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

Xiao Jin ran forward with a clattering sound and dashed into the elevator, which was still open.

There was only one person in the elevator.

The compass needle in Xiao Jin's hand stopped spinning instantly, pointing steadily at that person.

Xiao Jin tilted her head back and looked at the person with curiosity.

The man didn't look like an employee working here; he was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt that had clearly been washed many times, along with jeans and canvas shoes.

He stood in the elevator, wearing sunglasses, and holding a thin, red and white stick in his hand.

He heard Xiao Jin's footsteps, turned his head slightly, and said nothing.

Xiao Jin looked at the compass in her hand, then at the person in front of her, and softly exclaimed "Ah!"

This is the person!

The villain who made that wicked wooden sign out of willow wood and buried it in Yunding Square!

"Little Auntie!" Yun Zi'ang's voice carried from afar.

Xiao Jin realized what was happening and shouted, "I'm holed up here!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the elevator doors closed and began to move upwards.

The elevator suddenly rose, and Xiao Jin stumbled. She quickly reached out to hold onto the elevator wall, almost dropping the compass in her hand.

"That scared me to death!" She puffed out her cheeks and patted her chest.

"Did you get separated from the adults?"

The boy spoke first, his voice cold, like autumn mountain spring water, clear and chilly, with little warmth.

He turned his head slightly, his sunglasses pointing in Xiao Jin's direction. Although he couldn't see her, it was as if he could pinpoint her location precisely.

Xiao Jin nodded, then, remembering that he was blind, quickly replied in her childish voice, "Yes! My grand-nephew runs too slowly!"

"Don't go out for a while," the boy said casually, as if giving a casual reminder. "I'll press the button for the first floor for you, and you can just sit back down later."

Xiao Jin blinked, then couldn't help but reach out her little hand and wave gently in front of his sunglasses.

The boy did not react at all.

"Brother, can't you see?" she asked softly, her tone full of curiosity, without any hint of disgust.

Sang Dong gave a faint "hmm" and said nothing more.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor with a "ding," and the doors slowly slid open.

Sang Dong held his red and white white cane, tapped the button lightly with his fingertips to confirm the floor, and then slowly walked out.

He walked slowly but steadily, his cane tapping the ground lightly with a crisp tapping sound.

Seeing this, Xiao Jin quickly followed after him with her short legs.

I had only taken two steps when the person in front of me suddenly stopped.

"I pressed the button for the first floor for you." Sang Dong turned to the side, his brows slightly furrowed. "Why are you following me?"

"I'm waiting for my great-nephew here!" Xiao Jin said confidently, tilting her little face up. "He'll be up soon!"

She's not leaving; the person she's looking for is right here!

Sang Dong pursed his lips and said nothing more.

He clearly had no interest in arguing with a child, so he turned around and continued walking forward, his white cane tapping on the floor tiles. He went straight to the sofa in the rest area opposite the front desk, sat down, leaned his white cane against the armrest, put his hands on his knees, and waited quietly, like a white jade statue with no emotion.

Xiao Jin also went over and climbed onto the sofa next to him, swinging her short legs, and couldn't help but ask again, "Brother, who are you waiting for?"

Sang Dong didn't even lift his eyelids: "What's it to you?"

"Kid, go away."

His tone was cold and unfriendly.

Xiao Jin wasn't angry; she rested her chin on her hand and looked at him.

The compass in her hand was still slightly warm, and the needle was pointing firmly in his direction, indicating that he was indeed covered in the evil energy of Yin Willow Wood.

Xiao Jin stared at the man's sunglasses and pouted in dissatisfaction.

If only he didn't have those big sunglasses, I could see his face clearly.

As Xiao Jin was pondering this, a series of footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

A man in a black jacket walked quickly over, carrying a brown wooden box, and stopped in front of Sang Dong.

"You're Sang Dong?" the man asked in a low voice.

Sang Dong nodded slightly.

The man handed him the wooden box: "This is for you."

Sang Dong reached out and caught it, but as soon as his fingertips touched the lid, his brows furrowed.

He ran his fingers lightly along the edge of the box twice, then listened intently to the other person's breathing and posture, his tone turning colder:

"Where is Yu Ziping?"

"Oh? He had something to do at home and took the day off," the man replied casually. "He asked me to give you the things."

Sang Dong frowned even more deeply. "Are you asking for leave?"

"How long did it take?"

"Three days, I guess..." The man had only come to deliver something, and now that he had it, he wanted to leave as soon as possible. "Now that you have the item, I'll be going."

Just as the man was about to leave, he heard hurried footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor.

Yun Zi'ang ran over, panting, and immediately saw Xiao Jin on the sofa. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled. "Little auntie, you almost lost me!"

He strode over, glanced at Sang Dong on the sofa, and asked with a puzzled look, "Who is this?"

"He's the person Xiao Jin is looking for." Xiao Jin looked at Yun Zi'ang with a grin.

Sang Dong was taken aback when he heard this.

He tilted his head slightly toward Xiao Jin, then realized something, reached out and grabbed his white cane, and stood up from the sofa.

Sang Dong hugged the box, wanting to leave.

Yun Zi'ang quickly grabbed him and pressed him down. "Hey, don't run away!"

