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

Lanting Hotel, Shanghai.

Liu Kaile stared at the disconnected phone, his expression extremely complex. "This is truly unbelievable."

"What's going on here?"

"Where am I supposed to find that fake Yun Ziang?"

Liu Kaile made a complaint, then got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom.

He was completely baffled. The person last night was clearly Yun Ziang, so how could it not be?

Liu Kaile stood in front of the mirror, turned on the tap, washed his face, and looked up at the mirror. In an instant, his face turned deathly pale, his hair stood on end, and he screamed in shock:

"ah--"

In the mirror, he saw a woman in red, with thin cheeks, a pale face, and empty eyes, staring straight at him.

Liu Kaile felt his heart stop beating in fright. He turned around abruptly, only to find that there was nothing behind him. When he looked in the mirror, he saw only himself reflected there.

It was as if that moment just now was a hallucination.

Liu Kaile felt a chill run down his spine. He staggered out of the bathroom, grabbed his clothes from the bed, and dressed as he ran out.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Help! Help!"

Running into the hallway, Liu Kaile grabbed a cleaning lady at random. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he cried out in a panic, "A ghost...your hotel is haunted, ma'am!"

The cleaning lady withdrew her hand, glanced at him from head to toe, her eyes filled with a hint of disdain, as if to say, "This guy must have mental problems," and muttered to herself:

"So young and already learning bad things, talking nonsense."

She pushed her cleaning cart away, completely ignoring him.

Liu Kaile didn't care whether others believed him or not; cold sweat soaked his shirt, and his mind was filled with the pale, ghostly face in the mirror.

He stumbled to the elevator entrance and frantically pressed the down button, his fingertips trembling.

With a "ding," the elevator doors slowly opened. The elevator was empty, illuminated only by a stark white light.

Liu Kaile rushed in and frantically pressed the button on the first floor, his fingers trembling as he pressed it several times.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and the small space instantly fell silent, with only the soft hum of the elevator running.

He leaned against the elevator wall, catching his breath. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he caught a glimpse of a red hem of clothing reflected on the elevator's mirrored wall.

Liu Kaile felt his blood run cold instantly.

He stiffly raised his head and looked at the mirror.

The woman in red stood right next to him, her face extremely close. Her skin was almost cracked, her eyes were empty, and a strange smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she stared straight at him.

"ah--!!"

Liu Kaile let out a shrill scream and tried to hide in a corner, but the elevator was only so big, and there was nowhere to retreat.

He watched as the female ghost slowly approached, the surroundings as cold as an ice cellar, almost freezing the blood in his body.

Liu Kaile couldn't bear the sudden darkness before his eyes, his legs went weak, and he collapsed in the elevator, unconscious.

Meanwhile, in the rest area of ​​the Shanghai Racing Club, Qiu An leaned against the window, holding his phone to his ear.

The call was from Xiao Jin, whose soft, childlike voice came through the receiver.

"An'an, how's it going on your end? Have you spotted any bad guys?"

"They haven't shown themselves yet." Qiu An tapped his fingertip on the windowsill, his gaze sweeping over the small groups of club members chatting not far away. His voice was low. "I went to scout out the track today, and I had a feeling someone was watching me from the shadows. It's probably someone from within the club, but we haven't found out exactly who it is yet."

"Oh, I see..." Xiao Jin's voice was a little dejected, but she quickly perked up. "Then be careful, don't get caught."

"Don't worry, no one will see through me," Qiu An said calmly, then paused and asked, "What about Yun Zi'ang? Is he behaving himself?"

"Zi'ang's grand-nephew fainted." Xiao Jin's tone was a little helpless. "He was watching someone catch a mistress at the hotel when he was hit on the head by a flying electric kettle. He's in the hospital now."

Qiu An's lips twitched violently, and he remained speechless for a long time.

Two seconds later, he chuckled, "Just as he would have done. Why bother getting involved when you have nothing better to do? It's good that you're unconscious; you should stay in the hospital and not run around causing trouble."

"Hehe, I think so too." Xiao Jin chuckled twice, then became serious again. "I'll start making the straw doll today, and I'll definitely send it to you the day after tomorrow. By the way, An'an, when exactly is the competition?"

"The time is the same as you calculated, starting at Shenshi, which is 3:30 PM," Qiu An replied. "Just leave the straw man in my rest room then, no need to show your face, so as not to attract attention."

"Okay, I got it." Xiao Jin replied crisply, "I'll thank you on behalf of my great-nephew Zi'ang."

Qiu Anhun said nonchalantly, "No need, I owe him anyway."

After Qiu An finished speaking, he suddenly paused for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "Xiao Jin, do you know anything about Ouija boards?"

"Ouija board?" Xiao Jin was taken aback for a moment, then explained, "I know, it's a type of spirit writing."

"Most of them are wandering ghosts lingering in the human world. They don't have much magical power. They just rely on the living person's thoughts and yang energy when they ask for a writing brush. They attach themselves to the brush, speak according to the person's thoughts, and trick them out of some luck and essence."

She paused, then added, "These kinds of ghosts generally don't actively harm people, but if someone is filled with resentment, or if the person who invites them has a weak birth chart or bad luck, they are easily haunted."

"At best, you'll experience bad luck and mental confusion; at worst, your life force will be drained, and you might even lose your life. What's wrong, An'an? Has someone offended the Ouija board?"

"Nobody, just an idiot." Qiu An pictured Liu Kaile's face in his mind, and said in a calm tone, "Keep an eye on Yun Zi'ang. He's nearing his death, his luck is low, and he's most likely to attract these filthy things. Don't let him run around lately, especially at night."

