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

Xiao Jin's ears perked up.

The menu in her hand slowly slid down, revealing a pair of dark, bright eyes that were staring intently at the table next to her, looking over the top of the menu.

She looked the girl up and down; she was clean and tidy, not at all like the three filthy creatures she had seen, not even a trace of malevolent energy.

The man in the floral shirt was still enthusiastically promoting his religious service package when he suddenly felt someone tug at the corner of his shirt.

He looked down and saw a little girl with her hair in a bun standing by his desk, looking up at the slip of paper with the number eight written on it.

The little girl was exquisitely beautiful and looked harmless.

Xiao Jin tilted her head and blinked her eyes: "Uncle, you've got the birth chart wrong."

"The young lady's birth chart is Jiawu, not Jiazi."

"If it's Jiazi, it should be Zi water sitting on the day branch, while Jiawu should be Wu fire sitting on the day branch—a whole different earthly branch. You even got the Bazi chart wrong, how dare you say someone has something unclean on them?"

The man in the floral shirt stiffened, glanced instinctively at the note in his hand, then quickly crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, sternly reprimanding:

"Where did this kid come from? Don't talk nonsense if you don't know! How old are you? Do you even know what 'eight characters' are? Go away, go play somewhere else!"

Xiao Jin remained calm and composed, her voice clear and crisp: "I know."

"This young lady's birth chart is Jiawu, with Jia wood sitting on Wu fire. The fire is strong and burns the wood, indicating that she has indeed been experiencing bad luck recently. Nothing she does goes smoothly, and her heartbreak, unemployment, and family members' poor health are all due to this reason."

"But it's not because she's unlucky; it's because the year's unlucky star is inauspicious, causing her fortune to decline. After this week, her luck will turn around, and next week she'll have a benefactor to help her, and good news will come!"

The woman in the floral shirt felt a pang of unease when she realized the woman could actually give a coherent explanation, but she maintained her composure and sneered, "A calamity curse? A calamity curse in one's fate means bloodshed. You think just bad luck is the end of it?"

"Her birth chart contains the Kui Gang star, which means a woman with this star in her chart will definitely have a broken marriage and will bring misfortune to her parents. These are things that can be predicted with absolute certainty. What do you, a little girl, know?"

Xiao Jin blinked, her tone innocent yet earnest: "Uncle, only the four day pillars of Gengxu, Gengchen, Renchen, and Wuxu are called Kui Gang. My sister's day pillar is Jiawu, which isn't a Kui Gang day at all. How could she have a Kui Gang destiny?"

Xu Cai couldn't help but whisper in response:

"Yes, I was born in the Year of the Tiger, and my birthday is in the summer, not in the winter as you mentioned."

Although she doesn't understand the Eight Characters (Ba Zi), she still remembers her zodiac sign and birthday clearly.

The floral shirt was blocked from both sides by the two men, his lips moved slightly, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But he was, after all, a seasoned veteran of the martial world, and his expression only froze for a moment before returning to normal. He snorted coldly and changed direction to continue his attack: "Fine, even if Kui Gang is wrong, there's no doubt that she's wrapped in something!"

"I've been in this business for over twenty years, and I can tell at a glance that she had at least three people following her! Her face is definitely haunted by ghosts! Did you have a nightmare last night? Did you dream that someone was standing by your bed?"

Xu Cai's face was pale, her fingers gripping the hem of her denim jacket tightly, her voice trembling: "I...I had a nightmare, but..."

Seeing that the girl in the floral shirt was so stubborn, Xiao Jin snorted and, hands on her hips, asked, "Uncle, you said that the young lady has three dirty things on her body. Well, Xiao Jin would like to ask you, can you tell me where those three things are?"

"The top of the head? The shoulders? Or the bottom? What does it look like? What clothes is it wearing? Is it male or female? You can see three already, so you must be able to see these too, right?"

The man in the floral shirt opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Several diners at the next table had already put down their chopsticks, all staring at him, waiting for him to speak. Sweat trickled down his temples from his forehead, where he was wearing a floral shirt.

Xiao Jin waited a few seconds, and seeing that he didn't speak, she shook her head and sighed in a childish voice:

"Uncle, you even got the Bazi chart wrong, you misidentified Kui Gang, and now you can't even tell me where the dirty stuff is."

You're lying.

"You, you little brat..." The woman in the floral shirt was furious and stood up abruptly, the chair leg scraping against the tiled floor with a piercing screech.

He reached out to grab Xiao Jin's arm, but before his hand even touched her sleeve, a slender arm reached out from the side and twisted his wrist perfectly.

The man in the floral shirt winced in pain and turned around to see a young man standing behind him.

The man was wearing a simple white T-shirt, with a loose smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes, but the force in his hands was not light.

The thumb was positioned precisely at the most vulnerable point of his wrist joint; a slight twist would render his entire arm powerless.

"Master," Yun Zi'ang said casually, twisting his wrist, "It's one thing to cheat people out of money, but hitting a child is going too far, isn't it?"

He applied more force, and the man in the floral shirt winced in pain as he was half-lifted and half-pushed off his seat.

Yun Ziang shook off his hand, pulled a tissue from the table to wipe his fingers, and then looked down at him.

The man in the floral shirt clutched his wrist and stumbled back two steps, his face alternating between pale and flushed. He uttered a defiant but ultimately weak remark: "You just wait."

Then, looking rather dejected, he grabbed his briefcase from the table and ran away.

