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

"Oh," Xiao Jin tilted her head, "She didn't answer the phone."

Ning Chan's eyes were filled with anxiety as she dialed again, "Where did they go...?"

Xiao Jin blinked, looked away, raised her little hand, and tapped her thumb on her other fingers a few times.

After a moment, Xiao Jin sighed heavily: "The chances of survival are slim."

She calculated that once Sang Dong left, he would probably never return.

Ning Chan was completely panicked; her fingers were trembling, and her mind was filled with the words Sang Dong had said that morning.

"Should we call the police now?" she said in a panic.

"Hey, calm down." Yun Ziang reached out and pressed her hand down. "The police won't file a missing person case just because they can't reach a living person by phone. They have to be out of contact for at least 24 hours. Sang Dong is a grown adult in his twenties. It's perfectly normal for him to go out on his own."

Ning Chan's lips turned white, and she stood frozen in place.

Yun Ziang released his grip, glanced at her, then looked at the Buddhist amulet around her neck, and couldn't help but ask, "What exactly is your relationship with Sang Dong?"

Ning Chan stammered out two words, "Friend."

Yun Zi'ang raised an eyebrow. "Would an ordinary friend give you their life-saving gear? I bet it's your boyfriend."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ning Chan blushed, both angry and anxious, and glared at him.

Xiao Jin had no interest in listening to their bickering. Her brows were furrowed tightly, and her thumb rapidly tapped between her other four fingers. After calculating for a while, she finally sighed.

"Brother Sangdong didn't go to Fujiang."

"Didn't go?" Yun Ziang and Ning Chan looked at her at the same time.

"Yes, the divination shows he went north." Xiao Jin looked up at him with a serious expression. "He went to... settle some unresolved grudges."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on Ning Chan's face, scrutinizing her carefully for a few seconds, before she suddenly asked, "Sister, how did you meet Brother Sang Dong?"

Ning Chan bit her lip, looked away, and remained silent.

This is a scar in her heart, and also in Sang Dong's. Over the years, she has rarely mentioned it to outsiders.

"Sister, don't be afraid," Xiao Jin said softly, her childish voice carrying a reassuring strength. "Xiao Jin is here to save Brother Sang Dong. Although he did something wrong, he still has merit on him, and Xiao Jin won't let him die."

Yun Zi'ang added from the side, "Even if you don't tell me, I can still find out. It's just... it'll take some time to investigate, and I don't know if Sang Dong will be able to wait until then."

Ning Chan's body trembled slightly.

She remained silent for a long time, so long that Yun Ziang thought she wouldn't speak again, before he heard her speak softly, her voice as light as if covered by a layer of dust.

"A few years ago, my parents brought my younger brother and sister and me to Beijing to work. We rented a house, which was a bungalow belonging to Sang Dong's family."

"Later...one night the house caught fire."

Her voice paused, and her eyes reddened: "My parents and my little sister all perished in that fire. Only my brother and I were rescued."

Yun Ziang was stunned, and the teasing look on his face vanished instantly.

"How did the fire start?" he asked.

Ning Chan gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her voice hoarse: "It was Sang Dong's father. He got drunk and sneaked into the house in the middle of the night. I don't know how he started a fire. The door lock was broken, and we couldn't open it no matter what we did. The fire truck was even blocking the alley entrance."

"Later, he realized he had committed a serious crime and, fearing imprisonment, ran away. On his way, he was hit by a car and killed."

The shop was quiet, with only Ning Chan's slightly trembling voice.

"Over the years, Sang Dong has been giving us money on behalf of his father to treat my brother's burns, and he also provided the capital to open the shop. He said... he owes us."

Yun Ziang opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

He never imagined that this would lead to such a huge case involving a life.

Xiao Jin frowned and pressed on, "Sister, when did the fire happen?"

Ning Chan thought for a moment: "June 15th. I remember it very clearly, it was the fifteenth of that day, and the moon was exceptionally round."

"June 15th..." Xiao Jin muttered to herself, her brows furrowing even more, as if something was amiss.

She then asked, "When did Brother Sangdong's father die?"

Ning Chan paused for a moment, then tried hard to recall: "It seems like... it was a few days after the fire? I can't remember exactly, but it was probably around this time."

"Could he have gone to pay respects to his father?" Yun Ziang guessed. "After all, he was his biological father, and his death anniversary is approaching, so it's normal for him to visit his grave."

Ning Chan immediately shook her head: "No, Sang Dong never goes to pay respects to his father."

"He seems to have a bad relationship with his father; he never mentions his parents."

Xiao Jin's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Really?" She leaned forward, her little eyes sparkling. "Brother Sangdong really hates his dad?"

Ning Chan nodded, somewhat bewildered: "Hmm... I guess so."

"I don't know the specifics, and he has never talked about family matters, nor do I ask."

"Over the years, I haven't seen him go to pay respects to anyone."

Yun Ziang took a deep breath and sighed, "It's time to use some technological means."

"Give me Sang Dong's number."

Ning Chan hesitated for a moment and glanced at Yun Zi'ang. Before she could speak, Yun Zi'ang suddenly remembered something and said, "No need, I've already had someone find out his phone number."

Yun Ziang sent a message to Jiang Wenshi, asking him to help locate Sang Dong's position.

At this moment, Xiao Jin tugged at Yun Ziang's sleeve, "I want to see photos of Sang Dong and his father."

