My entire body was in shock. After some time, I whirled around to face grandma and asked, "Grandma, how did you know?"
I knew as soon as you entered the room. Your Yintang is dark, Grandma murmured as she gently turned to face me. Your body must have a lowered head.
Grandma, how can you tell that I've been hit by just looking at me, I ask you. In disbelief, I enquired.
"This comes naturally to me," Grandma gave me a contemptuous gaze before remarking, "This kind of method is nothing in front of me."
After a brief moment of shock, I realised that my granny was a member of the Miao family by birth. Additionally, he has medical expertise.
Naturally, Gu magic rather than Miao medicine is what the Miao family is most well-known for.
"Grandma, if that's the case, could you quickly assist me in lifting my head?" I uttered hastily, enthusiasm flashing in my eyes.
Of course there is no issue, but I want to know who the audacious individual is who would attempt to harm my kid. Grandma's eyes started to glow with a frigid light at this point. Her expression at this precise moment was one of majesty.
"Grandma, let me be honest with you." I gave her a second glance before telling granny about the Huang Quan loan.
My grandmother's expression abruptly altered when she heard this, and she exclaimed, "How is this possible?"
This level can actually be reached by the art of lowering the head. Simply put, this is not feasible.
Grandma informed me that head-dropping is a curse, just like voodoo, after noticing my startled expression. separated into several shapes.
As of right now, it appears to be medicine.
The most typical and straightforward method of lowering your head is yaojiang. But many people utilise it.
Train it to drop your head and get down on the other person after obtaining the other person's personal items. The other participant attempted to lift it, but it was quite difficult.
To bow down to a class in one breath is quite challenging. It takes more than just exceedingly deep abilities to accomplish this.
Grandma was surprised when she thought about it and expressed her disbelief by saying, "I just can't think that you experienced such a terrible, head-dropping person.
People with the ability to lower their heads are not at all straightforward.
So there is no way to cope with it, I hastily inquired?
There is, of course, but it's not that easy. "Things like lowering the head are themselves evil arts," Grandma continued, her countenance grave. If you suffer losses of 800, the opponent will suffer 1,000 injuries. As a result, the master who lowers his head frequently dies young and is damned by God.
"It would take a shorter life to be able to bow down to so many people in one breath. It's not as if regular folks can't accomplish such a feat.
What sort of person is he, therefore, to be able to do this? I was forced to ask.
"That is definitely not an ordinary person." Even if I choose to do it, I will probably end up losing my life, Grandma stated gravely. And I worry that he will be forced to pay a very high price.
But why is he carrying out this action? Members of your class are from all around the world. Even if they were out for vengeance, they could never pull out such a thing.
Then it's likely that his only goal is to take your bodies.
But why is he interested in our bodies? I enquired in shock.
"The most effective method for developing a lowered head is the body itself. But this is only a guess. He gave you a loan and then made you go through this dreadful nightmare. He certainly has his own goals, no question about it.
I remained silent and only thought in my head. Grandma can see through the bow on me, so maybe she can assist me in taking it off.
When I realised this, I hurriedly requested that Grandma remove the bow from me.
Naturally, there is no issue. But I don't know if I am sure, Grandma remarked as she nodded and turned to face me. because being able to drop the heads of so many individuals at once is unheard of!"
I nodded while fully understanding in my heart.
Simply put, head-lowering is a form of bad sorcery. It is capable of killing one person, but not ten. In several regions of Southeast Asia, there are rumours that you should lower your head. Others have perished as a result of head-downing. But in the end, it's only an illustration.
Never giving up is what is truly terrifying.
Grandma gave me a quick glance before grudgingly rising to her feet and calling to someone outside, with a regal expression, "Get ready for the deworming ceremony!"
Why don't you let me serve as the abbot, Mom? The aunt said.
"This time, I'll do it because it involves my grandson." Grandma stated obstinately.
Therefore, the ceremony was prepared after 30 minutes. Grandma asked that I take off my head this time because she was in a wheelchair.
My grandmother approached me as I was lying on a bed, gave me a quick glance, pulled out a cinnabar pen, and drew a talisman on my forehead with it. She then said something.
I didn't know what was going on as I stared at her.
Grandma's rite of submission resembled a dance master.
But right then, I started to tremble all over and my limbs started to feel warm. In addition, I started to feel hot all over.
However, grandma's expression changed to a serious one at this point.
She took out a medicine jar and then removed a golden worm from it, appearing to have found something while saying something in her mouth.
She put the worm in my mouth and instructed me to swallow it rather than chew it.
I so overcame my sickness and ingested the bug. After that, my body started to feel like it was being invaded by bugs.
Grandma had a surprised expression on her face and gently closed her eyes.
After a while, she suddenly felt something, vomited blood, and then yelled, her face displaying a scared expression: "How is this possible? It's very amazing!"
An instant later, a golden beetle emerged out of my body. The bug passed away shortly after emerging.
My entire body started to settle down at this point, and my fever completely vanished.
Why is Grandma not well? I asked, lifting my head inquisitively to look at her.
"This is troublesome." Grandma exclaimed, "I just can't believe that there is such a bowed head in this world," as she stared at me with a startled expression. My observations show that the bowed heads on your bodies are undoubtedly those from birth.
"This is an exceedingly old head drop, or a natal drop. There is absolutely no answer.
I had no idea the opposing side would be so vicious and potentially risk my life.
I hurriedly questioned my grandma since I was very intrigued. Grandma informed me that common masters who drop their heads would not risk doing this. Because if the person lowering his head passes away, the master of lowering heads is the one who passed away.
One may argue that once one has lost control of their destiny, they develop a spirit of death-defying resistance.
Furthermore, the head-down I have on me is a very old and sophisticated variety. Grandma never witnessed a head-down like that. It's very amazing.
The bow on my body can't be taken off, then. I enquired while making a face.