The man who came to deliver the goods sensed the tense atmosphere, quietly retreated, and then slipped away.

Sang Dong's expression darkened, and he shoved Yun Zi'ang's hand away. "Who are you?"

"Hey, don't you know what you've done?" Yun Zi'ang retorted fiercely.

"Don't even think about running away, you little brat!" he said, reaching out again to grab Sang Dong's wrist.

This touch startled Yun Ziang.

"You're so weak, kid."

Sang Dong's arm was unusually cold, like an ice pop.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin couldn't help but reach out and touch it, then her eyes widened in surprise, "Wow!"

It's so cool!

A normal person wouldn't feel this cold.

Sang Dong's wrist was gripped tightly, his voice growing even colder, his fingertips taut: "Let go. Or I'll call the police."

He couldn't see, yet he could accurately aim in Yun Ziang's direction, his whole body on guard.

"Call the police? Perfect!" Yun Zi'ang was furious, pointing at the wooden box in his hand. "Let's go to the police station and have a proper talk. A perfectly good shopping mall, and you killed someone because of you, and you still think you're in the right?"

"What?" Sang Dong hadn't yet realized what Yun Ziang was saying.

Xiao Jin stood up, clinging to the edge of the sofa, tiptoeing and tilting her little face up, and asked in a clear voice, "Brother, you made the evil-summoning array, didn't you?"

"Take slices of willow wood from a graveyard, soak them in black dog blood for forty-nine days, carve a soul-summoning and evil-attracting talisman on them, bury them in crowded places to absorb people's energy, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Dong's body stiffened abruptly.

He remained silent for a long while, then his fingers, hanging at his sides, twitched. "What...do you want to do?"

He asked in a low voice, his tone no longer as cold and hard as before, but more complicated.

When Yun Zi'ang heard these words, it was tantamount to admitting it outright.

He immediately flew into a rage, his voice rising to his throat: "What are you doing? You're harming people! Three people have fallen and died in just two months! One of them even died!"

"I ask you, what grudge do you hold against the Yun family that you would resort to such a despicable tactic?"

"None of you have a grudge against me." Sang Dong slowly turned his head, his sunglasses pointing forward, his voice as calm as if he were talking about someone else's business. "Someone paid me to make a batch of evil-attracting wooden plaques."

As for what the buyer does with it, he never inquires and doesn't care.

Yun Zi'ang laughed in anger, "There's such a business? This is murder, do you know that?! Who hired you? Tell me!"

"I will not disclose the employer's information." Sang Dong's tone was firm, his fingertips gripping the wooden box tightly. "There are rules in this industry."

"It's Yu Ziping."

Xiao Jin suddenly spoke up, her childish voice interrupting the argument between the two.

Yun Zi'ang was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at her: "Little Miss, how did you know?"

"I just heard them talking," Xiao Jin pointed to the wooden box in Sang Dong's arms. "This was given to him by Yu Ziping."

Yun Zi'ang followed Xiao Jin's finger, his eyes filled with curiosity, and reached out to snatch the wooden box: "What's inside? Let me see!"

Sang Dong reacted quickly, dodging to the side while gripping his cane tightly with his other hand. He took a half-step back warily and said coldly, "Don't touch it."

"Oh dear, grand-nephew, don't be in such a hurry." Xiao Jin tugged at Yun Ziang's sleeve, tilted her little face up, and explained earnestly, "The box smells like money, and there's also a little bit of chocolate."

Upon hearing this, Sang Dong was somewhat surprised. This child had such a keen sense of smell.

The box in his hand contained the remaining payment for that batch of goods.

Yun Ziang was stunned for a moment, then realized, "Could this be the final payment?"

"Now we've caught them red-handed!"

Xiao Jin nudged Sang Dong's arm, her brows furrowing slightly: "Do you know that doing this kind of thing too often will make you sick!"

"Doing this too often will cause yin energy to enter the body, resulting in cold hands and feet all year round, and also weakness and shortness of breath!"

Sang Dong pursed his lips and remained silent.

Of course he knew.

"It has nothing to do with you," Sang Dong replied coldly.

Xiao Jin got angry when she saw that Sang Dong wouldn't listen to her: "The brand you made has killed people, and you'll be affected by the karma too."

"If you continue to make these kinds of yin wood amulets, you will go completely blind and your lifespan will be shortened."

Sang Dong's body stiffened again.

How could this child know that he wasn't completely blind?

Xiao Jin continued, "You're finished! The consequences of actions involving human lives are extremely serious. Even though you didn't do it on purpose, you made it!"

She could tell that this brother wasn't entirely a bad guy; he even had some good deeds to his name.

However, all these merits are simply not enough compared to the karmic consequences he now has to bear.

Sang Dong lowered his head slightly and said to Xiao Jin, "Then let fate take my life in return."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his white cane and walked forward.

This time, Yun Ziang did not stop him, seemingly shocked by his words.

This was the first time Xiao Jin had encountered someone like this, and her eyes were filled with surprise and bewilderment.

She looked at that slender figure from behind, her voice filled with genuine curiosity, "But the retribution for this karmic debt may not necessarily fall on you."

"If someone took on this debt for you, would you still be okay with it?"