The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

Xiao Jin squatted down, half a meter away, and whispered, "She didn't blame you when she left."

Yuan Wei did not move.

Xiao Jin added, "She couldn't speak, but Xiao Jin saw it. She looked at you one last time, not out of fear, but without hatred."

"Her soul is too weak; if we don't send her away soon, she won't be able to leave this world."

As she spoke, she sniffed, "She can't bear to part with you."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Wei's eyelashes twitched slightly.

Then he very slowly curled up, murmuring in a low, hoarse voice:

"If only that explosion hadn't happened..."

If only he hadn't gone to the barbecue restaurant that day, and if there hadn't been that explosion, he and Huihui would have already had their wedding.

But fate is just like that, playing tricks on people.

Yuan Weiwei knelt up shakily, his back hunched, his shoulders slumped, his eyes vacant, and two streams of turbid tears fell, tracing the hideous scars on his face.

He knew that his Huihui had died in that explosion long ago, and all these years had been nothing but self-deception.

A heavy atmosphere hung in the air.

Yun Ziang felt a mix of emotions and was even hesitant to look directly into Yuan Wei's pained eyes.

Xiao Jin stood up, brushed the dust off her knees, walked to Yuan Wei's side, wiped her small hands clean on her clothes, and then reached out to gently wipe away Yuan Wei's tears:

Who lied to you?

"Can you tell Xiaojin?"

Yuan Wei did not dodge Xiao Jin's hand.

Those little hands were soft and warm.

He closed his eyes briefly, and tears rolled down from under his eyelashes, mixed with a little pale blood, flowing down the old scars on his face.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice rough and broken.

"Huihui is in the hospital, and they've issued critical condition notices several times."

"The doctor said there was no hope and told the family to prepare for the worst. I didn't believe it, and I stayed by her side every day. Then, that night, someone came to me..."

He took a breath, as if recalling something, "He said he had a way. He said that as long as I did what he said, Huihui could come back. At that time, I didn't care about anything else, I did whatever he told me to do."

Yun Zi'ang swallowed hard, his voice a little tense: "Who is that person? What's their name? What do they look like?"

Yuan Wei's lips moved, as if he wanted to say a name.

But as soon as he uttered the word "Zhuang," he suddenly felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.

His eyes suddenly widened, staring straight at the ceiling, the whites of his eyes bloodshot, and the veins on his face bulging, as if insects were crawling under his skin.

He made a strange "hoarse" sound in his throat, and his whole body began to convulse.

"His name is... Zhuang, Zhuang..."

He squeezed out a single word with all his might, and suddenly blood began to gush from his seven orifices.

Blood gushed from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth, dark red and shimmering like thin snakes in the moonlight.

"Oh my god! What happened to him?" Yun Ziang was so frightened that he took two steps back, bumping his back into Qiu An, and his hands were shaking.

Xiao Jin did not dodge.

She rushed over and grabbed Yuan Wei's arm with her little hands, crying anxiously, "You're bleeding! Why are you bleeding?! Hang in there, Xiao Jin will think of something right away!"

She tried to support Yuan Wei, but Yuan Wei could no longer sit up and his body went limp and he fell to one side.

Xiao Jin fell to the ground with him, clinging to his arm.

Yuan Wei's eyes were still open, staring straight at the ceiling. His lips moved again, and he said intermittently:

"Six fingers...he has six fingers on his right hand..."

"Human face beads, blood jade bracelet..."

With each word he uttered, more blood gushed from his mouth.

Finally, his hand slowly fell to his sides, his eyes were still half open, but he stopped breathing.

Everything happened so fast, in just a few minutes.

Xiao Jin knelt there blankly, her little hands still clutching Yuan Wei's clothes.

She seemed not to have realized that the person who had just been crying and talking had suddenly stopped moving.

The corridor was eerily quiet, with only the wind still blowing.

Qiu An quickly stepped forward, squatted down, reached out and felt around Yuan Wei's neck, then lifted his eyelids to take a look.

He frowned, his voice deep and cold: "This seems to be a Soul-Severing Curse."

"It was already planted in his body. The curse would activate whenever he touched that person's name. It's too late."

Once the Soul-Severing Curse is cast, the cursed person's soul will be taken away by the caster.

Yun Ziang shrank back, his face as white as paper.

He stood there stunned for several seconds, then suddenly rushed forward and picked Xiao Jin up from the ground.

Xiao Jin seemed to have lost her soul; she neither cried nor made a fuss, but simply buried her face in Yun Zi'ang's shoulder, her little hands still clenched.

Yun Ziang covered her eyes with one hand, his voice trembling, "We won't watch anymore, little miss, we won't watch anymore. It's alright, it's alright."

Qiu An stood up, his face extremely pale.

He glanced at the end of the corridor, then at Yuan Wei on the ground, and whispered, "There must be very few people in this world who can cast such a curse."

Yun Zi'ang held Xiao Jin in his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her:

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Jin."

Yun Zi'ang held Xiao Jin tightly, as if trying to completely separate her from the bloodshed.

Xiao Jin buried her face in the crook of his neck, her small body tense, and remained silent for a long time.

Just as Yun Ziang was about to coax her again, he suddenly felt a warmth on his shoulder, followed by a very faint gasp, as if something was being forced out of his throat.

He looked down and saw that Xiao Jin's tears were already streaming down her cheeks, pattering onto his clothes.

