《Borrowing Fate for a Birthday》②

Chapter Two: The Ancient Art of Fate Borrowing A month before the eighteenth birthday of Shen Tianci, the young master of the Shen family, his body began to inexplicably rot, emitting a stench like that of a dead person. The physicians in town changed one after another, but all were helpless. The prescriptions they offered could only alleviate the pain, with no hope of cure. Late one night, a blind Taoist priest, clad in a black robe with bizarre patterns carved on half of his face, stepped into the Shen family mansion. The priest held a jet-black wooden staff, from the top of which hung a copper bell stained with dried blood. "Old Master Shen, your son's lifespan is nearing its end. King Yama is preparing to collect his soul," the priest sneered. Old Master Shen immediately knelt on the floor, banging his head three times. "Immortal Master, please save him! The Shen family has only this one heir. If you can save his life, you can have all of the Shen family's wealth!" The blind Taoist priest slightly opened his mouth, revealing a set of black teeth, and softly uttered four words: "Borrow fate by birthday." "Borrow fate by birthday?" Old Master Shen's heart trembled. "Find a healthy person born on the same year, month, day, and hour. Use their birthdate and fresh blood as a guide to transfer your son's fatal calamity to the other person." The priest leaned in and whispered the extremely cruel ritual of fate borrowing. After hearing it, Old Master Shen's eyes revealed a desperate yet ferocious glint. He didn't notice that as the priest turned away, a strange red glow flickered deep within his blind eyes... To be continued in the next chapter...