Master Wu's birthday luncheon was set up buffet style.
On the lawn, servants pushed out many food carts.
The carts were laden with delicate, scrumptious foods.
Exotic delicacies, fine wines, everything one could wish for.
However, the dining atmosphere was far from harmonious because of the horrifying scenes that had just unfolded.
The bloody sight of the dolls, in particular, caused those who thought of it to feel nauseous, killing any appetite they had.
Huang Xiaolong, on the other hand, dug in heartily and never mentioned the matter of cursing Master Wu.
Master Wu stood by a food cart, his gaze dark and icy upon Huang Xiaolong, who seemed to be stuffing his face with food.
Two elderly servants stood beside Master Wu, "Master Wu, what trick is that boy playing?"
"Hmph! If he genuinely thinks my life's destiny is beneath his notice, then I have nothing to fear from him! Throughout history, cursing people out of thin air has been almost impossible." Master Wu sneered.
