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

He told Yun Mingyuan one by one how Xiao Jin summoned Liu Kaile's soul back, how she identified the wanted criminal on the racetrack, how she silenced a room full of masters in the Lin family's reception room and even casually predicted that Xu Si would be cheated on.

After listening, Yun Mingyuan remained silent for a long time, his gaze falling on Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin was sitting on a chair next to him, holding a big apple. Her two short legs were dangling in the air, her cheeks were bulging, and she was eating it with great concentration. Apple juice was dripping down her chin. She looked nothing like the peerless master that Yun Ziang had described.

Yun Mingyuan didn't say anything, but just sighed softly.

Yun Ziang checked the time, stood up and threw the apple core that Xiao Jin had finished eating into the trash can, then took a wet wipe and wiped her hands: "Dad, Xiao Jin hasn't had dinner yet."

Yun Mingyuan immediately frowned: "You haven't eaten yet, so late? What kind of grand-nephew are you? Hurry up and go. There's a cafeteria downstairs at the hospital. They should still have something to sell. Go check."

Yun Ziang took Xiao Jin to the cafeteria for dinner. When they returned, he planned to stay at the hospital with her, but Yun Mingyuan scolded him and drove him away.

The next morning, the two carried hot soy milk and steamed buns they had bought from a breakfast stall near the hospital entrance upstairs. Just as they reached the ward door, they heard Yun Mingyuan's voice coming through the crack in the door, strong and clear, tinged with obvious impatience:

"I told you I wanted to be discharged, and then the construction site called again, saying there's been another accident! Are you my assistant or my nanny? Get my discharge papers done!"

The door was pulled open from the inside, and Zhang Ting stood in the doorway with a troubled look on her face. When she saw Yun Ziang and Xiao Jin, her eyes were filled with the words "Our savior has arrived."

Yun Zi'ang placed the steamed buns on the bedside table, shoved the soy milk into Yun Mingyuan's hand, and pressed him back onto the bed: "Dad, you should rest well. Just let Zhang Ting go and take a look."

Yun Mingyuan held a glass of soy milk in his right hand, his brows furrowed deeply: "This isn't the first time. This is the fourth accident at the construction site this month."

"The first time was when the tower crane cable broke, the second time was when the scaffolding collapsed, the third time was when the concrete mixer overturned for no reason, and yesterday that bundle of steel bars slipped off the crane. You do the math, four times in one month. Is that normal?"

He paused, his voice turning serious, "I went to the construction site yesterday because these things have been happening far too frequently; I wanted to see for myself."

Xiao Jin and Yun Ziang both sensed something was wrong.

Four accidents in one month is an absurdly high frequency.

Yun Zi'ang put down his soy milk cup and said seriously, "Dad, your arm is in a cast, you can't do much there. I'll take Xiao Jin to see a doctor."

Xiao Jin nodded and added in her childish voice, "Nephew Mingyuan needs to rest well. Xiao Jin and my grand-nephew will go and look after him."

Yun Mingyuan sighed deeply, looked at his left arm hanging in a sling, then at Xiao Jin and Yun Ziang, and finally relented.

He turned to Zhang Ting and said, "Take them to the construction site and follow them the whole time. Call me immediately if anything happens."

"Yes, Mr. Yun," Zhang Ting replied.

Zhang Ting drove the two of them to the Yun's construction site in Nanhai City.

The construction site is located in the newly planned development zone of Nanhai City, surrounded by a commercial complex under construction. Yunshi is responsible for building the tallest office building in the complex.

Before the car even entered the construction site gate, Xiao Jin glanced out the window and frowned.

After the car came to a stop, she jumped out of the back seat, stood at the entrance of the construction site, looked around, looked up at the main building that had already been built more than ten stories high, then looked down at the exposed reinforced concrete ground beneath her feet. She paused for a long time, then suddenly spoke:

"The feng shui of Mingyuan's nephew's construction site is seriously problematic."

Xiao Jin stood at the entrance of the construction site, looking up and around, her brows furrowed tightly.

She stretched out her short fingers, pointing from left to right and then from right to left, muttering incantations.

"The main gate of the construction site is located in the southwest Kun position, and the main building is located in the northeast Gen position. Kun represents earth and Gen represents mountain. Originally, it was a pattern of earth generating metal and mountain hiding metal."

