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

Xiao Jin's chubby little hand made a clenching motion in the air and precisely grasped the black energy wrapped around Gu Ling's shoulder.

She rolled and rolled the black energy in her hand, and then the black energy seeped into her fingers and disappeared without a trace.

Yun Ziang looked at Xiao Jin's strange actions and couldn't help but scratch his head:

"Little miss, what are you grabbing? I can't see anything!"

Xiao Jin clapped her hands, sat back in her high chair, and said to Gu Ling in a childish voice, "Okay, sister, Xiao Jin has caught the dark aura off your shoulder, so you're not heavy anymore."

Gu Ling was initially stunned by Xiao Jin's strange actions, but after hearing what Xiao Jin said, she realized what was happening, subconsciously moved her shoulder, and then suddenly froze.

For the past two weeks, she has felt as if a cold, wet stone is pressing on her right shoulder, heavy and chilly, causing half of her body to feel stiff. Applying plasters and getting massages have not helped.

At this moment, when the little girl in front of him grabbed him twice from a distance, the heavy, cold feeling suddenly dissipated, his shoulders relaxed, and even his mind, which had been in a daze for half a month, became clearer.

"This..." Gu Ling raised her hand and rubbed her shoulder repeatedly, her face full of shock. "It's really not heavy anymore?"

Her gaze towards Xiao Jin instantly changed, devoid of any pretense or disdain, replaced by genuine apprehension and bewilderment: "Little Master, what... what exactly did I come into contact with?"

"It's yin energy, it's clinging to your shoulders and absorbing your heat, that's why you always feel cold and have recurring fevers." Xiao Jin chuckled as she sat back down in her chair, took a sip of her milk, and slowly asked, "Sister, tell Xiao Jin what you've encountered in the past two weeks?"

Gu Ling composed herself, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and recounted everything that had happened to her recently.

About two weeks ago, she started having trouble sleeping. She always felt that there was a dark, blurry figure standing by her bed in the middle of the night. She couldn't see the face clearly, but the figure was quietly staring at her.

At first she thought it was a nightmare, but it happened every night, and sometimes she could hear soft breathing.

She then developed a low-grade fever that kept recurring. Blood tests and X-rays at the hospital came back normal, and the doctor only said that her immunity was low. However, she took a lot of medicine but did not get better. She felt cold and weak all over every day and could hardly go to work.

"Is that all?" Xiao Jin tilted her head and asked, her little brows slightly furrowed. "Before this, did you go to any strange places, sister?"

"Like cemeteries?"

Gu Ling thought about it seriously for a long time, then shook her head: "No, I just go back and forth between the company and home every day. At most, I go shopping with friends on weekends. I never go to those remote places."

Xiao Jin frowned and asked again, "So you can only see the shadows when you're sleeping? Do you feel like someone is following you during the day?"

"I don't feel anything during the day," Gu Ling said with certainty. "I only feel it when I turn off the lights and lie down at night. Once I turn the lights back on, it's all gone."

"Then we should go check out my sister's house." Xiao Jin slid off the chair quickly, slung her little cloth bag over her shoulder, and said, "The shadowy figure must be hiding in your house, otherwise it wouldn't only come out when you're sleeping."

Looking at her small stature, Gu Ling still felt uneasy.

She hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Um... little master, when is your master coming?"

She always felt something was off. Even if such a young child had some talent, he was most likely a disciple of a master, who had come to pave the way first.

If you really want to exorcise evil spirits and bring peace to your home, the person in charge must step in.

"Master?" Jin blinked her dark, grape-like eyes and answered truthfully, "Master is guarding the great formation on the mountain and won't be coming down."

Gu Ling's expression froze instantly, and she looked at Yun Zi'ang in astonishment: "She...she came alone?"

Isn't this ridiculous? What can a four-year-old girl possibly do? Could Ren Hong have just found someone to fool her?

Seeing that she didn't believe him, Yun Ziang immediately chimed in, "Miss Gu, don't worry, my little aunt is very capable."

"The heaviness in your shoulder that you were carrying just now is gone, isn't it? How could that be fake?"

He patted his chest confidently, "How about this, we'll go to their house first and see if we can solve it; if we can't, we won't charge a penny. I'll try to find someone else, okay?"

Having said all that, Gu Ling had no other choice.

She was on the verge of a breakdown after being tormented for the past two weeks, so she decided to try anything as a last resort.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, then come home with me."

The three of them left the coffee shop and drove to the residential area where Gu Ling lived.

The trees lining the streets of the neighborhood are so tall that they block out the sun, making the stairwells shady even during the day.

The car was parked downstairs, and Gu Ling led them to the elevator, which took them to the ninth floor.

As soon as I took out my key and opened the security door, a chilling aura rushed out.

Yun Ziang couldn't help but shiver and subconsciously rubbed his arms: "Wow, your air conditioner is set this low? It's like an icebox."

"No," Gu Ling also found it strange and reached out to turn on the living room light. "I clearly turned off the air conditioner when I left."

The warm yellow light instantly filled the living room, but the chill in the room didn't dissipate at all, and even the air felt inexplicably stuffy.

