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

On the way back to Beijing, Yun Ziang played some children's songs, which immediately got Xiao Jin excited.

She sat in her high chair, waving a cloth tiger in her hand, and sang:

I have a little donkey, but I never ride it.

Yun Ziang hummed along beside him.

Suddenly a phone call interrupted the two of them.

"Tsk," Yun Zi'ang said with displeasure, "Who is it that's so oblivious, interrupting our singing pleasure!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the note flashing on the screen—Jiang Wenshi.

He answered the phone. "What's up? Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

Hearing Yun Ziang's voice, Jiang Wenshi asked in surprise, "You sound so awake. Did you not sleep, or did you just get up?"

"Knowing this is where I sleep, you still come to disturb me," Yun Ziang said without any politeness because they were so familiar with each other.

Jiang Wenshi retorted, even more infuriatingly, "It was intentional."

"I've got some news about the person you asked me to find. You were pressuring me like crazy the other day, so I came to tell you as soon as I had some information, didn't I?"

Yun Ziang paused for a moment, because Xiao Jin had said last time that the blind man was very important, so he asked Jiang Wenshi to find him.

I didn't expect to hear news so quickly.

He pressed on, "You found him? Who is he?"

"It's not exactly a finding..." Jiang Wenshi complained. "You only gave me a photo, which was taken from a security camera. He was wearing big sunglasses, and you couldn't even see his face clearly. How could it be so easy to find?"

Yun Zi'ang frowned. "What news are you referring to?"

Jiang Wenshi said, "Didn't you say he was into metaphysics? I actually found out about him."

"There's a blind fortune teller in Beijing, in his early twenties, in Zhouhai District."

"That master is called Sang Dong. He's said to be quite effective. For a while, his peach blossom dolls for seeking marriage were very popular. Several of my friends placed orders with him."

"I've sent your location, information, and contact details to you on WeChat."

"I have to go to the company in a bit, young master. You should go and see for yourself if this is the person you're looking for."

"Okay," Yun Ziang glanced at the constantly ringing message notifications, "Thanks, you're busy, you have to go."

After hanging up the phone, Yun Ziang glanced at his phone.

"Let me see, let me see," Xiao Jin said curiously, sticking her head out.

Yun Ziang opened Jiang Wenshi's chat window, handed the phone to Xiao Jin, and coaxed, "Here, little auntie, you take a look first."

Xiao Jin held the phone in both of her little hands, her brows furrowed slightly.

She recognized a few of the words on it, but couldn't understand them when they were put together. She scratched her head and was about to hand it to Yun Ziang when she swiped her finger and saw the photo on the back.

It was a small wooden doll, about the size of a palm, with a round head, wearing a little red dress and a small bow in its hair. It looked quite cute.

The base of the doll is engraved with a fine pattern, which looks like a talisman or a floral design.

Xiao Jin's eyes froze instantly.

"It's him!" She suddenly looked up.

"Who? Sang Dong?" Yun Zi'ang was taken aback. "How did you figure that out?"

"Mmm!" Xiao Jin nodded vigorously, pointing her little finger to the wooden doll in the photo. "This doll was also made by that older brother! Look at the pattern here, it's the same as the pattern on the Yinmu plaque!"

She waved her phone, her face full of certainty: "Xiao Jin wouldn't be mistaken! The carving technique is the same; it's that blind man!"

Yun Ziang glanced at the photo with some skepticism. He couldn't discern any patterns or techniques, but he thought the little doll was quite exquisitely made.

But since Xiaojin said so, it can't be wrong.

"Now that he's recognized him, things are much easier. We'll find some time to go see him," Yun Ziang said.

Little Jin sat up straight. "Let's go now!"

"Huh? Now?" Yun Zi'ang hesitated. "Why don't we go home first? You didn't eat breakfast properly, and you've been up all morning..."

"No, no!" Xiao Jin shook her head vigorously, her little head bobbing like a rattle drum. "If we don't go find my brother now, he might be gone in the next second!"

"That's all?" Yun Zi'ang asked hesitantly, "What do you mean, 'that's all'?"

Could it be what he meant?

Xiao Jin quickly gave the answer: "It means 'died and kicked the bucket'."

As she spoke, she leaned back, stuck out her little tongue, rolled her eyes, and performed a "deadbeat" pose.

Yun Zi'ang almost burst out laughing at her, but quickly composed himself: "What's going on?"

"That guy has a lot of yin energy around him," Xiao Jin said seriously. "It's seriously affecting his health, and he could be in danger at any moment. He might even kick the bucket!"

She spoke with such seriousness, it didn't sound like she was joking at all.

Yun Ziang thought of Sang Dong's icy hands, never expecting it to be this serious.

"Alright! Let's go find him first!" he decided, adding, "Little miss, hold on tight!"

As he spoke, he made a U-turn at the intersection ahead and drove towards Zhouhai District. He didn't forget to send a message to Yun Ziqian, telling him to go home first while he went to take care of some things.

Xiao Jin peered out the car window, holding the little cloth tiger in her arms, its head facing outwards, like a little bodyguard.

If we can find that older brother, we might be able to find out about that big bad guy.