"Building a house on this kind of land ensures a stable foundation and attracts wealth. It may not be extremely prosperous, but at least it's stable and won't cause any major problems."

As she spoke, she suddenly pointed to the garden being planted in front of the construction site, "But they dug a pond in the northwest Qian position and built a rockery in the due west Dui position."

"Qian represents heaven and metal, and Dui represents lake and also metal. Artificial mountains and stagnant water are blocking the double metal positions."

"Gold is born from earth but has nowhere to go; it's all stuck in the throat. This is what is meant by 'golden house hiding evil.'"

"People living in this kind of layout are restless, have many dreams, and suffer from insomnia; buildings constructed on this kind of land experience delays and constant accidents. My nephew Mingyuan had four accidents in one month at his construction site, and it's all because of this feng shui."

After listening, Yun Ziang looked at the garden that was only half planted with trees with a complicated expression, then looked at Xiao Jin. He was about to speak when he noticed that Xiao Jin did not stop.

She tilted her head back, her gaze passing over the tower cranes and scaffolding, fixed on the sky above the construction site, her eyes unblinking.

"It's not just feng shui." Her voice suddenly softened, taking on a serious tone. "Someone buried something bad at the construction site."

Yun Zi'ang followed her gaze and looked up at the sky, but saw nothing.

But he has learned not to ask "How did you figure that out?" in such situations, but to ask directly, "What was buried?"

Xiao Jin blinked, her pupils reflecting the lingering black mist above the construction site:

"Xiao Jin doesn't know yet. However, that black aura is coming from the southeast corner, let's go take a look."

Standing to the side, Zhang Ting's initial confusion had turned into a look of tension.

Although he didn't understand anything about the Kun and Gen positions or the hidden evil spirits in the golden house, it was a fact that there were four accidents at the construction site in a month, and every word Xiao Jin had just said sent chills down his spine.

"The construction site has stopped now," he said, quickly catching up and lowering his voice unconsciously. "After the worker was injured, the safety supervision department came to inspect, but they haven't found the cause of the accident yet, but all operations have been stopped."

Xiao Jin has already entered the construction site.

She walked around the steel bars and sand piled up at the edge of the field and headed straight for the southeast corner.

The helmet swayed precariously on her head, and Yun Ziang followed behind her, occasionally reaching out to help her steady it.

Zhang Ting followed behind, carrying the first aid kit, her safety shoes crunching on the gravel.

In the southeast corner of the construction site was a temporary storage area, where dismantled scaffolding fasteners and several bundles of excess steel bars were piled up.

The ground was covered with a layer of compacted gravel, and the surface looked no different from any other corner.

Xiao Jin stopped at the edge of the area, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, like a small hound that had caught the scent of its prey, she walked half a circle along the gravel ground. Suddenly, she stopped next to a pile of fasteners, squatted down, and stretched out her little hands to start digging at the gravel on the ground.

Yun Ziang quickly stepped forward to help, squatting down to pry away the rubble piece by piece, revealing the compacted soil underneath.

"Here, dig here," Xiao Jin said, pointing to the ground.

Zhang Ting grabbed an entrenching tool from the side, and after a few shovelfuls, the tip struck a hard object, producing a dull metallic clang.

He squatted down and used his hands to remove the loose soil, pulling out a heavy little package wrapped tightly in oilcloth from the pit.

The oilcloth was wrapped with several layers of hemp rope, and there were seven knots tied on the rope, each knot spaced exactly the same.

Yun Ziang's expression instantly darkened.

It's no accident that something like this was buried on the construction site.

Zhang Ting's hands trembled slightly as he placed the oilcloth bundle on the ground, grabbed a tool, cut the hemp rope, and peeled off the oilcloth layer by layer.

Inside the package were seven rusty iron nails, each about the length of a finger, covered in rust and engraved with twisted symbols.

A small tuft of dry black hair and a small piece of dark red cloth were sandwiched between the nails. The cloth was black in the sunlight, like old bloodstains.

At the very bottom was a half-burnt yellow talisman paper. The remaining characters were blurry, but the remaining cinnabar patterns could be vaguely discerned as some kind of suppressing evil talisman.

"What... what is this...?" Zhang Ting's voice changed.