Yun Ziang casually ruffled Xiao Jin's hair and readily agreed, "Okay."

Now that we've confirmed that the person is Sang Dong, finding him will be much easier.

After sending the message to Jiang Wenshi, Yun Ziang looked down at Xiao Jin and asked, "Shall we go?"

"Mmm," Xiao Jin nodded, "Let's go."

There's no way to get any more information here.

"Wait," Ning Chan called out to them, her expression worried, "Will Sang Dong be alright?"

Xiao Jin looked up at Ning Chan, a hint of childlike helplessness in her eyes, and shook her head: "I don't know."

"Xiao Jin will try her best."

She dared not make such a confident promise as before.

Xiao Jin waved, "Bye-bye, sister."

Yun Ziang took Xiao Jin's hand and walked out of the store.

Unable to find Sang Dong immediately, Yun Zi'ang had no choice but to take Xiao Jin home first.

After washing up, the two had a hearty lunch.

Perhaps because she had something on her mind, Xiao Jin didn't enjoy the meal very much.

It wasn't until after 2 p.m. that Jiang Wenshi finally sent over the materials.

Yun Ziang clicked on the photos, and the first one was Sang Dong's ID photo.

The young man had delicate features and a straight nose. Although his complexion was somewhat cold, his eyes were bright and clear, clearly indicating that he was a man of action.

"Oh?" Yun Zi'ang was taken aback. "This kid's eyesight is fine? So he's pretending to be blind?"

Xiao Jin tugged at his hand and leaned closer to look. She frowned slightly, first looking at Sang Youqiang's photo, then at Sang Dong's, comparing them several times.

"It's not an act." She shook her head, pointing her little finger to Sang Dong's eyes in the photo. "Look here, the corners of his eyes are bluish, and there are broken lines on the bridge of his nose. He must have injured his eyes later to go blind, not because he was born that way."

As she spoke, she pointed to Sang Youqiang's photo, her face full of disgust: "This is a bad person. Look at his thick, messy eyebrows, protruding brow bones, triangular eyes, and exposed cheekbones. He must have a really bad temper, loves to drink and gamble, and would even hit people."

"And he's bad luck with his son," Xiao Jin said, counting on her fingers. "His Sun and Moon corners are crooked, and his Children Palace is sunken in, so he has a weak connection with his son and might even harm his own child."

Yun Zi'ang was stunned: "So accurate? What about Sang Dong?"

"Brother Sangdong is so pitiful." Xiaojin looked at the photo, her voice softening. "Look at his narrow forehead. He had a very hard childhood. His mother passed away a long time ago, and his father didn't love him. He often had injuries on his body."

"And here," she pointed to Sang Dong's chin in the photo, "his chin is very pointed. He was very poor when he was young and couldn't afford to go to school. He had to earn money to support himself at a very young age."

"And," she paused, looking at Sang Youqiang and then at Sang Dong, "the two of them are incompatible. The father brings misfortune to the son, and the son brings misfortune to the father; when they're together, something bad is bound to happen."

Yun Zi'ang felt a chill run down his spine.

This is too incredible. How can someone say so much just from two photos?

Xiao Jin didn't continue. She stared at Sang Youqiang's fierce-looking face and muttered, "Bad people are bad when they're alive, and when they die and become ghosts, they'll only be bad ghosts."

"What do you mean?" Yun Ziang had just asked when his phone vibrated again.

This is a supplementary message sent by Jiang Wenshi.

He clicked on it and his expression changed instantly.

"Holy crap..."

"What's wrong?" Xiao Jin looked up at him.

Yun Ziang stared at the screen, his voice a little strained: "It wasn't an accidental fire. My friend pulled up the files from back then; Sang Youqiang deliberately set the fire."

He asked himself, answering his own question with a puzzled look, "Why? To take revenge on society?"

He scrolled down, looking at the words below, his expression instantly becoming very complicated. "He wanted to burn his own son alive."

"Huh?" Xiao Jin was stunned.

"That day, Sang Youqiang had been drinking and went to the school to ask Sang Dong for money. Sang Dong beat him up, and he held a grudge. In the middle of the night, he sneaked into his own bungalow, thinking that Sang Dong was sleeping inside, so he poured gasoline on it, set it on fire, and locked the door from the outside." Yun Ziang read the message aloud, finding it increasingly outrageous. "He had no idea that Sang Dong had already rented out the house and was living in the school dormitory himself."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Yun Ziang put down his phone, and it took him a long time to recover.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs.

This father actually wanted to burn his own son to death just because he was beaten by his son?

"No wonder..." Xiao Jin suddenly realized and clapped her hands.

"No wonder what?"

"No wonder Brother Sang Dong has such a heavy aura of yin energy!" Xiao Jin frowned, analyzing earnestly, "I used to think it was because he made too many harmful magical artifacts, but now I know... he's being haunted by a vengeful ghost!"

"His father died with such deep resentment, and he hated Brother Sangdong the most. He definitely wouldn't let him go even after he died."

"Having clung to him for so many years, Brother Sangdong's life force has been drained away, so of course his yin energy is heavy!"

"Brother Sangdong used to have a life-saving amulet, which could suppress some of the negative effects, but now he doesn't have the amulet anymore..."

"Then they're doomed!" Yun Ziang added.