A burst of laughter erupted from the diners at the nearby tables; some clapped, while others gave Xiao Jin a thumbs-up.

Xu Cai sat in the chair in a daze, looking at Xiao Jin and then at Yun Ziang, as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.

Xiao Jin walked up to her, put away her previous confrontational attitude, took out a neatly folded amulet from her pocket, and placed it on the table.

Her short fingers pressed against the talisman paper, making the paper appear much larger.

"Don't be afraid, sister. What that bad uncle said was all a lie. You don't have any ghosts or anything dirty on you."

Her voice softened, no longer as rapid-fire as before, "You're just having a run of bad luck lately, with a year of misfortune in your life, nothing you do goes smoothly."

"So this is why you recently experienced a breakup, lost your job, and your family members are in poor health."

Xu Cai looked at Xiao Jin in astonishment. How did this child know all this?!

Even the girl in the floral shirt only knew about her breakup.

Before Xu Cai could react, Xiao Jin continued:

"But don't be sad, it will pass quickly. Your fortune will turn around after this week. You have the Heavenly Nobleman in your month pillar, and a benefactor will soon appear to help you."

"Here's a talisman for you. Stick it by your bedside and recite 'Dispel bad luck and welcome good fortune' a few times before you go to sleep. Good things will happen next week."

Xu Cai looked at the amulet on the table. It was made of yellow paper and cinnabar, folded neatly, with no creases.

She looked again at the little girl in front of her, who was not even as tall as her waist, with two round little pigtails and bright, clear eyes.

Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes, not from fear, but from a feeling of grievance and bitterness.

These days she's been so anxious she can't sleep at night, constantly feeling like her life is just too bad.

Her parents' illness almost overwhelmed her.

Hearing these comforting words now, I felt a sense of relief, as if I could see some hope.

She dabbed her eyes with a tissue, her voice still trembling slightly: "Really? Will my luck really change?"

"Really! If you're having bad luck, come find Xiao Jin!" Xiao Jin patted her chest and assured her.

Xu Cai was amused and said, "Thank you, little one."

She picked up the talisman on the table and hesitated, "How much does this talisman cost?"

Xiao Jin held up a short finger and said in a childish voice, "Eighty-eight talismans."

"Eighty-eight yuan?" Xu Cai was stunned for a moment.

That floral shirt they just mentioned cost 6,800 yuan, and that was after the discount.

This little girl only costs eighty-eight?

She wiped away her tears, took two hundred yuan from her bag, put it in an empty envelope on the table, and handed it to Xiao Jin. She then bent down and looked at her earnestly.

"Thank you, young master."

"The rest is a small token of my appreciation; please have some candy."

Yun Ziang, watching from the side, couldn't help but say, "That charlatan was a complete fraud."

"You weren't scammed, were you?"

Xu Cai looked embarrassed. "I transferred three thousand to him."

He said it would cost three thousand for a fortune telling.

Yun Zi'ang's eyes widened upon hearing this. "What does he even know?! You should call the police and bring him back!"

Xu Cai nodded repeatedly, "I'll go to the police station to report it right now."

"Go quickly." Yun Ziang waved.

Xu Cai picked up her bag, thanked Xiao Jin again, and then left.

Xiao Jin felt the warmth emanating from the jade pendant on her chest, and contentedly sat back down to wait for the meal to begin.

After dinner, Yun Ziang drove Xiao Jin back to the hospital.

The afternoon sun in Nanhai City shone through the car window onto Xiao Jin's face. She leaned against the child safety seat, her head drooping down little by little.

Yun Ziang glanced at her in the rearview mirror and turned the air conditioner fan speed down.

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The two arrived at the hospital and went up to the sixth floor. When they opened the ward door, Yun Mingyuan was leaning against the bed watching TV.

He had his left arm slinged across his chest and his right hand holding a remote control, tuning to the news channel to watch the midday financial segment.

"You're back?" Yun Mingyuan glanced at the two of them, placed the remote control on the bedside table, and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten, Dad," Yun Ziang stuffed his car keys into his pocket, pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, placing the lunchbox on the table. "I brought you food."

Xiao Jin walked to the bedside and was about to climb up as usual when a little hand was already on the edge of the bed and her short legs were raised, ready to climb up.

Then she stopped.

She looked up at Yun Mingyuan's face.

The expression on his face was relaxed and full of energy.

But in Xiao Jin's eyes, Yun Mingyuan's entire face had changed.

A very faint black mist floated on his forehead, like a very thin black line that ran from the center of his brow through his forehead and extended all the way to his hairline, the color becoming darker as it went inwards.

Several grayish-white spots appeared on the whites of his eyes, distributed along the edge of the whites below the pupils. If you didn't look closely, you would mistake them for ordinary pterygium.

These are the "dead man spots" that are unique to people who have been cursed!

Xiao Jin was so shocked that her mouth dropped open. She raised her hand to rub her eyes and looked at Yun Mingyuan again.

The bridge of the nose is dark, the life palace is pierced by a black line, and the illness palace and wealth palace are both gray, which are ominous signs that disaster is imminent and life hangs by a thread.

The person who descended not only wanted his life, but also wanted him to suffer greatly before that.

"Grand-nephew." Her voice was soft and urgent as she tugged at Yun Ziang's sleeve.

Yun Ziang bent down and put his ear close to her mouth.

Xiao Jin's voice was very low, warm and damp:

"My nephew Mingyuan has been cursed!"