"Ah...it's the Seven Star Soul-Nailing Array." Xiao Jin looked down at the seven iron nails on the ground, her face unusually devoid of a smile. "These iron nails are coffin nails, nailed into the coffins of the deceased for forty-nine days, absorbing the corpse's energy and resentment."

"The hair and cloth belong to the person who was nailed to the ground and soaked in blood, which is equivalent to nailing a person's life force to this spot."

"This formation, buried here, is a Seven Star Killing Formation, specifically designed to destroy vital energy. For as long as it's buried here, problems will plague the construction site!"

"It seems that all those recent events weren't accidents, but rather the bloodthirsty evil energy attracted by this formation! Damn it!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her small hand and gently waved it over the seven rusty iron nails.

The invisible black mist in the air seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, suddenly contracted, and then turned into a wisp of extremely thin black smoke, which she inhaled into her palm.

The jade pendant on his chest glowed slightly, its warm luster flashing and disappearing in an instant.

Yun Ziang squatted by the pit, staring at the pile of things on the ground for a long time. His expression changed from shock to gloom, and finally settled on a coldness he had expected:

"Four accidents in one month, it's no coincidence."

Xiao Jin fell silent.

She stared at the remaining cinnabar patterns on the half-burnt yellow talisman paper, then leaned closer to smell the scent of the iron nail, her little brows furrowing more and more tightly.

She recognized the technique of drawing the talisman very well. The starting stroke of the talisman head, the force of the turning point, and the return stroke at the end were all exactly the same as the evil array she had discovered in the Yun family villa.

And the stench in that black mist was exactly the same as what she smelled in the villa.

It's the same person.

The person who set up the evil array in the Yun family villa and the person who buried the Seven Star Soul Nail Array at the construction site are the same person.

Xiao Jin clenched her little fists, her expression becoming more serious than ever before.

This person not only wants the Yun family to die, but also wants the Yun family's company to be ruined!

She needs to quickly find the person hiding in the shadows.

The sooner the better.

She rewrapped the oilcloth, stuffed the entire package into her small cloth bag, stood up, and dusted off her hands.

Yun Ziang lifted her away from the pit, letting Zhang Ting fill the soil back in, then pointed to the garden that was only half-planted, his tone somewhat worried:

"What about the feng shui? The garden is already half-planted; we can't just ask them to uproot all the trees and replant them, can we?"

Xiao Jin tilted her head and thought for a moment, then held up three short fingers.

She pointed to the artificial hill in the west-facing position and said, "The artificial hill cannot be demolished, as it would disturb the foundation. Plant a grove of bamboo next to it. Bamboo grows quickly, and its pointed leaves can dissipate negative energy, making it gentler than a mountain made of stones."

"Place a six-story stone pagoda behind the artificial hill. Six stories belong to the Qian trigram, which generates water with metal, thus drawing the blocked metal energy into the pond."

"The artificial mountain itself is also rounded, and the shape of the mountain is based on the Gen trigram. Gen represents a mountain, and a mountain that hides gold without revealing it can turn misfortune into wealth."

She then pointed to the pool in the northwest Qian position: "The pool cannot be filled in, but a layer of black pebbles can be laid at the bottom."

"Black belongs to water, and pebbles belong to earth. Water is stored in earth, and stored water becomes deep, and deep water can hold water."

"Add a low, curved wall behind the pond, like a screen. The curve belongs to the wood element, and wood drains water energy, dissipating excess negative energy; the low wall itself can also hold in the metal energy, preventing wealth from leaking out."

"The shoreline of the pond is based on the Xun trigram, which represents wind and entry, drawing air into the pond without blocking or overflowing."

She finally pointed to the southwest corner of the construction site gate and the entire construction site fence:

"The most important thing is that the air must be able to move. Right now, the construction site fences are too dense, so the air can't circulate after it comes in; it's all stuck on the foundation of the main building."

"Open a side door in the southeast corner. It doesn't need to be big, just enough to let the wind enter from the southeast and exit from the northwest. This way, the metal energy will have a way out, the evil energy will naturally dissipate, and the vital energy on the construction site can circulate."

She clapped her hands. "Okay, now that it's changed, the original 'golden house hides evil' has become 'metal and water generate each other, and one gains wealth by relying on the mountain'."