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The head of the Zhao family stared at his hands in disbelief.

He frowned as intense pain and numbness shot from his fingers down his arm.

The servants made a move to grab Renbao.

He raised his hand to stop him, staring at Renbao: "Then who are you?"

"I'm the Little King of Hell!" Renbao made a fierce face, raising his chubby little hands. "Scared now?"

So cute and cuddly.

Patriarch Zhao: .....

"Arrest him." He waved his hand indifferently.

The servants swarmed in and surrounded Renbao and his two companions.

Zhu Qingdai pursed her lips nervously, pleading, "Patriarch Zhao, Young Master Zhao has really been kidnapped. Please release my brother and the child. I won't run away; I'll stay obediently in the coffin."

"Chen'er, my Chen'er!" Old Madam Zhao was helped to the ancestral hall by her maid. When she saw the coffin in the center, she froze and staggered toward it.

Before the Zhao family head could react, she had already reached the coffin.

"Where is Chen'er? Is my Chen'er still alive?" When Old Madam Zhao saw the empty coffin, she looked at the Zhao family head with hopeful eyes. Just then, she saw Zhu Qingdai, her cloudy eyes lit up, and she staggered toward her.

Zhu Qingdai felt a chill run down her spine from her gaze: "Madam."

"Good child, you must be the girl who brought good luck to my Chen'er. You are truly beautiful." Madam Zhao took off the jade bracelet from her hand. "You are such a blessed person. My Chen'er has come back to life as soon as you arrived."

The atmosphere was somewhat quiet and awkward.

Just then, Renbao tilted his head and looked at Old Madam Zhao: "Grandma, the 'lucky charm' is fake. When a person's life is over, even if I, the Little King of Hell, came, I couldn't save them."

Madam Zhao's joyful face suddenly turned pale: "Nonsense!"

Renbao puffed out his little chest and snorted, "I'm not talking nonsense. You're buying a living person for a ghost marriage. This isn't doing good for the dead; it's just making things difficult for them. Once they're in the underworld, the karma will be on their shoulders, and they'll have to atone for their sins there for a long time."

"Nonsense!" a shout rang out.

As the old Taoist priest in a purple robe entered the ancestral hall, the Zhao family head breathed a sigh of relief. With the master there, they were sure to find Zhao Chen.

Renbao looked over and exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!"

The old Taoist priest took a closer look and saw that the little baby standing in the ancestral hall was Renbao, and his expression changed several times.

He forgot to consult a fortune teller before leaving home.

How come I keep running into this little devil everywhere!

He was the old Taoist priest on the stone bridge who wanted to suppress the ghost of the woman in the wedding dress.

"Master, do you know this little baby?" The Zhao family head asked, somewhat puzzled, noticing his strange expression.

The old Taoist priest felt a tightness in his chest. He was not only acquainted with Renbao, but he had been utterly humiliated by him. If he were to be humiliated again, he would really be unable to continue in this line of work.

"I know him." He gave a dry laugh, moved closer to Renbao, and pleaded softly, "Little boy, can I ask you for a favor?"

Renbao, hands on hips: "I'm not a little kid, I'm the Little King of Hell."

"Little Yama," the old Taoist priest quickly coaxed her, "Once I've earned enough money from the Zhao family, I'll give you half. Don't expose me, okay?"

Renbao shook his little head: "No."

Why is this child so hard to please?

"Then you get 70%, and I'll get 30%!" the old Taoist priest said urgently.

Renbao beckoned him to squat down, and the old Taoist priest did as she was told. She then said, "I'm going to be your boss, and you have to listen to me."

The old Taoist priest stared wide-eyed at the three-year-old toddler in front of him, who wasn't even as tall as his thigh. His lips trembled; he desperately wanted to refuse, but...

He's not as capable as her.

"Fine, I'll do as you say," the old Taoist said through gritted teeth.

Renbao rummaged through her pockets, and just when the old Taoist thought she was about to pull out something big, she pulled out a bright red peach, took a bite, and seeing him staring at her intently, Renbao turned away: "I only have one peach, I'm not giving it to you, and you can't take mine."

Old Taoist: !

He was somewhat exasperated and said in a gentle voice, "Boss, what do you suggest we do next?"

"Let the Zhao family release Sister Zhu," Renbao said while eating peach meat.

The old Taoist priest's face stiffened. He was the one who chose Zhu Qingdai according to her birth chart, and he was also the one who said that she should be placed in the same coffin as Young Master Zhao for three days to be poisoned and rendered mute before being sent to a nunnery. Now he was being asked to renege on his own words.

His reputation is completely ruined.

"Boss, can we get another one?" he pleaded.

Renbao glanced at him and said, "Whatever you want. But in the years you've been a Taoist priest, you've done a lot of dirty work for rich businessmen. In less than three days, you'll definitely suffer a bloody disaster. At best, you'll be paralyzed; at worst, you'll die. Then you can go to the underworld to atone for your sins."

These words struck like a thunderbolt, sending chills down the old Taoist's spine.

He has indeed done a lot of despicable things.

Compared to money, life is more important.

The old Taoist took a deep breath, turned to look at the Zhao family head, and revealed a profound smile: "Master Zhao, the lady beside me is also a fellow practitioner. Don't underestimate her because of her young age; she is actually highly skilled."

The Zhao family head looked at Renbao suspiciously, then slowly cupped his hands in greeting: "Greetings, young Taoist priest."

"Master Zhao, the original plan has to be shelved. The most urgent thing now is to find Young Master Zhao's body as soon as possible." The old Taoist priest, with his dignified and otherworldly demeanor, sighed deeply. "Let's put Miss Zhu back first. Her birth chart is not suitable for a ghost marriage with Young Master Zhao."

The Zhao family head narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone turning serious: "Master, are you perhaps joking?"

The old Taoist priest forced himself to say, "It's really not suitable. If Master Zhao insists on doing it, it will only make it impossible for Young Master Zhao to find peace even in death."

"My Chen'er is not dead!" Old Madam Zhao stared intently at the old Taoist priest with her cloudy eyes, her emotions running high as she tried to rush over and shut him up, but before she could take a few steps, she leaned back.

"Madam!"

The head of the Zhao family felt a jolt on his forehead. He finally understood that the old Taoist was listening to that little baby.

He looked at Renbao: "Young Taoist priest, can you predict who took my son's body?"

Renbao blinked and stretched out his chubby little hand: "You have to pay me to tell your fortune, fifty taels!"

The head of the Zhao family choked, suppressing his anger, and looked at the steward.

The latter understood and presented fifty taels of silver.

Renbao put it in his pocket and immediately cast a divination: "Southeast direction, it looks like an inn from the outside, there are four characters on the door plaque, I only recognize the character for 'dragon', a man and a woman are surrounding his corpse... Oh ho, they actually know how to refine corpses."

Longhu Inn! The innkeeper is indeed a woman.

The Zhao family head gave Renbao a deep look. He was indeed quite capable to be able to describe the details so easily.

He immediately summoned his men: "To Longhu Inn!"

It was getting dark, and there were hardly any people on the streets.

A few people were sitting in the lobby of Longhu Inn.

The woodshed in the backyard.

The matchmaker stroked Zhao Chen's corpse, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.

The man let out a cold snort: "What, seeing your sweetheart, you can't bring yourself to make a move?"

Hongniang looked up at him and said, "How could that be? Wouldn't it be faster to turn him into a corpse and use him for my own purposes?"

The man scoffed, "Then let's get started."

The matchmaker nodded, and just as she lit an incense stick, she heard a strange noise outside.