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

Yun Ziqian jogged all the way to his car.

As he started the car, he told Xiao Jin what had happened.

"The blind man insisted on seeing Yu Ziping's body. After he arrived, he touched the body from head to toe and asked Yu Ziping when he died and his date of birth."

Upon hearing this, Yun Zi'ang on the other end of the phone showed a look of disgust. "Touching a corpse?"

"What kind of fetish is this?!"

Xiao Jin, standing beside him, frowned, looking thoughtful.

Yun Ziqian continued, "I think his actions were as if he was confirming something. After doing all that, he first said it was too late, and then told me that Yu Ziping was going to die this month anyway, and it had nothing to do with us."

"Xiao Jin, do you know what happened?"

"Was he supposed to die anyway?" Xiao Jin muttered in confusion, then pressed, "Grand-nephew, tell me Yu Ziping's birth date and time of death."

Yun Ziqian reported it.

Xiao Jin stretched out both hands, pointed to her fingers, and after a moment exclaimed in surprise, "All four pillars are Yin!"

"The Day Master is Gui Water, and the Earthly Branches form a Northern Water Formation with Hai, Zi, and Chou, creating a raging torrent of water. Moreover, the chart carries the Seven Killings star, which is being clashed with, and this year also brings the clash with Tai Sui..."

People with this kind of fate have heavy yin energy, light soul, and thin yang energy, making them prone to violent death.

Upon hearing these familiar words, Yun Ziqian thought, "That person seems to have said something similar."

Xiao Jin's expression suddenly turned serious, and she asked urgently, "When did my great-nephew die?"

Yun Ziqian replied, "5:17 PM today."

"Ah!" Xiao Jin exclaimed, startling Yun Ziang who was standing next to her.

He asked with concern, "What's wrong, little miss?"

"Around 5 PM, corresponding to the Twilight Evil Star; being killed by a flowerpot corresponds to the Heavenly Net Evil Star..." Xiao Jin's face hardened. "It wasn't an accident; someone was trying to harm him!"

This statement directly confirmed Yun Ziqian's suspicions, and he voiced his doubts, "But I checked the surveillance footage, and the flowerpot really was blown down by the wind."

"However, Yu Ziping told me before he died that there was someone..."

Xiao Jin's face scrunched up in distress as she said, "Maybe it was a flowerpot pushed down by someone you can't see."

As she spoke, she suddenly realized something and asked in a panic, "Grand-nephew, were you with Yu Ziping when he had his accident?"

"Yes," Yun Ziqian then realized he hadn't mentioned this part, "After I finished talking with Yu Ziping, I had just left when Yu Ziping had his accident."

"Oh no!!" Xiao Jin slapped her forehead in frustration. "Great-nephew, where are you now?"

"I'm on my way," Yun Ziqian said, gripping the steering wheel, the headlights cutting through the night. "I'm heading back to Beijing. I'll be there in two hours."

"No, no!" Xiao Jin immediately shook her head, her little head bobbing like a rattle drum. "Grand-nephew, you can't come back tonight! Leave tomorrow during the day!"

"Huh?" Yun Ziqian was taken aback. "Why?"

"Find a place with lots of yang energy to stay for the night!" Xiao Jin said urgently. "The more lively the better, the more people the better! Don't go anywhere deserted!"

Yun Ziqian's heart skipped a beat.

He had just come from that awful hospital, and Xiao Jin's words sent a chill down his spine: "What do you mean by a place with strong yang energy?"

"Zi'ang, my great-nephew!" Xiao Jin turned and tugged at Yun Zi'ang's sleeve. "Quickly, open the map! Find the closest place to him! A place with lots of people! A place with bright lights!"

"Yun Ziqian, quickly send us your location so we can take a look."

Yun Ziang urged him to quickly free up a hand to open the navigation app and swipe a couple of times: "Hey, there's a night market that's open all night, and a shopping plaza nearby..."

"With so much yang energy, wouldn't a police station be suitable?"