As soon as Xiao Jin stepped inside, her little nose wrinkled and her brows furrowed into tiny knots.

She didn't go into the living room, but stood in the entryway, muttering to herself, "So much blackness."

Gu Ling gave the two of them slippers. After Xiao Jin changed into the slippers, she ran forward with a clatter.

She looked left and right, as if searching for something.

Gu Ling pointed to a room door and said, "This is my room."

Yun Zi'ang looked it over and casually asked, "Is this rented or bought?"

Gu Ling replied, "It's rented. I've lived here for over a year."

Xiao Jin stood at the bedroom door, her little hands gently gripping the doorframe, her round face tilted up, and asked softly, "Sister, may I come in?"

She had long eyelashes, and her eyes were as bright as water-soaked black grapes; she was incredibly well-behaved.

Gu Ling's doubts subsided somewhat, and she nodded with a smile: "Of course."

She reached out and pushed open the door, and a blast of cold air, even colder than the living room, rushed out, carrying a slightly damp, musty smell.

Yun Ziang followed behind, and couldn't help but shiver again, rubbing his arms and complaining, "My God, your bedroom is cooler than the living room. We don't even need air conditioning at night."

"Is it cold?" Gu Ling walked in with a frown and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp. "I don't feel it."

She's been feeling weak lately, and her perception of external temperature isn't quite right anymore.

Gu Ling watched Xiao Jin's short figure wandering around the room, still feeling uncertain, and couldn't help but ask again:

"Young master, are you sure you don't need to tell your master? What if this thing is quite fierce...don't want it to hurt you."

She still wanted to consult a master before she could feel completely at ease.

Xiao Jin was tiptoeing to look at the bedside table when she heard this, and waved her little hand without turning her head:

"No need, Master is a lazy bum, he won't bother with such trivial matters."

"I used to do all these things myself. Master would just sit in the sun drinking tea and slacking off," she said seriously, gesturing with her chubby little hand to show how her master lay down. "Xiao Jin can do these little things herself!"

Yun Zi'ang chimed in from the side, "You can rest assured, my little aunt is very capable."

All seven skeletal remains buried under their house were dug up.

Gu Ling was half-believing and half-doubting, and wanted to say something more, when she saw Xiao Jin suddenly stop in front of the desk.

On the desk sat a small, palm-sized, bronze box, carved with intertwined floral patterns. It looked antique and was bought by Gu Ling to store her earrings and jewelry.

Xiao Jin reached out her little hand and carefully picked up the box, her brows instantly furrowing into small knots.

"This is it," she muttered to herself. "It has the thickest black aura; it's practically spewing black smoke out."

She held the box, turning it over and over to examine it. Her chubby little fingertips slowly traced the edge of the box, pausing when they touched the inside of the lid.

She pried open the box lid with force, brought it to her nose to smell it, and then shone the light inside. Sure enough, she saw a ring of fine, dark red lines engraved on the inner wall of the box. They were winding and looked like words or pictures, hidden in the rust of the bronze. They were not noticeable unless you looked closely.

Xiao Jin put on a serious face, examined it carefully for a moment, and then recognized that it was a Yin-gathering rune.

Yun Zi'ang curiously leaned closer, squinting into the box, and exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, it's quite exquisitely made, looks like a real antique. Where did you buy this? It must have cost a lot of money!"

Gu Ling walked over, her gaze falling on the box. After a moment's thought, she said, "It was last month's weekend. My friend and I went to the secondhand antique market in the west of the city. I bought it on a whim because it looked nice. It only cost six hundred yuan."

"The stall owner said it was a small makeup box from the Qing Dynasty, but it's definitely just an antique-style ornament. I bought it because it looked nice on display."

As she was speaking, her voice suddenly stopped, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

Bought last month...

It has been exactly one month today.

She started having trouble sleeping every night, with heavy shoulders and recurring low-grade fevers, which also began last month.

"It's a small makeup box from the Qing Dynasty," Xiao Jin's voice suddenly rang out. "The stall owner didn't lie to you."

"This really is an antique?" Yun Zi'ang exclaimed in surprise as he took it from Xiao Jin's hands, examining it closely. "Then you've struck gold!"

"I bought a genuine antique for six hundred yuan."

His eyes widened slightly, and he asked curiously, "Little Miss, you can even look at antiques?"

"Grand-nephew, put it down quickly!" Xiao Jin urged.

Yun Ziang returned the box to Xiao Jin, "Here you are."

Xiao Jin gently placed the box on the table, then pointed at it and explained in a serious tone, "This box was buried underground for a very long time, and it has absorbed the yin energy from the cemetery. There is also a yin-gathering talisman carved inside."

"During the day, when the sun is strong and the yang energy is abundant, it remains quiet; but at night, when the lights are turned off, the yin energy escapes and gathers around the bed, turning into a dark shadow."

"It also slowly drains my sister's yang energy, so she always feels cold and sometimes gets a fever."

"If we leave it any longer, my sister won't be able to eat or walk."

Gu Ling felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this, and looking at the small copper box on the table, she felt a sense of dread.

She bought it because it looked nice; who would have thought that a 600-yuan ornament would actually be a malevolent object that attracts evil spirits?