He received a text message and opened it.
It was a picture of a young man's back, with a rotating octagonal golden dial on it. The dial had strange patterns and fonts, with a person curled up inside, indistinguishably male or female, but evoking a sense of dark tranquility...
But the person was unconscious, vomiting, and even American hospitals couldn't figure it out, only able to state the illness was extraordinary.
It's a curse!
Frank placed the phone on the glass tea table, pale but still composed, looking at the Old Wizard with cold eyes: "Was it you?"
The Old Wizard turned away: "I told you, it's a curse from the gods."
"No cure?"
A hint of murder flashed on Frank's face.
"You want to kill me? Although I'm gravely injured now, it doesn't mean someone who hasn't even reached S-level can kill me. In a life-or-death fight, I have confidence that all four of you would die here."
"I'm afraid not," Sui Yi interrupted softly, "I don't like dead people in the house."
