Chi Shuyan followed Su Yunxin up to the second floor and bent down to carefully study Yang Feiyu, who was lying unconscious and pale in bed.
Everyone held their breaths and stared curiously at Chi Shuyan. Seeing that she didn't make a move for a long while and instead seemed to be thinking about something, they were puzzled.
"What's wrong?" Su Yunxin asked.
"Your son is under the Soul Separation Curse. This kind of curse requires his birth characters and the hair from his body for it to be implemented. It won't be obvious in the short term, and he might even look well." Chi Shuyan's face turned slightly cold, and she narrowed her star-like eyes. "But if a person is under this curse for a long time and can't take being frightened to begin with, it's easy for them to see dirty things. Going to a haunted house, bungee-jumping, and other thrill-seeking activities is just courting death."
