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

Xiao Jin tugged at Yun Ziang's sleeve and whispered, "Grand-nephew, that person is leaving."

Yun Ziang snapped out of his daze of looking at "his own corpse" and followed Xiao Jin's gaze.

Against the flow of panicked people, a figure wearing a baseball cap was walking unhurriedly towards the edge of the parking lot.

Wearing a gray jacket, of medium build, his gait was steady, unlike that of a spectator who had just witnessed a track accident.

Normal people would either push forward to watch the spectacle or retreat to avoid the dust and smoke, but he remained neither alarmed nor curious, as if he already knew what was going to happen.

"Let's go." Yun Ziang tucked Xiao Jin into his arms, pulled his hat brim down, and chased after them against the flow of people.

The man walked slowly, but his route was clear. He didn't head towards the main parking area, but instead walked along the wire fence surrounding the track towards a weed-covered embankment.

A black SUV was parked on the earthen slope, its body covered in mud, and its license plate was half-obscured by the bushes on the slope.

Yun Ziang did not get too close.

He hid behind a thick sycamore tree, put Xiao Jin down, and took out his phone to point at the SUV.

The man opened the car door, paused suddenly before getting in, as if sensing something, and glanced slightly behind him.

Yun Ziang subconsciously shrank back, his heart pounding.

But the man didn't notice him; he simply pulled down the brim of his baseball cap, climbed into the driver's seat, and started the engine.

The black SUV drove away from the small road on the other side of the earthen slope, bypassing the club gate and merging directly into the provincial highway at the foot of the mountain.

Yun Ziang took a picture of the license plate number and zoomed in to look at it—a local license plate, ending in 37, with a faint scratch on the car body near the right rear door.

Xiao Jin stood on tiptoe to look at the departing taillights. "They've gone far away."

"It's alright." Yun Ziang put his phone away, his voice already calm. "We have the license plate number, we can find it. There are more than a dozen traffic cameras around the Nanshan racetrack, he can't escape."

Xiao Jin nodded without saying anything more.

Yun Ziang turned his head to look in the direction of the racetrack.

The smoke and dust had mostly dissipated, and the red and blue lights of the ambulance flickered in the hazy sky.

Several rescuers wearing fluorescent vests were lifting a stretcher onto a vehicle. The person on the stretcher had one hand hanging out, and the fingers were still twitching slightly.

"Qiu An... Little Miss, should we go to the hospital first?" Yun Ziang bent down and picked up Xiao Jin again, his voice hoarser than he had expected. "I want to go see Qiu An first."

Xiao Jin thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

The ambulance has already left.

Yun Ziang carried Xiao Jin and ran back to the parking lot, started the car, and followed the navigation to the nearest hospital.

On the way, he called the club and, posing as "Yun Ziang's friend," asked which hospital the ambulance was taking him to.

The staff member on the other end of the phone was still trembling. After giving the name of the hospital, they said, "Brother Yun is seriously injured and has lost a lot of blood."

Yun Ziang tightened his grip on the steering wheel, gave a reply, and hung up.

When we arrived at the hospital, the emergency room was in chaos. Nurses were pushing trolleys around, and some lightly injured people brought in from the racetrack were sitting in the corridor waiting to be bandaged.

Yun Ziang led Xiao Jin through the crowd and saw a nurse pushing a stretcher out of the emergency room toward the elevator.

He took two steps and finally caught up with the stretcher at the elevator entrance.

Then he saw Qiu An.

Qiu An lay on the stretcher, still resembling Yun Ziang.

The face that looked exactly like his was now completely bloodless. Although the wound on his forehead had been bandaged, the blood seeping out had stained a large area of ​​the gauze red.

The black clothes were cut open, revealing a white lining covered in blood, some on the forehead, and others on other parts of the body.

The blanket was pulled up to his chest, and one hand hung over the edge of the bed, with dust and debris still clinging to his fingertips.

Yun Ziang stood rooted to the spot, his feet seemingly nailed to the ground.

He looked at the face that was exactly like his own, at the blood and ash on it, and at the motionless body.

Even though he knew perfectly well that the person lying there was Qiu An, a great demon who had lived for hundreds of years, the stinky fox who had coldly complained about his inability to read the list last night, he still felt something blocking his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

That face is his.

That match belonged to him.

That rock should have hit him.

The nurse pressed the elevator button, and the elevator doors closed.

Yun Zi'ang stood stunned at the elevator door, his Adam's apple bobbing several times before he finally asked in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Jin... will he be alright?"