"Okay, okay! I know!" Xiao Jin replied earnestly, "I'll keep a close eye on my great-nephew!"

"Okay, I'll hang up now. Contact me if anything comes up." Qiu An said and hung up the phone.

-

Late at night, in a hospital ward.

Yun Ziang slowly woke up, his head buzzing with pain, and the wound between his eyebrows throbbing with pain.

He remembered everything!

The spell Qiu An used to block his memories was shattered by the electric kettle.

Qiu An is a fox demon, and his death is imminent. His recent string of misfortunes is all because his calamity has arrived, and there is someone of unknown origin secretly plotting to kill him.

He propped himself up and sat up, looking around. The ward was empty; there wasn't even a caregiver in sight.

"Holy crap..."

Yun Ziang's face turned pale instantly.

"My little aunt! I'm looking for my little aunt!"

He shakily climbed out of bed and rushed out the door before he could even properly put on his shoes.

The hospital corridor was lit by a stark white light. The long passageway was empty, and the echoing footsteps grew increasingly eerie with each step.

"No, it's just a hospital, what's there to be afraid of..."

He tried to bolster his courage, but his voice was trembling. The further he walked, the colder he felt down his spine, as if something was following him.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the end of the corridor out of the corner of his eye.

It was an old man wearing a hospital gown, his back to him, his body hunched over.

Hearing his footsteps, the old man slowly turned around, raised his hand, and gently beckoned to him.

The corridor light flickered.

The old man's face was hidden in the shadows, his features obscured, only his waving hand was visible, as white as paper.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!!"

Yun Zi'ang was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He let out a howl, covered his head, and squatted in the corner, closing his eyes and burying his head, muttering to himself:

"Demons and monsters, get out of here! Demons and monsters, get out of here! I don't taste good! My flesh is sour! Go find someone else! Go find someone else!"

He crouched in the corner, trembling, not even daring to look up, his mind filled with only one thought:

Why isn't your little aunt coming to save him yet?!

The sound of nurses' footsteps came from the other end of the corridor. Their white coats swept across the floor, carrying a faint smell of disinfectant.

"Uncle Zhang, what brings you here?" The nurse stepped forward and helped the old man in the hospital gown, her tone helpless. "You just had surgery and shouldn't be running around. Your family has been looking for you for a long time."

The old man scratched his head, his voice hoarse: "Couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk. The corridor light keeps flickering; I was thinking of waving it over to call someone to fix it."

"I'll help you back. Just press the call button if you need anything." The nurse helped the old man slowly walk back, and the two figures gradually turned into the ward area. From beginning to end, they didn't even glance at Yun Ziang, who was huddled in the corner.

Not long after the two left, Yun Ziqian returned with Xiao Jin, who had just finished her late-night snack.

"You can't eat any more today," Yun Ziqian said seriously.

"Okay, okay!" Xiao Jin readily agreed, secretly thinking to herself that in just another hour, the day would be over.

We can continue eating it tomorrow!

As the two walked toward the ward, Yun Ziqian immediately spotted a figure crouching in the corner.

He squinted, and just by looking at the back of the exposed head, he recognized the person as Yun Ziang.

Yun Ziqian's lips twitched: "What kind of performance art are you putting on, squatting there in the middle of the night?"

Xiao Jin followed Yun Ziqian's gaze and was taken aback. "Is that Zi'ang's great-nephew?"

She jogged over, reached out a soft, warm little hand, and gently touched the back of his head, asking softly, "Zi'ang, my grand-nephew? What are you doing squatting here?"

"A ghost!!"

Unexpectedly, Yun Ziang let out a loud cry and jumped up as if he had been scalded by boiling water, then rushed forward without even daring to look back.

"stop."

Yun Ziqian's voice was not loud, but it carried a strong sense of intimidation.

Yun Ziang abruptly stopped and stiffly turned around.

Under the corridor lights, Yun Ziqian stood there carrying a bag of late-night snacks, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Yun Ziang, what's gotten into you in the middle of the night?"

Little Jin beside him looked up at him with her big, dark eyes full of curiosity.

Upon seeing who it was, Yun Ziang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, sank back into his stomach with a thud, followed by a surge of grievance.

He rushed over in two strides, then slid to his knees in front of Xiao Jin with a thud, grabbed her little legs, buried his head in her knees, and wailed as if he had suffered a great injustice:

"My dear little miss! You've finally arrived! I almost didn't get to see you again!"

"This hospital is haunted! An old man waved at me just now, but I couldn't even see his face clearly!"

He was crying and snotting through his mouth, talking incoherently, his hand still tightly gripping Xiao Jin's clothes, as if afraid that if he let go, she would be gone.

Xiao Jin was so tightly held in his arms that she could barely stand. She reached out and held his head, comforting him softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Xiao Jin is here."

Yun Ziqian stood to the side, watching his cousin's pathetic state, and scoffed, "Pathetic. That was a hospitalized patient; the nurse just helped him away. How old are you? Still afraid of this?"

"How would I know!" Yun Ziang looked up, his eyes red-rimmed. "The corridor lights were flickering in the middle of the night, and he was standing there waving. Wouldn't you be scared if you were in his shoes?"

As he spoke, he moved closer to Xiao Jin, like a giant pendant: "Little Miss, I won't stay alone anymore, I'll go with you. Wherever you go, I'll go. I'm entrusting my life to you."