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

She emerged from the drawer with a messy head full of silk scarves, holding something in her hand.

It was a brooch-like ornament, oval in shape, with a heavy, dark gold metal base engraved with intertwined floral patterns.

In the very center is a dark red gem the size of a fingernail, which appears faintly black in the dim light, like a drop of congealed blood.

Kong Zheng stepped forward, took the brooch, and examined it in his palm. When his fingertips touched the gemstone, he clearly felt a chilling aura emanating from his fingertips.

"How did you know it was this?" Kong Zheng asked.

Xiao Jin took another deep breath and pointed to the ruby ​​on the brooch: "Its scent is exactly the same as the thing that's been bothering my sister."

She was referring to the Yin energy.

She climbed out of the pile of clothes, walked up to Kong Zheng, took the brooch back from his hand, and then beckoned to Li Dou: "Bring Xiao Jin's bag."

Li Dou quickly handed over the schoolbag, and Xiao Jin took out a compass from it and placed the brooch in the center of the compass.

She held the compass in both hands, closed her eyes, and uttered a string of extremely light and fast incantations.

The compass needle in the center trembled slightly, then slowly began to rotate, faster and faster, until it suddenly pointed to the northwest.

She opened her eyes and said, "Found it, it's in that direction, follow Xiao Jin."

Kong Zheng glanced down at the direction the compass needle was pointing, then at Xiao Jin, before turning and walking towards the door: "I'll go pack my things, let's go now."

A moment later, the three of them got into a black van arranged by the Lin family.

Kong Zheng sat in the passenger seat, while Xiao Jin and Li Dou sat in the back.

Xiao Jin carried the compass the whole way, the needle always pointing northwest, passing through the city, crossing the ring expressway, and gradually driving into the edge of an old city area.

Following the compass, the driver made several turns and finally stopped at the entrance of a secluded alley.

The alley was too narrow for the car to pass through, so the three of them got out of the car and walked through the alley. Suddenly, a bright and open space appeared before them, with a solitary old house standing at the end of the alley, standing out from the surrounding residential buildings.

The house occupies a considerable area, but it has clearly been abandoned for a long time. The plaque above the gate is half crooked, the gate is tightly closed, and the vermilion paint on the door has peeled off completely, revealing the blackened wood underneath.

The top of the courtyard wall was covered with withered grass, and a few vines hung down from the cracks in the wall, motionless in the windless air.

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the stone steps in front of the door, and there were no footprints in the dust.

Kong Zheng stood in front of the house, looking around at the terrain, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

The house was located at the end of the alley, backed by a low slope covered with miscellaneous trees whose intertwined branches completely blocked out the sky.

To the left is a stagnant ditch, the water of which is black and emits a faint stench of decay.

The old locust tree on the right leaned towards the gate, its canopy almost touching the eaves. He paused for a moment, then spoke:

"The location of this house is very problematic. The mountain behind it is broken and discontinuous, which is a 'severed dragon vein,' cutting off the source of vital energy; the water on the left is stagnant, the locust tree on the right is pressing down on the door, and the alley in front is as narrow as a line. This is called a 'trapped evil formation.'"

"Locust trees are considered yin, and when they are placed under a door, it creates yin energy that oppresses the house. Stagnant water gathers yin energy, and narrow alleys lock in yin energy, so once it enters, it cannot escape. Such places are unsuitable not only for living but also for storing urns containing ashes."

Li Dou stood behind listening, subconsciously touching the Bagua mirror in his pocket, his back already starting to feel cold.

He could vaguely sense that there was something very dangerous inside.

Xiao Jin, carrying the compass, had already reached the front door.

She placed her small hand on the door and gently pushed it. The door wasn't locked and creaked open.

A musty, stale smell wafted from the crack in the door, mixed with a deeper, cold, sweet, fishy odor.

She glanced back at Kong Zheng and Li Dou: "They're here."

After saying that, she hugged the compass, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the courtyard.

Kong Zheng and Li Dou exchanged a glance and followed.

The two began to move as they walked.

Kong Zheng took out two slender, green willow leaves that were wet and wiped his eyebrows, while Li Dou took out cow tears and smeared them on his eyelids.

The front yard was small, paved with blue bricks, and the gaps were filled with withered yellow weeds.

The door to the main hall was ajar, and two carved wooden windows hung crookedly on the window frame, like two withered leaves that might fall at any moment.

As soon as the three of them entered the main hall, the door behind them suddenly slammed shut with a bang.

Li Dou suddenly turned around, and the Bagua mirror in his hand was already half lit up.

Kong Zheng did not turn around. With his right hand, he slowly drew a sword made of five emperor coins from his sleeve. The copper coins struck each other and made a clear and melodious sound, which was particularly crisp in the empty main hall.

"Let's split up and search," Kong Zheng said.

There is a corridor on each side of the main hall leading to the inner room. Light shines through the torn window paper, making the corridors half bright and half dark.

Less than half a minute after the three separated, a muffled thud came from Li Dou's side.

A loose wooden plank suddenly came crashing down on my head without warning.

He dodged to the side, the wooden plank grazing his shoulder as it hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before he could even regain his footing, an old vase at the end of the corridor flew up on its own and came straight at his face.

He raised the Bagua mirror to block, and the vase shattered into several pieces upon hitting the mirror. Before the sound of the shards hitting the ground had even stopped, another loud bang came from behind him, and the door slammed shut behind him.

He rushed over and pulled on the doorknob, but the door didn't budge, as if it were being held firmly down from the other side by an invisible hand.

The corridor on the other side of the corridor was even darker.

As he walked by, old picture frames on the wall fell down one after another, the sound of shattering glass echoing repeatedly in the narrow corridor.

An old photograph floated to his feet. In the photograph, a man in a long robe stared blankly at the camera. Kong Zheng stepped on it and continued walking forward.

His Five Emperors Coin Sword emitted a faint golden light in the darkness. Whenever something attacked him from the shadows, the sword would automatically emit a clear, low hum, repelling the evil spirits.

He was not injured, but his steps were slowed.

Xiao Jin, carrying the compass, followed the direction of the strongest malevolent energy on the brooch and walked to the last room at the end of the corridor.

The door to this room is different from the other doors. The other doors are wooden doors, but this one is an iron door, covered in rust, with iron chains wrapped around the handle.

Several talismans were pasted on the iron chain. The talismans were yellowed and brittle, and the cinnabar characters on them were blurred. They were obviously pasted on a long time ago.

Xiao Jin reached out and tore off the talisman. The iron chain fell to the ground with a crash, creating a loud bang in the quiet, empty house.

The iron gate slid open slowly, revealing a windowless room behind it.

The room was empty except for a grand armchair placed in the center.

A bright red wedding dress was draped over the back of the chair, its hem reaching the ground, embroidered with gold-threaded peonies.

The neckline of the wedding dress was slightly open, as if an unseen person was wearing it.

Beneath the wedding dress, a pair of red embroidered shoes were placed side by side in front of the chair, with the toes pointing directly at the doorway.

Xiao Jin stood at the door, holding the compass, staring at the wedding dress for a few seconds.

The hem of the wedding dress fluttered slightly even though there was no wind.

Then the armchair wobbled slightly backward, as if the person sitting on it had changed their posture. The temperature in the room plummeted in an instant, and Xiao Jin's breath turned into white mist.

"Come out now!" she said to the empty chair.

The neckline of the wedding dress slowly turned around, as if it were looking down at her.

A deep voice came from inside the wedding dress, hoarse and slow, like a rusty knife being sharpened on a stone: "Who are you? How did you find your way here?"

Xiao Jin pulled the compass closer to her chest, looked up at the wedding dress, and said, "Xiao Jin is here to take Sister Lin Yu home."

The wedding dress trembled violently.

The armchair suddenly slid forward an inch, its legs scraping against the concrete floor with a piercing screech.

The voice turned sharp and angry: "She's my wife! I rightfully married her! No one can take her away!"

Xiao Jin put on a stern face: "No way! My sister was fooled by you. She has no idea what a betrothal gift is."

"She accepted it herself! Once she accepted my betrothal gifts, she's my wife!"

The wedding dress suddenly rose from the armchair, spreading out in mid-air, its hem like a giant red cloud covering the entire room.

Two sleeves emerged from beneath the wedding dress, their cuffs empty, yet they reached straight for Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin stood still, her two short legs slightly apart, in a steady horse stance. Then she put the compass on the ground and reached out her little hand to grab the sleeve embroidered with gold thread.

Her small, pink palm was like an iron clamp, squeezing the vengeful ghost into a piercing scream.

Inside the wedding dress, yin energy gathered and condensed into a human shape.

The male ghost had an ugly face, thin limbs, but an unusually large head. It tried desperately to shrink back, but Xiao Jin pulled it down from the air and onto the ground. Then, she clenched her little fist and punched its large head.

The male ghost let out a muffled thud, as if it had been struck in a vital spot.

She clenched her fist and punched him again: "You bad guy!"

Another punch: "You're bullying your sister!"

Another punch: "Let him go!"

The male ghost struggled desperately in her arms, the wedding dress pinned beneath him, completely ruined.

That seemingly soft little hand gripped its own hand tightly like an iron hoop, remaining completely still.

You can't break free, you can't escape.

"What...what are you?!" it screamed in terror, its voice trembling.

Xiao Jin stopped punching, looked down at the male ghost with a ferocious expression beneath her, licked her lips, revealing two small tiger teeth:

"If you don't let them go, Xiao Jin will bite you. Xiao Jin's teeth are really strong; one bite and you'll lose a piece, three bites and you'll be gone. Want to try?"

As she spoke, she lowered her head, opened her small mouth, and moved closer to the male ghost's arm.

The wedding dress let out an unprecedentedly shrill scream, shaking the walls of the entire room.

Just then, the door was kicked open from the outside, and Kong Zheng rushed in wielding the Five Emperors Coins Sword. The sword shimmered with golden light, illuminating half the room.

The male ghost suddenly jerked, and taking advantage of Xiao Jin's momentary distraction, he slipped out of her hand like an eel and transformed into a black shadow, darting towards the roof.

Kong Zheng reacted swiftly, flipping his wrist and sending the Five Emperors Coin Sword flying. It transformed into a golden thread that pierced the roof beam, striking the male ghost squarely.

The 108 copper coins on the sword simultaneously emitted a clear, low hum, and a burst of golden light erupted, pinning the male ghost firmly to the beam.

"Where is Lin Yu?" Kong Zheng stared at the violently struggling black shadow, his voice as cold as ice.

The male ghost writhed in the golden light, letting out a piercing, eerie laugh:

"Where is she? Hahahaha! She's somewhere none of you can find her! She's my wife, and she'll always be my wife!"

Kong Zheng's face darkened, and with a flick of his left hand, another talisman flew out from between his fingers and stuck directly to the neckline of the wedding dress.

The moment the talisman touched the male ghost, it exploded into a blinding white light.

The male ghost let out a heart-wrenching scream and convulsed violently, its sleeves flailing wildly in the air, but the golden light of the Five Emperors' Coins Sword firmly pinned it to the beam, and the yang fire of the talisman crackled and popped as it burned against its yin energy.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the corridor.

Lee Doo-jung was walking cautiously forward when he suddenly noticed a mirror hanging on the wall at the corner at the end of the corridor.

The mirror had an antique design, like a bronze mirror used by wealthy people in ancient times. The frame was carved with intricate intertwined floral patterns, but the mirror surface was not as blurry and yellowish as ordinary bronze mirrors.

In the dim light, the mirror surface gleamed with a faint, cold light, so clear it seemed to draw one's gaze in.

He subconsciously leaned closer, trying to see the patterns on the frame more clearly.

The mirror surface suddenly churned, as if a pebble had been thrown into the water. Before the ripples subsided, a deathly pale face suddenly bulged out of the mirror, almost touching the tip of his nose.

The face was expressionless, the eyes were two dark holes, and the lips were slightly parted, as if saying something.