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

Yun Ziang was woken up by his phone vibrating incessantly.

He huddled under the covers, reached for his phone, and squinted to see that his screen was filled with push notifications about the fall at Yunding Plaza, even his WeChat Moments were flooded with them.

"What the hell..." he muttered as he sat up, scratching his messy hair, and glanced at the press release.

"What the hell?" Yun Ziang looked at the comments below and snapped out of his daze.

He muttered to himself as he threw off the covers and got out of bed, shuffling downstairs in his slippers. The living room was quiet, except for a maid wiping the coffee table.

"Uncle Chen, where's my dad? Where's my grandpa?" He looked around but didn't see anyone else.

Upon hearing the sound, Uncle Chen appeared in the living room on the first floor and called out, "Young Master Zi'ang, they went to the company early this morning. Miss Mingyue just drove away, saying there was an incident at Yunding Plaza and she went to the company."

Yun Zi'ang frowned. "What about the young lady?"

Uncle Chen said, "Miss Xiao Jin is still sleeping upstairs, and Young Master Tian Lin is reading in the study downstairs."

Three falls in two months, all in the same location—is there really such a coincidence?

"This is too weird," Yun Ziang thought of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

For anything supernatural, you can't go wrong asking Auntie!

"Uncle Chen, I'm taking my little aunt out for a bit. We won't be back for lunch!" he said, running up the stairs, his heavy footsteps making the floorboards creak.

He ran to Xiao Jin's door, but didn't dare to barge in. He gently knocked: "Little Miss? Wake up? Something's happened!"

There was no movement inside.

He knocked twice more, lowering his voice: "There are delicious red bean buns! If you don't get up now, they'll be gone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound from inside, followed by the door clicking open a crack.

With messy hair and sleepy eyes, Xiao Jin clung to the doorframe, clutching a cloth tiger in her arms, and mumbled, "Where's the red bean bun?"

Yun Ziang almost burst out laughing, but quickly held it back and said seriously, "Eat the red bean buns on the way."

"There's something more important! Strange things are happening in our shopping mall; many people are falling down. Could you go and check if someone's up to something?"

Upon hearing that they were going to rescue someone, Xiao Jin instantly became more alert, and her eyes lit up.

Saving lives equals accumulating merit!

"Go!" She immediately opened the door, turned around, and ran into the house. "Xiao Jin, go get your bag!"

Within two minutes, she came running out with her small cloth bag on her back, her shoes crookedly worn, and two yellow talismans clutched in her hand.

"Grand-nephew, let's go!" she said, tilting her little face up with great enthusiasm.

Yun Ziang knelt down to tie her shoelaces and then instructed, "Don't wander off when we get there. Stay with me, okay?"

"Okay!"

The two hurriedly left the house. Yun Ziang didn't let the driver drive; he took the steering wheel himself and stepped on the gas, heading towards Yunding Plaza.

On the way, he stopped at a breakfast shop and bought a bag of red bean buns and hot soy milk. Xiao Jin sat in the passenger seat, eating the buns and soy milk, her face covered in soy milk.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Yun Ziang looked at her, both amused and exasperated. "Let me tell you, three people fell into that mall in two months, all from the same spot. It looks like they all stepped into the hole on their own in the security footage. It's really weird."

As Yun Ziang spoke, the car quickly stopped at the entrance of Yunding Plaza.

The once bustling commercial district was deserted today, with police tape at the entrance and several security guards standing watch.

Manager Wang, the person in charge on duty at the mall, had already received Yun Ziang's call and was rubbing his hands together while waiting at the entrance. When he saw the car arrive, he quickly came to greet it.

"Young Master Yun, you've finally arrived!" Manager Wang looked extremely flustered. "The police just left. The initial assessment was that it was an accident, but three accidents in a row? Who would believe that? The internet is full of criticism now, saying that our mall cut corners and disregarded human life."

"Let's not talk about that now, let's go inside and take a look." Yun Ziang unbuckled the car seat and took Xiao Jin out of the car.

Manager Wang then noticed the little girl in his arms, a delicate and beautiful girl carrying a small cloth bag, her round eyes looking around.

"Second Young Master, what is this?"

"My little aunt," Yun Ziang said in a serious tone, "came here specifically to check on the situation."

Manager Wang was taken aback. "Young lady?"

What can such a small child do? Why did you come all the way here to check on things?

Manager Wang inwardly cursed that they hadn't taken it seriously, assuming it was just someone bringing their child to play. He nodded with a wry smile, "Okay, okay, the basement is all sealed off, no one's going there."

The mall was half-lit, empty, and the air conditioning was on full blast; it was chilly as soon as you stepped inside.

The further down to the basement, the lower the temperature became, and it was so quiet that only their footsteps could be heard.

As soon as she stepped off the escalator, Xiao Jin frowned and twitched her little nose.

"The aura of death is so heavy," she muttered to herself.

Yun Zi'ang's heart tightened: "Little Miss, what did you figure out?"

"We haven't gotten close yet." Xiao Jin wriggled out of his arms and took her short legs toward the escalator entrance where the accident happened.

There was yellow police tape there, and white police markings were still on the ground.

Xiao Jin stood outside the cordon, tiptoeing to look inside, her little brows furrowed tightly.

Manager Wang stood to the side, looking at the young girl's pretentious manner, feeling a little amused, but dared not say anything, so he could only stand there with her.

Xiao Jin watched for a while, then suddenly squatted down and felt around in the grout lines of the tiles with her chubby little hands.

"It's in here." She looked up and pointed to a floor tile directly below the escalator. "The bad stuff is buried underneath."

"Huh?" Manager Wang was taken aback. "Downstairs? That's impossible. The floor tiles are all laid down, and no one has touched them since the store opened."

"You'll know once you pry it open." Xiao Jin stood up, dusted off her hands, and said, "It's a small wooden sign stained with black dog blood, specifically designed to attract bewitching spirits."

"When people come down from the escalator, they are hit by a malevolent aura, which makes them dizzy and disoriented, making them think that there is flat ground in front of them, and they will accidentally step into empty space."

Yun Ziang immediately looked at Manager Wang: "Go find the tools and pry this brick open."

Although Manager Wang found it outrageous, he dared not disobey Young Master Yun's orders and quickly sent someone to fetch a crowbar and hammer.

Within minutes, the security guard came over with tools, squatted down, and pried up the floor tile with a few quick movements.

As soon as the floor tile was turned over, a cold, black aura instantly emerged, carrying a faint fishy stench, and the chill made one shiver.

Manager Wang took a step back in fright, his face turning pale: "What... what is this smell?"

Hidden beneath the floor tiles was a palm-sized black wooden plaque with crooked red runes carved on it. A few black bloodstains were scattered around the plaque, making it look extremely eerie.

"This is it!" Xiao Jin stood on tiptoe and pinched a corner of the wooden sign with her fingertips.

As soon as the wooden sign was removed from the soil, the surrounding chill dissipated almost entirely.

"This is the most basic evil-attracting formation, but if it's buried in a crowded place, it will become increasingly ferocious as it absorbs the energy of people." Xiao Jin held up a wooden sign for Yun Zi'ang to see. "If it's a few more days later, more people will fall in."

Yun Zi'ang's face was extremely grim.

It turned out someone was deliberately causing trouble.

The news of his grandfather's critical illness was released at the same time, clearly indicating an attempt to take advantage of the chaos to bring down the Yun family.

Is it Lu Peng?

Just then, a steady footstep came from the direction of the mall entrance, along with the soft sound of a wheelchair rolling over the paving stones.

"Who gave you permission to break into the scene without authorization?"

A clear, low voice rang out. It wasn't loud, but it carried an inexplicable sense of oppression, instantly silencing the noisy scene.

Everyone instinctively turned around to look.

Several people escorted a black wheelchair over. Sitting in the wheelchair was a man in his early thirties with a handsome and aloof face. His eyebrows and eyes were seven-tenths similar to Yun Mingyuan's, but sharper and colder.

His left leg was covered with a dark gray cashmere blanket, his hands rested on the armrests of the wheelchair, his fingertips with distinct knuckles, and his aura was as cold as ice.

Yun Zi'ang's eyes widened suddenly, and he almost dropped the wooden sign in his hand.

"Uncle?!"

He cried out, his face filled with disbelief.

Yun Mingyi?

Wasn't he receiving medical treatment abroad? Why did he suddenly come back?!

Not only was Yun Ziang stunned, but even Manager Wang was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the man in the wheelchair.

Yun Mingyi, the third young master of the Yun family, was the most outstanding candidate to succeed the Yun family back then. He was decisive and had a sharp eye, and he won several major projects at a young age.

He was in a car accident a year and a half ago, which crippled his leg. After that, he disappeared from the public eye. Everyone thought he was recuperating abroad, but unexpectedly, he came back at this critical moment.

Yun Mingyi's gaze swept over the crowd indifferently, finally landing on Yun Ziang, his brows furrowing slightly: "What kind of behavior is this, shouting and yelling like this?"

His voice was calm, yet it carried an inherent authority. Yun Ziang instinctively straightened up, not daring to even breathe loudly.

At this moment, Yun Ziqian walked quickly over from behind, his face showing some anxiety: "Uncle, why did you come in person? I could have just told you."

"It's all in such a mess. If I hadn't come, the Yun family's reputation would have been ruined." Yun Mingyi's tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger, but his gaze fell on Xiao Jin.

The little girl held up a black wooden sign, staring at him with her big, round eyes, her gaze clear and straightforward, showing no fear of his cold expression.

"Who are you?" Yun Mingyi raised his chin and looked at Xiao Jin.

"Oh, Uncle, this is the young lady I mentioned in the message I sent you, Xiao Jin," Yun Ziqian quickly introduced, his tone respectful.

Yun Mingyi raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

He looked Xiao Jin up and down. She was about four years old, with delicate features, and looked no different from an ordinary baby.

"Uncle, we just found out, it wasn't an accident!" Yun Zi'ang snapped out of his daze and quickly stepped forward, pointing to the wooden plaque in Xiao Jin's hand. "Someone deliberately buried a wooden plaque under the escalator to attract evil spirits, causing those people to hallucinate and fall! It was deliberate!"

He spoke quickly and urgently, thinking that his uncle would be furious after hearing it and would order an investigation.

Ke Yunmingyi merely glanced at the wooden sign, his tone indifferent: "And then?"

"Huh?" Yun Ziang was stunned.

"Are you planning to take this wooden sign to the reporters and say that our mall has been cursed?" Yun Mingyi looked up at him, his eyes sharp. "Do you think the public will believe that? Or do you want everyone to think that the Yun family has been forced into a corner and is resorting to making up excuses of feudal superstition to fool people?"

A series of rhetorical questions left Yun Zi'ang speechless.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say it was true, but the words stuck in his throat.

Yes.

Who would believe it if you told an ordinary person that someone was plotting to harm others?

People will only think that Yun is trying to shirk responsibility by making up such an absurd excuse, and they will be criticized even more harshly.