As soon as he entered the room, his voice immediately trailed off as his mother was currently lying on top of his father, seemingly having fallen asleep again. She was clearly still very exhausted from her ordeal.
He gently placed the platters onto the table beside him, and as soon as he did that, his body suddenly stiffened.
There was something wrong! Even in a sleeping state, his mother's aura shouldn't be this feeble!
He instantly rushed over to Lang's side before helping her up. Her body was completely feeble in his arms, and her face was completely devoid of any color. What was even more harrowing was the crimson diagram that had appeared on her forehead. It was the diagram of a ghostly face, and it seemed to be a living creature that was constantly writhing and squirming, creating an extremely sinister sight to behold.
Tang Ziran also had the same pattern on his forehead, and his improved complexion had clearly worsened once again.
"No! No! No!" A suffocating sense of horror instantly welled up in Tang Wulin's heart. His spiritual power erupted forth in a frenzy, and he almost instantly tracked down the Holy Spirit Douluo, who was meditating in her room.
With the span of just two breaths, a burst of white light appeared in the room, and as soon as Yali arrived, she immediately sensed the changes that had taken place in Lang and Tang Ziran's bodies without even requiring an explanation from Tang Wulin. She reached out with both hands, which were enveloped in a layer of gentle white light, then pressed them against Tang Ziran's and Lang's foreheads.
The crimson diagrams on their foreheads immediately opened their sinister mouths, as if they were attempting to chomp down on the Holy Spirit Douluo's hands.
Yali's expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed, "This is a Blood Demon Curse! He's still alive?"
"What is a Blood Demon Curse, Your Majesty? Will my parents be alright?" Tang Wulin asked in an urgent manner.
Yali offered no response. An extremely serious look appeared on her face, and she encircled her arms in front of her own chest, instantly summoning a white domain that encompassed Tang Wulin's entire family.
A layer of pristine holy light appeared over Lang and Tang Ziran, and the white holy light was tinged with a faint golden hue. The light surged forth in ripples, attacking the diagrams on their foreheads while soothing their blood essence at the same time.
Tang Wulin could only look on from the side. He was a complete novice when it came to healing, so he could only pin his hopes on the most powerful healing system Titled Douluo in existence.
The sinister ghostly faces suddenly put on derisive sneers, as if they were mocking the Holy Spirit Douluo for not knowing her limits.
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