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

Yun Ziang turned around abruptly, the beam of light from his phone sweeping towards the iron gate.

A man in his early fifties stood at the door. He was rather thin, wearing a dark blue Chinese-style jacket. His face was sallow, his cheekbones were high, and his eyes were sunken. His eyes gleamed with a cold light in the dim light.

He was carrying a bag, as if he had just come back from outside and chased after the basement door that had been pried open.

Suddenly, a dark figure leaped out from the corner and landed on Li Yifa.

Yun Ziang was startled. Looking at the creature's shape, he assumed it was a pet monkey.

But when the flashlight was shone on that thing, Yun Ziang's head throbbed, and all the color drained from his face.

"Zombies!"

Yun Ziang couldn't stop himself from backing up and almost knocked Xiao Jin down from behind.

Xiao Jin hugged Yun Ziang's leg and said softly, "Grand-nephew, don't be afraid."

Li Yifa's gaze passed over Xiao Jin and landed on Yun Ziang again, clearly regarding Yun Ziang as the mastermind.

After all, no one would be wary of a four-year-old girl.

He looked at Yun Ziang, his eyes changing from cold to sinister: "I was wondering why it came back so quickly, and it even had a talisman on it."

"So it was you who did it. You managed to catch it and even managed to get to my altar."

This was the first time he had ever encountered something like this.

Yun Ziang was completely bewildered; he didn't even understand what was crawling on Li Yifa's shoulder.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin put her hands on her hips, met his gaze without fear, her small face stern, and spoke in a clear and firm voice:

"You're the villain who cast a curse on my nephew!"

"Nephew?" Li Yifa looked at Xiao Jin with a strange expression. "Yun Mingyuan?"

During this period, he only cast a curse on Yun Mingyuan.

Why is this child making such a racket?

Li Yifa sneered, slowly rolling up his sleeves to reveal two forearms covered in old scars. "I don't care where you're from, you've come here to die."

Upon hearing this, