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

Lin's father's eyes reddened, and his voice trembled slightly: "I was so scared these past few days... You have no idea, Dad almost thought you..."

He couldn't continue, so he lowered his head and gripped his daughter's hand tightly.

After Lin Yu calmed down a bit, Kong Zheng asked, "Miss Lin, did you go to that old house on Haitang Street? Why did you go there?"

Lin Yu leaned against the headboard, her eyes still somewhat unfocused, but she was already able to recall fragments of her memories.

Her voice was hoarse and weak, and she had to pause after every few words: "It's a group... someone in the group organized it. They said that the old house was very famous. It was the private residence of a wealthy family in the late Qing Dynasty, but the family later fell into decline and it became deserted."

"Several people in the group have been there and said it's very exciting. So I went with them."

"After I came back, I started having nightmares."

"Every night I dream of the same man, wearing a long robe, standing by my bed, not saying a word, just looking at me."

"Later I discovered that the brooch I had seen in the old house was actually in my drawer."

"I clearly did not take it. I only saw it on the altar in the old house, thought it was pretty, picked it up and looked at it for a moment before putting it down."

"I never brought it back."

Her voice began to tremble, tears welled in her eyes, and the fear on her face was real and sharp: "I threw the brooch away. I threw it in the trash can, in the outside trash can. But the next morning, it was back in the drawer."

"I threw it away again, this time into the garbage station at the entrance of the community, and it was still there the next day. No matter how I throw it away, it always comes back."

After listening, Xiao Jin reached out and touched Lin Yu's hair with her small palm, saying softly:

"Don't be afraid, sister. We've chased that bad guy away. He'll never come looking for you again."

Lin Yu stared blankly at the little girl in front of her, who wasn't even as tall as the edge of the bed, and tears suddenly streamed down her face.

After Lin Yu calmed down a bit, Kong Zheng spoke again: "Miss Lin, could I take a look at that group you mentioned?"

Lin Yu nodded, gesturing for her father to take her phone from the bedside table.

Her fingers were still trembling, and it took her several tries to unlock the screen, open the group chat, and hand the phone to Kong Zheng.

Kong Zheng took the phone, but instead of immediately looking at the chat history, he first went into the group member list, took screenshots of both the member list and the group owner's profile, and then scrolled up to look at the recent activity notifications. The activity notifications used cryptic language, superficially just mentioning "adventure check-ins" and "paranormal experiences," but the locations involved were extremely wide-ranging and the frequency was unusually high.

After reading it, he returned the phone to Lin Yu and said calmly, "Ms. Lin, could you please send me the group owner's WeChat ID?"

Lin Yu nodded and forwarded the group owner's business card to him.

Kong Zheng put away his phone and didn't ask any further questions.

Although Lin Yu's condition is much better than before, her soul has just returned to its place and she still needs a lot of rest.

The three of them left the room and gently closed the door behind them.

Upon reaching the second floor, Xiao Jin immediately spotted Yun Ziang sprawled on the sofa. Yun Ziang was listlessly scrolling through his phone, while Liu Kaile beside him was already dozing off against the sofa armrest.

Upon hearing footsteps, Yun Zi'ang immediately looked up, sprang up from the sofa, and strode over to greet her: "Little Miss! You've finally come down! Do you know how long I've been sitting here? My butt's gone numb!"

Xiao Jin looked up at him and said, "My dear grand-nephew, you've finished what you were doing. Your sister is awake now."

Kong Zheng suddenly spoke, his tone solemn: "Young Master, may I ask your honorable name?"

Xiao Jin turned her head and blinked: "My name is Yun Fengjin."

"Yun Fengjin," Kong Zheng read the name aloud, then took out his phone. "Could we exchange contact information? I might need to consult him if I encounter any tricky situations in the future."

Li Dou had been waiting for a while, and seeing that Kong Zheng had spoken first, he quickly took out his phone and handed it forward: "Me too! Little Master, I wanted your number last time."

Xiao Jin nodded, raised her wrist to show her watch: "Okay, you guys can add Xiao Jin's watch."

Kong Zheng and Li Dou scanned the QR code on the watch one after the other.

After Kong Zheng finished adding the comment, he looked up at Yun Ziang and said, "Mr. Yun, would you mind adding one as well, just in case?"

Yun Ziang readily took out his phone and showed the QR code. Li Dou stood next to him for a moment, then reluctantly scanned it as well.

Then they prepared to part ways. Kong Zheng would stay at the Lin family's house for a few more days, while the other four were about to leave. As they were walking downstairs, they heard hurried footsteps behind them.

Butler Qin caught up, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, clearly having run all the way here.

He first bowed deeply to Xiao Jin, then straightened up, his tone respectful and solemn:

"Young master, the Lin family is extremely grateful for what happened today. Chairman Lin is upstairs with Miss Lin and cannot come down in person, so he asked me to convey his thanks."

He pulled a notepad and a pen from his pocket and handed them over with both hands. "Could you please provide a bank account for receiving payments, young master? The Lin family will certainly ensure you are satisfied with your payment."

Xiao Jin blinked and said seriously, "Eighty-eight pieces of calming and spirit-stabilizing talisman paper."

