Su Mingxuan fell to the wooden floor of the tree house, his body twitching with a violent, uncontrollable tremor.
Su Qinglan screamed as thick, dark blood suddenly splattered from his mouth.
She didn't care about her clothes; she immediately used her sleeves to wipe the blood from his chin, her hands shaking with terror.
"Father! Father, look at me!" she cried, her palms glowing with a bright green light as she pressed them against his chest.
She tried to pour every ounce of her healing power into him, but to her horror, the energy just bounced off. It was like trying to heal a stone.
"Host! Stop!" Xuyu's voice rang out in her mind, sharper and more serious than ever before.
'Don't use your power on him. It will not work. This is not a physical injury that you can heal with medicine or your power."
What do you mean? Su Qinglan screamed internally. He's dying right in front of me!
"Your father is cursed," Xuyu explained quickly.