"Oh, sure!" Xiao Jin clapped her hands. "We'll go to a crowded, well-lit place with lots of yang energy, and sit there until dawn! Do you hear me, grand-nephew?"

"I heard you, I heard you." Yun Ziqian felt uneasy at her serious tone, turned on his turn signal, and turned to the side. "I'm getting off right now. What exactly happened? Tell me."

"Let's talk about it when we get home!" Xiao Jin leaned forward, clinging to the seat back. "Zi'ang, nephew, hurry up and drive! We need to get home quickly!"

"Alright, alright, I'm speeding up, I'm speeding up." Yun Ziang stepped on the gas, muttering to himself, "Why are you even more impatient than me..."

We sped along and entered the villa area in ten minutes.

As soon as the car stopped, Xiao Jin unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed down, her short legs moving incredibly fast.

Yun Zi'ang quickly caught up, opening the door as he asked, "Little Miss, what exactly happened? What's the story behind Yu Ziping's death?"

Xiao Jin ran into the living room and answered in a moment, "Yu Ziping didn't die accidentally; he was killed by bad guys."

"The bad guys wanted to raise ghosts, and they chose him."

Yun Ziang paused in taking off his coat: "Raising ghosts?"

"Hmm!" Xiao Jin nodded, stopped, and turned to look at Yun Zi'ang. "Yu Ziping has a pure Yin Bazi (Four Pillars of Destiny), with weak Gui water and the Seven Killings in his destiny, making him prone to violent death. The villains chose him as a sacrifice, giving him the Yin wood tablet so that the Yin energy would wear down his Yang energy every day. Once it was worn down enough, they would choose an auspicious time to take his life."

"When the Twilight Evil and the Heavenly Net Evil are combined, the more unjust and sudden the death, the greater the resentment, and the more ferocious the ghost that is raised."

Yun Zi'ang felt a chill run down his spine: "Then... what did the blind man mean by 'it's too late'?"

"So the soul has already been taken away." Xiao Jin pouted. "That blind brother went to touch the corpse, probably to see if the soul was still there. Unfortunately, he was too late; Yu Ziping's main soul had already been captured by the bad guys."

"Then my brother..." Yun Zi'ang suddenly realized, his expression changing, "Is my brother alright? He was right there!"

"That's exactly why it's troublesome," Xiao Jin scratched her head. "When someone dies, the people around them get tainted by the death energy. Yu Ziping died suddenly, and one of his souls hadn't been collected yet, so it scattered nearby. Yun Ziqian's great-nephew just happened to be there, so he probably got entangled in it."

"So when he was in the hospital morgue, Ziqian's great-nephew was targeted by them."

"Holy crap!" Yun Zi'ang's face turned pale. "Then isn't my brother in grave danger? Would reciting the incantation a few times even work?"

"It works for now, but Yu Ziping's scattered soul is still with him." Xiao Jin finished speaking, then turned and ran towards her room. "No, Xiao Jin has to get Yu Ziping's soul back!"

"Huh? Take it back? How?" Yun Ziang quickly chased after him.

Xiao Jin pushed open her bedroom door and said without turning her head, "Fight the bad guy! He grabbed the main soul, so Xiao Jin will snatch it back! Otherwise, Yu Ziping will really become a vengeful ghost, and my great-nephew will be haunted forever!"

As she spoke, she pulled a small wooden box from her cabinet, opened it, and inside were yellow paper, cinnabar, a small calligraphy brush, and a few copper coins.

Yun Zi'ang stood at the doorway, watching Xiao Jin tiptoeing to spread yellow paper on the table, her little face full of seriousness. He was momentarily stunned: "Little Miss, you can do this too?"

"Of course!" Xiao Jin picked up a small calligraphy brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and without looking up, exclaimed, "Xiao Jin is amazing!"

-

Meanwhile, in an old building on the outskirts of Fujiang City.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair was sitting cross-legged in front of the altar.

He looked to be in his fifties, but his hair was completely white. His face was gaunt and gloomy, with deep-set eyes and a sinister gaze, as if it were poisoned.

On the altar was a black wooden tablet, and three incense sticks were lit in front of it, the smoke rising straight up without dissipating.

The old man closed his eyes, made hand gestures, and muttered incantations.

He is refining his soul.

Yu Ziping's soul was sealed in the wooden tablet, and this was the most crucial moment. If he could refine it for another forty-nine days, he could create a fierce ghost that obeyed his commands.

But just then, he suddenly opened his eyes and frowned.

Someone is touching his soul.

"Hmph." The old man sneered, flicked his fingers, and changed his hand gesture. "You ignorant fool."

He immediately increased his magical power, gripping the soul inside the wooden tablet tightly, trying to deflect the external force back.

Meanwhile, Xiao Jin...

She stood in front of the small table, her little hands forming a sword incantation, her eyes closed, and her little mouth chanting incantations:

"The profound origin of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi, through countless eons of cultivation, I have attained divine powers. Within and beyond the Three Realms, only the Dao is supreme, and my body is enveloped in golden light."

The voice was soft and childlike, yet every word was clear.

The yellow paper talisman in front of them suddenly started moving on its own without any wind, and the copper coins on the table also vibrated and hummed.

Her small body swayed slightly.

"Huh?" She opened her eyes, puffing out her cheeks in annoyance. "That bad guy is pretty good!"

After saying that, she took a deep breath, made hand seals with both hands, her fingertips flying, and chanted the incantation faster and more urgently:

"Golden light swiftly appears, protecting the true person; evil spirits retreat, and souls return to their bodies! The Five Emperors and Five Dragons descend with light and wind, spreading rain and dew, assisting the Three Pure Ones! Capture souls and spirits, follow my talisman, swiftly as the law commands!"

Suddenly, the cinnabar on the table began to move on its own, drawing golden lines on the yellow paper, so bright they were almost blinding.

The talisman floated higher and higher, suspended in mid-air, with golden patterns flowing along its surface as if it were alive.

-

The elderly people in the old building changed their expressions.

His hand, which had been so confident of victory, began to tremble slightly.

The force didn't seem strong, but it was very strange—it wasn't like the qi of an ordinary sorcerer, but rather like a bottomless vortex. No matter how much magic power he sent out, it was swallowed up without even a splash.

"What kind of obstacle is this?" He gritted his teeth and added three more points of force.

But the force didn't recede; instead, it followed his technique and probed in this direction.

An extremely eerie aura pressed down on him, making his very soul tremble.

The old man's heart sank – this was no ordinary sorcerer.

This aura... He had cultivated for decades, fought with others, smelled the pure yang aura of Taoists, and encountered pure yin ghosts, but he had never encountered anything like this before.

Like an invisible maw, it hung above his head, ready to swallow him whole, soul and spirit, at any moment.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been hit hard by something, and a sweet taste in his throat, almost causing him to vomit blood.

The three incense sticks on the altar snapped with a "crack".

The black wooden sign shook violently, and faint wails could be heard coming from inside.

"Impossible..." The old man stared wide-eyed, incredulous.

He gripped the incantation hand so tightly that his fingertips trembled.

The feeling of being swallowed grew stronger and stronger, as if it wanted to pull his whole body along the line.

He gritted his teeth and tried to fight on, but suddenly the force pulled him hard.

The magic seal in his hand snapped open with a 'crack'.

The main soul inside the wooden plaque was forcibly dragged away.

The old man leaned back against the wall, his face deathly pale, a trickle of black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His face was grim as he stared intently at the altar, a look of fear and uncertainty appearing in his eyes for the first time.

"What exactly is that thing...?"

-

At this moment, inside the Yun family villa, a soft "snap" sound came from the simple altar in front of Xiao Jin.

The yellow paper talisman in front of her fell back onto the table, and the golden light slowly dissipated.

A copper coin spun twice before standing firmly upright.

Xiao Jin breathed a sigh of relief, wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead, and proudly raised her chin:

"Hmph, trying to steal from Xiao Jin? That scoundrel is far from being good enough!"