Butler Qin paused, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

He looked up at Xiao Jin, then at Yun Ziang beside him, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly smiled.

It was the kind of unexpected, amusing laugh mixed with a touch of helpless sigh.

Yun Ziang took the paper and pen, left a bank account number, and said with a proud look, "My little aunt doesn't covet money."

He put the notepad and pen into his pocket, bowed slightly, and said, "Don't worry, young master, the Lin family will offer you a reward that will satisfy you."

When we left the Lin family's house, it was already completely dark.

Li Dou said goodbye to the three at the door. When he left, he didn't bicker with Yun Ziang, which was rare. He just nodded to Xiao Jin and said, "See you again if fate allows," before carrying his bag and walking along the dimly lit old street.

Liu Kaile drove the two to dinner. Xiao Jin was dozing off in the back seat with her little backpack. When they arrived at the restaurant, she turned on automatically as soon as she smelled the aroma. She ate most of the dishes on the table by herself, attracting frequent glances from the guests at the next table.

While they were eating, Yun Ziang's phone rang.

He looked down and saw it was Yun Ziqian.

Before he could even speak, Yun Ziqian's voice came through, a few beats faster than usual: "Dad had an accident in Nanhai City, he's in the hospital."

Yun Zi'ang's chopsticks froze in mid-air: "What happened? Is it serious?"

"It shouldn't be too serious," Yun Ziqian paused, "He was accidentally injured while inspecting the construction site, but the specific details are still unclear."

"If you don't have anything else to do, fly to Nanhai City and take a look. I have business to attend to, so I won't be going back with you."

Yun Ziang responded, hung up the phone, looked down and swiped his phone to cancel his flight back to Beijing, and rebooked a flight to Nanhai City.

He briefly explained the situation to Xiao Jin and Liu Kaile. Xiao Jin swallowed the braised pork in her mouth and nodded: "Then let's go see nephew Mingyuan."

Without saying a word, Liu Kaile drove the two back to their hotel to pack their things after dinner, and then took them directly to the airport.

At the security checkpoint, Liu Kaile scratched the back of his head and said, "Be careful on the road!"

He watched their figures disappear at the end of the security checkpoint before turning and leaving.

Yun Ziang and Xiao Jin arrived in Nanhai City in the evening.

Nanhai City is much hotter than Shanghai City. The night wind carries a damp, salty smell, and the palm trees outside the airport cast long shadows under the streetlights.

The two took a taxi straight to the hospital and found the orthopedic ward on the sixth floor according to the ward number sent by Yun Ziqian.

Yun Ziang pushed open the ward door. The VIP room was brightly lit, and a middle-aged man in his early fifties was half-lying on the bed by the window.

Yun Mingyuan was wearing a loose hospital gown, with his left arm in a cast and slinged across his chest.

The monitor by the bed beeped, but the numbers on the screen remained stable. Although he was injured, he seemed to be in good spirits, using his uninjured right hand to hold the remote control and change channels on the TV.

"Wow, you're still going strong for your age!" Yun Zi'ang chuckled as he entered. "I heard you were gesturing with the steel bars on the construction site?"

Yun Mingyuan turned his head, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and shouted in a loud voice, "Get lost! You don't say anything nice as soon as you walk in the door."

His gaze passed over Yun Ziang and landed on Xiao Jin. His expression immediately softened, and his voice became gentler. "Xiao Jin, you came all this way so late. Are you tired from the journey?"

Xiao Jin peeked out from behind Yun Zi'ang, walked to the bedside, stood on tiptoe to look at Yun Mingyuan's arm in a cast, and said earnestly:

"Mingyuan, nephew, were you injured while saving someone?"

Yun Mingyuan remained silent for a moment.

Zhang Ting, his assistant, answered for him: "At the time, a bundle of steel bars slipped off the crane at the construction site. A young worker was standing nearby. Boss Yun rushed over and pushed the man away, but he didn't have time to dodge himself."

"Saving people is a good thing." Xiao Jin looked up at him and said earnestly, "When my nephew Mingyuan isn't angry, he's a good person."

Yun Mingyuan was taken aback by those words, glaring at Yun Ziang who was trying not to laugh, his intention to change the subject very clear: "And you? Instead of staying in Beijing, what are you doing in Shanghai? You're always doing nothing productive, running around like this. When your brother was your age, he was already managing two branch companies..."

"Stop, stop," Yun Ziang raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Dad, I'm not neglecting my duties right now."

"In just the last two days in Shanghai, I made almost a million yuan with my aunt."

Yun Mingyuan's brows furrowed even deeper. His gaze shifted from Yun Ziang's face to Xiao Jin, then back again: "What do you mean?"

Yun Ziang dragged a chair to the edge of the bed and sat down. He took out his phone and began to show his phone: "Liu Kaile's family initially paid a thank-you gift of 88,000 yuan, and later added another 288,000 yuan."

"The Lin family is even more ruthless; they transferred 600,000 yuan directly."

"To be honest with you, this was all because they insisted on fortifying it. I've pushed it several times already."

"My great-aunt's standard price is 88 yuan for talismans, 200 yuan for summoning spirits, and a maximum of 300 yuan for the whole package, but she couldn't resist the fact that people insisted on paying more."