Chapter 4 Sia Woke Up

In the bedroom, Caesar's finger hovered over Sia's forehead.

He closed his eyes and channeled his mental energy into Sia's body.

Her body was like an ice sculpture, every inch of skin radiating bone-chilling cold.

That extreme cold energy moved through her body like a living creature, devouring all signs of life.

To outsiders, she was in a vegetative state, but in Caesar's perception, her soul was tightly bound by chains of extreme cold from Mayan witchcraft.

Caesar opened his eyes and looked at Sia lying on the bed.

He had encountered this kind of technique three times during his ten years of overseas campaigns, and each time he had resolved it perfectly.

He activated the mysterious secret art within his body, and the next second, a small energy vortex appeared in his palm.

He gently placed his hand on Sia's abdomen.

When Caesar touched the first chain, a cold that could freeze souls shot up through his fingertips into his body.

The bedroom temperature instantly dropped below freezing.

Thick white frost formed on the bed frame, carpet, and glass windows.

The extreme cold frost entrenched in her body seemed to have met its natural enemy, struggling frantically but unable to escape the suction from Caesar's palm.

As time passed minute by minute, wisps of white cold air were drawn out.

Caesar remained expressionless as he absorbed all this frost into his own meridians.

He had once tempered his body in the far northern ice fields—this bit of cold was nothing more than a tonic to him.

The cold energy invading his meridians was all refined by Caesar into his own energy.

As the cold air was drawn away, Sia's paper-white cheeks gradually regained color.

Her eyelashes trembled lightly, her fingers twitched slightly.

When the last wisp of cold air was absorbed by Caesar, Sia slowly opened her eyes.

She struggled to open her eyes, and in her blurred vision, she saw a blonde young man standing by the window.

Cold air still lingered around him, like a king returning from the ice fields.

"You..."

"Don't speak." Caesar said flatly, "You just woke up, your body is still very weak."

Sia stared blankly at the man before her.

She remembered having an accident, then her consciousness falling into endless darkness.

In that deathly silence, she suddenly heard a voice—wedding vows.

"In sickness..."

"You'll get better."

It was him!

Sia's lips moved slightly as she asked softly, "Who are you?"

"Caesar."

"How long was I asleep?"

"One year."

Sia fell silent.

One year!

She had lost an entire year!

"I'll explain everything tomorrow." Caesar stood up and said softly, "You just woke up, your body still needs to recover."

"But you..." Sia didn't want to share a room with a strange man right after waking up.

"I'll sleep on the couch outside." Caesar said without looking back, "Call me if you need anything."

Before he finished speaking, the door was gently closed.

Sia lay in bed, her fingers touching the ring on her ring finger, her expression complicated.

She really had gotten married, and without even knowing it.

The next morning, Job's anxious voice came from outside the door: "Quick, break down the door, go 'collect Mr. Caesar Julius' body'!"

The next second, the door was kicked open.

Job rushed in first, leading a Mayan witch doctor, followed by several ace bodyguards from Blackwater.

"Someone, clean up the body, don't let Sia..." His voice stopped abruptly.

The bedding was neatly folded, the room was empty.

Even his daughter was gone!

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

Caesar walked out in a bathrobe, drying his wet hair, and glanced at him.

"Mr. Adams, don't you know to knock before entering my room?"

Job's face instantly turned dark as he asked, "You... how are you still alive?"

"Does Mr. Adams wish me dead?" Caesar smiled.

The Mayan witch doctor looked at the still lively Caesar, his face full of disbelief.

Last night was the full moon—according to the replacement magic's design, this man should have been consumed by the frost in Sia's body and turned into a vegetable.

How could he be completely unharmed?

"Impossible!" The witch doctor stepped forward, his withered hand reaching for Caesar's wrist, saying in a deep voice, "Let me check your condition..."

Caesar lightly dodged, saying with a grin, "Sir, getting handsy with me first thing in the morning isn't very appropriate."

The witch doctor's hands grabbed at empty air.

His pupils contracted.

Caesar's dodge just now seemed casual, but perfectly avoided his movement.

This kid is no simple matter!

"Dad, Mom."

A weak female voice came from the doorway.

Job's whole body trembled as he stiffly turned around.

Sia was standing there, holding onto the door frame.

Her face was still pale, but those blue eyes had regained their sparkle.

"Sia!"

A figure rushed over and hugged her tightly.

She sobbed, "You're awake... you're finally awake... Mom thought she'd never see you again..."

"Mom." Sia called softly, tears sliding down her face.

Mother and daughter embraced.

Job stood in place, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

His daughter had awakened—he should be happy.

But...

He glanced at the Mayan witch doctor.

The witch doctor's face was grim as he said in a low voice, "Sir, let's talk privately."

The two walked to the end of the hallway.

"What's going on?" Job lowered his voice, "Can you do this or not? Why is that fool still alive?"

"That Caesar is problematic." A trace of wariness flashed in the witch doctor's eyes, "Not only didn't he die, he also broke the frost restriction inside Ms. Adams' body."

"What?" Job said in a deep voice, "You mean... he woke Sia up?"

"Yes."

"How is that possible? Didn't you say only replacement magic could save Sia?"

The witch doctor's face became very ugly.

But he couldn't very well say that the frost wasn't some illness at all, but a restriction he had personally planted.

All to force the Adams family to sacrifice a living person for him to practice a certain dark art.

But now, the restriction had been broken.

He absolutely couldn't allow the man who broke his restriction to continue living in this world.

"Sir, at this point, we can only use the final method." The witch doctor said in a deep voice.

"What method?"

"Kill that man."

Job frowned, "Kill him? But he woke Sia up!"

"Sir, can't you see?" The witch doctor interrupted him, "This man survived the full moon night and could break my secret art—he's definitely not just some castoff from the Julius family."

Job fell silent.

From yesterday's meeting, he felt Caesar's aura was off.

"What do you plan to do?"

"Strike here." The witch doctor took out a black bone fragment from his chest, "I'll deal with him personally."

Just then, the witch doctor's body suddenly stiffened.

His eyes rolled back, his withered body began to shake violently.

"Witch doctor?"

Job was startled.

The witch doctor suddenly raised his head.

His pupils had turned pure black, without a trace of white.

A sinister aura emanated from his body.

In the room, Caesar sensed that decaying aura.

The corner of his mouth curved up slightly—finally couldn't hold back anymore?

"Boy..."

The voice coming from the witch doctor's throat didn't sound human at all: "You... shouldn't have touched that restriction..."

A cold mental force, like tangible tentacles, tried to drill into Caesar's brain.

He leisurely tied the belt of his bathrobe.

"Beat the young one, the old one shows up?"

The witch doctor's hands slowly lifted, the chandelier in the hallway began to shake violently, and even the walls formed a layer of black frost.