-

Twenty minutes later, the Panamera stopped in an old alley in Zhouhai District.

The alley is narrow, lined with old shops on both sides, selling all sorts of things.

Following the address given by Jiang Wenshi, Yun Ziang found a small shop with a sign that read "Sangji Wood Carving". The roller shutter door was closed and a sign that read "Temporarily Closed" was hanging on it.

"Nobody's here." Yun Ziang knocked on the door, but it was quiet inside.

Xiao Jin peeked through the crack in the door, but couldn't see anything. She could only smell a faint scent of wood mixed with an indescribable bitterness.

"Let's go to his house and take a look." Yun Zi'ang checked the address again and walked deeper into the alley.

Sang Dong's home is on the third floor of an old residential building behind the wood carving shop.

The two climbed up and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.

Just as I was about to go downstairs, the door across the street opened, and an older woman carrying a shopping basket came out.

Yun Zi'ang quickly stepped forward to stop her: "Auntie, hello, do you know where the family across the street went? We need to find Sang Dong urgently."

The older woman sized him up and down, then glanced at Xiao Jin beside him, but didn't seem to be on guard: "Sang Dong? If he's not home, he's either at the shop. If he's not at the shop... then he's most likely at the Zixiang Steamed Bun Shop downstairs. He often hangs out there."

"A steamed bun shop?"

"Yes, it's the one at the alley entrance, the one with the purple sign." The woman pointed in the direction and walked away with her shopping basket.

The two thanked him and immediately headed towards the alley entrance.

Sure enough, after walking a few steps, I saw the sign for Zixiang Steamed Bun Shop. The shop was small but very clean.

It's past breakfast time now, and there aren't many customers in the shop.

Ning Chan was wiping the table when she heard footsteps. She looked up and greeted them with a smile, "Sorry, we're sold out of steamed buns today. Come earlier tomorrow—"

Before he could finish speaking, he recognized who it was.

There was a man and a woman. The man was dressed smartly and clearly wasn't from this area. The woman... was a little girl of about four or five years old.

Yun Zi'ang cut to the chase: "Hello, we're not here to buy steamed buns. Excuse me... do you know Sang Dong?"

Ning Chan's smile vanished instantly, her eyes immediately turning wary: "Who are you? What do you want with him?"

Xiao Jin didn't speak, her small eyes staring intently at Ning Chan's neck.

There hung a red rope there, with a small wooden plaque hanging from it. It was peach-colored and finely carved, and you could feel a faint yang energy from a distance.

"Sister," Xiao Jin suddenly spoke, her voice still childish, "where did you get the Buddha amulet around your neck?"

Ning Chan subconsciously touched the wooden plaque around her neck, but instead of answering, she became even more wary: "Who exactly are you?"

"It was given to you by Brother Sangdong, right?" Xiao Jin tilted her head, looking certain.

Ning Chan didn't speak, but the slight change in her expression said it all.

Xiao Jin's expression suddenly turned serious, her little brows furrowing tightly: "Sister, Brother Sang Dong gave you this amulet, does he still have one himself?"

Ning Chan paused for a moment, then shook her head: "I don't know... there should only be this one."

This is something Sang Dong always wears around his neck. She had seen it before, but he had never taken it off.

He suddenly took it off and threw it to her in the morning.

"We're doomed!" Xiao Jin clapped her hands, her face falling.

Yun Ziang and Ning Chan both looked at her at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Yun Zi'ang asked.

"This amulet is made of century-old peach wood!" Xiao Jin pointed to the amulet around Ning Chan's neck and explained earnestly, "It has a lot of yang energy and is engraved with a protective mantra; it's specifically for saving lives! Brother Sang Dong has a lot of yin energy, and this amulet is what he relies on to suppress it. He gave the amulet to my sister, so he doesn't have one anymore!"

"Without the protection of a Buddha amulet, those evil spirits will soon come after him!"

Yun Zi'ang was taken aback: "Then why doesn't he just make another one himself? Isn't that what he does?"

Xiao Jin shook her head vigorously: "No way! This century-old peach wood is very hard to find, and... even Brother Sang Dong's skill isn't enough to make such a powerful amulet. This must have been left to him by his master."

Ning Chan's face turned pale instantly.

She remembered Sang Dong's unusual behavior this morning, what he had said, and the 100,000 yuan.

It turns out he wasn't just saying it casually.

"What... could happen to him?" Ning Chan's voice trembled slightly.

"We could lose our lives." Xiao Jin said bluntly, without beating around the bush. "Sister, do you know where Brother Sang Dong went? We have to find him quickly, or it will be too late!"

Ning Chan's lips moved slightly, and she stammered, "He said... he went to Fujian."

"Fujiang?" Yun Zi'ang frowned, looking puzzled. "That's not right. Didn't he just come back from Fujiang yesterday? Why is he going there again?"

Yun Ziqian saw Sang Dong in the hospital morgue yesterday, so why did he go back after only one night?

Ning Chan bit her lip, her heart filled with panic and confusion: "He didn't say what he was going to do, just that he had some things to take care of and wouldn't be back for three months..."

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, so she picked up her phone and called Sang Dong.

I called twice in a row, and both times the call was disconnected.