Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Art

  The crowd carried the unconscious prince and rushed quickly towards a house in the distance.

  Upon arrival, under the command of the demon king, everyone quickly cleared out the interior furniture, forming an empty room with a wooden floor.

  "Put the prince in the very center of this floor." The demon king ordered.

  Everyone quickly put the prince on the floor in the center, as required by the demon horn, lying flat in a big character shape.

  Soon, a dozen or so brushes were delivered, both thick and thin. At the same time, a large bucket of fresh blood was also sent over and placed in this room.

  "Well, I'll go save the prince. Please wait outside, it's inconvenient for me to be seen." said the demon horn.

  Although everyone was puzzled by the method of treating the demon's horn, they all went out and waited outside.

  At the moment of departure, the demon horn whispered in the ear of the Second Cangshan: "Big brother, be careful of that fourth prince."

  The Second Prince glanced at the strange horn, then seemed to think of something and pretended nothing was wrong, following the crowd out slowly, never looking at the Fourth Prince from start to finish.

  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

  The door was quickly closed and inside the four walls of the room, candles had already been lit in each corner.

  Looking at the prince lying on the ground in front of him, the demon's eyebrows gradually furrowed.

  "The art of Fu Lu? 'Jin, Gong, Shu, Fa', now the martial arts world is generally cultivating some divine powers, but this time it has actually risen to the level of 'Shu'. It seems that the Mandala Sect behind it is not simple. If my past cultivation was still there, I could easily wipe out that low-level Fu Lu with a flick of my hand, but now my strength is too weak and I can only use this method." The demon horn looked at the prince thinking to himself.

  "With insufficient cultivation, forcibly using the 'technique' would cause some damage to my body. After this is over, I'll need at least three days of rest to recover. You're not my evil god, so if you want me to lift the seal, you have to cough up something first." The demon horn looked at the prince with a flicker in his eyes.

  After sighing, Yao Jiao picked up a giant brush, dipped it in the blood bucket, and began to paint on the floor.

  The demon's brush danced with dragon-like strokes, and on the ground appeared one after another bloody runes. The runes centered around the crown prince, spreading outward.

  Of course, the prince's body was also painted with many blood-colored runes at this moment. Some patterns required large brushes, and some patterns required small brushes. All of these, the demon horns grasped extremely well.

  In his past life, the demon horn had unknowingly practiced countless times, and this drawing was like a flowing cloud or water. Very quickly, a circular mysterious symbol area was formed, and at this moment, the prince seemed to be covered under this blood-colored symbol.

  The demon's horn previously drawn at the Crown Prince's residence was used to seal the prince's spirit, causing him to fall into a coma.

  The demon king painted very quickly, and in just half an hour, everything was done. Looking at the blood-colored sacrifice map in front of him, the demon king put down his brush and slowly retreated backwards.

  Now with the cultivation of the demon horn, in order to use the 'technique', one must recite an incantation.

  Put the wooden bucket with half of its blood in the corner of the wall, and throw all the brushes to the corner of the wall. The demon dipped his hands in some blood and placed his bloody hands on one corner of the ritual diagram.

  The demon's mouth opened again, and he began to chant the obscure incantation once more. This time, the incantation was clearly different from the one used to summon the evil god.

  The demon's eyes were fixed on the sacrificial diagram, and this incantation lasted for nearly half a time. During this period, the sacrificial diagram drawn with fresh blood actually emitted a faint red glow, which was extremely eerie.

  The ritual diagram was not only emitting a red glow, but if someone else were here, they would definitely notice that the symbols making up the ritual diagram were now jumping around in an eerie manner, as if changing positions at any moment. However, upon closer inspection, the symbols were still in their original place, unchanged, and extremely eerie.

  At this time, only to see the demon's eyes turned red, from the prince's chest, suddenly a black talisman-like thing floated out.

  The imperial seal slowly floated up, and the prince's face, which was originally black, also slowly recovered at this moment. Gradually restored to its original color.

  The demon's gaze was fixed on the talisman, and just as it burst out of the prince's body, it suddenly dispersed, like a wisp of black smoke, and vanished.

  Yao Jiao didn't go to catch him, because Yao Jiao had thought of this possibility from the beginning. The talisman he drew was just to remove the curse from the crown prince's body.

  As for talismans, it's just that practitioners infuse a spell into a specific object, and when the spell disperses, the talisman naturally disappears as well.

  "Call"

  The demon king slowly stood up and took a deep breath. The curse on the prince's body was lifted.

  At this moment, the demon's face was somewhat pale, and he had spent a lot of energy casting his spell. However, the demon didn't mind too much, as he would be fully recovered in just three days. What he needed to think about now was how to repay such a great favor.

  A gentleman gives without expecting reward; if he expects reward, he is a merchant, not a gentleman.

  The demon king walked up to the prince who was still unconscious.

  The prince's complexion has also recovered, but he is still in a coma.

  The demon king wiped his hand on the crown prince's forehead and erased the previously drawn hook-shaped jade.

  "Ah"

  The crown prince suddenly opened his eyes. It was as if a zombie had come back to life, too quickly.

  The demon horn quickly retreated, and the prince also stood up with a vigilant expression. How did he end up in this place?

  "The second demon horn?" The prince looked around and immediately fixed his gaze on the demon horn.

  "Uh, Prince, people outside are getting impatient, let's go out first." Youjiao said.

  The crown prince furrowed his brow, looking at his own blood-soaked body and the strange blood symbol on the ground. His eyes were filled with astonishment, but he still walked to the door, ready to open it.

  "Wait a minute!" The demon king suddenly remembered something and shouted immediately.

  The prince also stopped, at this moment, the prince had forgotten everything before, and in constant contemplation, he remembered that he was looking at a black paper strip before, why did it suddenly appear here?

  The demon walked to the corner of the wall, picked up the half bucket of fresh blood and poured it into the house.

  "Whoosh"

  A large amount of fresh blood covered all the bloody symbols in the house.

  "Alright," said the demon king.

  At this time, the prince also opened the door of the house.

  As soon as the door opened, a large amount of sunlight poured in, and the dazzling sunlight made the prince momentarily blind.

  "The Crown Prince is His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince."

  Suddenly, an excited voice came from outside.

  "The prince is awake, the prince has recovered." Another voice cried out.

  "The demon horn really saved the prince and lifted the evil spell." Another voice exclaimed excitedly.

  "The crown prince is fine."

  Amitabha Buddha

  Suddenly a loud noise came from outside. It was clear that everyone had been worried beforehand.

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