Xiao Jin stood beside him, her eyes showing a hint of doubt, as if she didn't understand why Yun Ziang would ask such a question. She looked up at Yun Ziang and said, "No, that's not true."

Her tone was very confident: "Qiu An is very powerful. He has lived for many, many years, even longer than my great-great-great-grandfather. This little pebble can't kill him."

Yun Ziang looked down at her.

Xiao Jin blinked and added, "Fox spirits are incredibly tough, tougher than Xiao Jin's head."

Yun Ziang twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh, but couldn't manage to.

He took Xiao Jin's hand and got into the elevator next to him. He leaned against the elevator wall, letting out a long sigh.

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor with a ding.

The nurse pushed the stretcher out, and the operating room lights were on at the end of the corridor.

Yun Ziang and Xiao Jin could only sit on a bench in the corridor and wait.

The corridor smelled strongly of disinfectant, and one of the overhead fluorescent lights was flickering and making a faint buzzing sound.

Yun Ziang sat on the bench, his elbows propped on his knees, his fingers interlaced and pressed against his forehead, his eyes closed, motionless.

Xiao Jin sat quietly to the side, swinging her legs, and held a lollipop in her hand, which was given to her by the nurse at the registration desk.

She popped the lollipop into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out slightly.

Yun Zi'ang suddenly spoke, his voice muffled: "Xiao Jin, is this... the end? The straw doll is broken."

Xiao Jin, with a lollipop in her mouth, looked up at the clock hanging on the wall in the corridor.

Then she shook her head: "The day isn't over yet."

Yun Zi'ang's heart jumped.

He straightened up, turned to look at Xiao Jin, his expression extremely tense: "What do you mean? Is there some other unexpected event? What else might happen? The straw man is broken, so we've already survived the ordeal, haven't we?"

Xiao Jin took the lollipop out of her mouth, licked her lips, and said seriously, "The fiercest attack has passed."

"But that doesn't mean this ordeal is over."

"My master said that fate is like a huge, overwhelming hand. When it comes down on you, you may think you've escaped, but you're still in its palm."

"You can't dodge it, you can't avoid it, you can only fight back with all your might, and as for the rest... it's up to fate whether it will let you go."

Yun Ziang looked at her without replying, his face clearly saying, "Are you sure?"

Seeing this, Xiao Jin gently touched Yun Ziang's tightly clenched hand with her small hand: "Grand-nephew, don't be afraid, Xiao Jin is here."

"Xiao Jin will help you fight back!"

When she said this, her voice was soft, and her clear eyes quietly fell on him.

When Yun Ziang was looked at by those eyes, the panic and fear that had been stuck in his chest since the slope collapsed suddenly seemed to lighten a little.

Xiao Jin tilted her head, then, as if remembering something, added earnestly, "But nephew, you must be a good person in the future, do more good deeds, and accumulate merit. The more merit you accumulate, the more blessings you will have, and the more blessings you have, the less likely bad things will find you."

Looking at Xiao Jin's earnest little face, Yun Zi'ang remained silent for a moment before solemnly nodding: "I swear that I will do more good deeds, help others, be brave and righteous, respect the elderly and care for the young, protect animals, not litter, not run red lights, and not make loud noises in public places..."

"Alright, alright," Xiao Jin's eyes started rolling around from his nagging, and she waved her little hand, "Your vow is too long, even the gods would get sleepy if they heard it."

Yun Zi'ang awkwardly shut his mouth.

After a while, the operating room lights finally went out.

The door opened, and the doctor came out, removing his mask. His expression wasn't particularly grave. He spoke to the club staff waiting in front:

"The injured person is out of danger and needs to be transferred to the intensive care unit for observation for a few days."

"But to be honest, his physical condition is the best I've ever seen. It's a miracle he survived that kind of impact; his physical indicators are even better than the average person's."

Upon hearing the words "out of danger" from afar, Yun Ziang's legs went weak, and he sat back down on the bench.

A nurse pushed a stretcher out, and Qiu An was taken to the intensive care unit at the end of the corridor.

He was still unconscious, but his complexion was much better than when he was brought in.

On that face that looked exactly like his, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he wasn't too happy even in his dream.

Xiao Jin tiptoed and peeked at the intensive care unit from the armrest of the bench, then sat back down, crunching her lollipop.

At this moment, Yun Ziang leaned limply against the back of his chair, looking up at the flickering fluorescent light on the ceiling, his mind filled with only one thought:

Thank you, Qiu An.