The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Curse Grassman Method (4th Update)

Translator: 549690339

Huang Xiaolong put aside the incidents of tonight and knocked on the door. He heard hurried footsteps from inside.

The door soon opened. Under the light, he saw Su Xiaoman’s face, looking surprised and scared. Her moon-like, melon-shaped face was stained with dried tear tracks.

“Sister Xiaoman, have you been crying? Why were you crying?” Huang Xiaolong entered the room and closed the door.

Suddenly, Su Xiaoman flung her arms around Huang Xiaolong’s waist. “Little

Long… where had you been? I was so scared.”

Gently stroking Su Xiaoman’s hair, he said, “Sister Xiaoman, don’t worry about me, I’m fine. See, I just got home, didn’t I?”

Huang Xiaolong knew that Su Xiaoman went through a terrifying event tonight, which greatly impacted her emotionally. He knew she was feeling fragile at the moment and needed to be comforted.

“Sister Xiaoman, it’s already quite late… why don’t you sleep over at my place tonight, okay?” Huang Xiaolong asked earnestly.

Su Xiaoman looked up at Huang Xiaolong, her melon-shaped face blushing.

“Is that okay with you, Sister Xiaoman?”

“Mmhmm—” Su Xiaoman replied in a soft voice.

“Then… Sister Xiaoman, can you take a bath first?” Huang Xiaolong asked nervously.

“But, I… I didn’t bring any spare clothes…” Su Xiaoman said, softly biting her lower lip.

“That’s okay, remember when I won a lot of prizes at that memory contest? I won some ladies’ pajamas too—-”

Excited, Huang Xiaolong ran into his bedroom and emerged with a pair of pajamas, grinning as he offered them to Su Xiaoman.

In no time, Su Xiaoman finished her bath and came out of the bathroom. “Ah…” Huang Xiaolong stared at Su Xiaoman— she was stunning!

“Sister Xiaoman, are you tired?” asked Huang Xiaolong.

“Not really…”

“Sister Xiaoman, how about we play a game before going to bed?” Huang Xiaolong suggested enthusiastically.

“Play a game? Little Long, what kind of game do you want to play?” Su Xiaoman asked curiously.

“A really fun game, Sister Xiaoman, check this out!” Huang Xiaolong pulled out a little straw man from his canvas bag.

Then, he took a few strands of hair from his pocket.

These were the hairs he had pulled out from Gao Tianxiang’s head when they were fighting at the Storm nightclub.

Huang Xiaolong stuffed the strands of Gao Tianxiang’s hair into the straw man.

“Little Long, what are you doing? This straw doll… looks… very… eerie,” Su Xiaoman said, with a puzzled expression.

Without answering, Huang Xiaolong placed the straw man, now filled with hair, on the coffee table, then murmured, “Now I just need that guy’s date and time of birth… Let me look it up.”

As he spoke, he pulled out an old book from his canvas bag.

The book had a black cover and looked ancient, like an unearthed artifact.

Huang Xiaolong flipped through the old book, “In Binhai City, there are 53 people in their twenties named Gao Tianxiang. Of these, 9 have already passed away. The one with the best background is… found him! Oh, this guy has a lifespan of 41 years. He’s short-lived, huh? And his previous life was a pig? Hahaha, that’s hilarious!”

Hearing Huang Xiaolong mutter to himself, Su Xiaoman grew even more confused. “Little Long, what is this?”

“The Book of Life and Death,” Huang Xiaolong replied casually before packing up the old book.

After finding Gao Tianxiang’s date and time of birth, Huang Xiaolong took out a piece of amulet paper and wrote the eight characters of Gao Tianxiang’s birthdate on it.

Then, he wrote a spell on the amulet paper.

“Hehehe, you wanted to slowly kill me, well, I’m going to play with you! Us rural folk can have even more fun than you city folks!” Huang Xiaolong flicked the amulet paper, and it naturally turned into black ash.

Huang Xiaolong took the ash and smeared it onto the straw man’s face.

After all this, with an expression of satisfaction, Huang Xiaolong took out two silver needles from his canvas bag.

“Sister Xiaoman, here, take this silver needle.” Huang Xiaolong handed one of the silver needles to Su Xiaoman.

“Little Long, what kind of game is this? It feels so…terrifying…” As she took the needle, Su Xiaoman’s face showed a fearful expression.

“Sister Xiaoman, this game is called ‘Straw Man Curse’. It’s used to punish bad people who do bad things. It’s very fun.” Huang Xiaolong grinned, “Here, let me teach you. It’s very simple. Now, take the needle in your hand and stick it into this straw man to test.”

“Ah? Stick the needle in the straw man? Stick… stick it where?” Su Xiaoman hesitated.

“Anywhere. Sister Xiaoman, wherever you want to prick, just prick. Let me show you.” Huang Xiaolong held the silver needle and pricked the straw man’s arm in one swift motion.

He silently cursed, ‘You dared to find someone to hit my dear Sister Xiaoman. I will prick you to death!’

“Pff–Su Xiaoman couldn’t help but chuckle.

Just then…

The straw man, like a doll capable of crying out loud, emitted a shrill scream..