This was the first time she had seen someone die in front of her, bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Master..." Xiao Jin suddenly called out, her voice small and hoarse, with a sob in it, which was heartbreaking to hear.

She cried out again, this time louder and more pitiful: "Master, Xiao Jin can't save him... Xiao Jin is helpless..."

"Master!"

She finally burst into tears.

It wasn't the kind of earth-shattering wailing, but rather a huddled-in-Yun Ziang's arms, her voice trembling, yet her tears flowed fiercely and rapidly.

Yun Ziang's heart was breaking. He patted her back repeatedly, his voice soft and disordered: "It's not your fault, it's not your fault. Xiao Jin is amazing."

"That was a curse cast on him by bad people, you didn't want this to happen. Don't cry, your crying breaks my heart."

Qiu An stood to the side, his brows furrowed tightly.

Seeing Xiao Jin crying like this, he felt a lump in his throat.

But he was never good at comforting people. After standing there for a while, he finally managed to squeeze out a stiff sentence: "You didn't kill the person, so why are you crying?"

Yun Zi'ang suddenly looked up, his eyes red: "If you can't even comfort a child, shut up! How old is my little aunt? You're showing her this?"

Qiu An was momentarily speechless. Her lips moved, but she ultimately didn't refute him.

He turned his head, looked at Yuan Wei lying lifeless on the ground, then at Qu Jiahui, and suddenly said, "Bury them together. Wasn't that his dying wish?"

Yun Ziang was taken aback.

Xiao Jin lifted her head from his shoulder, her eyes swollen like two small peaches. She sobbed, "Is it really okay?"

Qiu An didn't look at her, only hummed in response.

Xiao Jin sniffed, wiped her face with the back of her little hand, and struggled to get down from Yun Ziang's arms.

She walked to Yuan Wei's side, slowly squatted down, and used her sleeve to wipe away the blood from his face little by little.

Her movements were very gentle, as if she were afraid of hurting a sleeping person, and she whispered:

"This is all Xiaojin can do for you now."

As Yun Ziang watched her retreating figure, he felt as if someone had grabbed his heart.

He asked Qiu An in a low voice, "Where should we bury him? This building is abandoned, but what if someone digs it up? Wouldn't we be accused of murder and disposing of a body?"

Qiu An glanced at him: "This place has been abandoned for so many years, who would come to dig it up? Even if someone did come, they wouldn't know it was us."

He paused, then added, "If you're going to bury it, bury it quickly. It's almost dawn. After burying it, I need to go back upstairs and search the building again to dispose of the rest. I want to get back to sleep before noon."

Yun Ziang opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end he only sighed, walked over and squatted down next to Xiao Jin:

"Little Miss, you just watch, Qiu An and I will dig. Go sit over there for a while and don't watch anymore."

Xiao Jin shook her head: "Xiao Jin wants to see them off. Xiao Jin wants to see them off on their final journey."

The two wrapped Yuan Wei and Qu Jiahui up properly, and Xiao Jin led the way.

Her eyes were still swollen, but she stopped crying as she walked, only sniffling occasionally, her little hands tightly gripping Yun Ziang's clothes.

After going down to the first floor, Xiao Jin walked around a piece of wasteland outside the building twice, looking up at the sky and then down at the ground, finally stopping next to a slightly raised mound of earth.

"Here," she pointed. "This spot is sheltered from the wind and faces the sun. There's an old ditch in front, with water coming from the east and flowing southwest. It's a 'water-facing, sun-facing' location. Although it's long since dried up, it can still retain a little bit of life. Burying them here will ensure their next life... won't be so miserable."

She spoke earnestly, and neither Yun Ziang nor Qiu An asked any further questions.

With a flick of his finger, Qiu An blasted a crater in the ground, and the two people were placed inside side by side, facing upwards. Qiu An then used his magic to fill the crater.

While filling the soil, Xiao Jin quietly recited the Rebirth Mantra again.

She knew the Rebirth Mantra was useless, but she still missed it.

As she finished speaking, she grabbed a handful of soil and gently sprinkled it on the surface.

"Go to sleep," she said.

After burying the body, the three went back upstairs.

Qiu An walked in front, with Xiao Jin following behind him. Her eyes and nose were still a little red. Yun Zi'ang brought up the rear, holding a peach wood sword and looking around.

They walked up one floor at a time.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth floors were all empty, with only a few rooms filled with moldy bed boards and old cardboard boxes.

Upon reaching the seventh floor, the smell suddenly became so strong it was pungent.

At the end of the corridor, a door was wide open, and moonlight shone through the window, illuminating a row of dark objects.

Qiu An stopped and turned to Yun Zi'ang, saying, "You wait here."

Yun Zi'ang wasn't about to be alone, so he quickly followed.

Once inside the room, he was completely dumbfounded.

Four old coffins were lined up against the wall, their wood blackened and their lids off.

Each coffin contained a corpse, some shriveled and dry, others half-rotted, with yellow talismans covering their faces and red ropes binding their bodies. Scattered around the coffins were dried glutinous rice and unknown herbs.

There were no other tools, incense, candles, or altar in the room.

Qiu An frowned, looked around, and said, "There's nothing here for refining corpses. There's no alchemy furnace, no offering table, and no magical artifacts for suppressing souls. These coffins are at most places to store corpses."

Xiao Jin stood beside a coffin, tiptoeing, trying to see what was inside, and said, "Because that brother doesn't know how to refine corpses at all."

Yun Zi'ang was taken aback: "No way? Then what about the things in these coffins?"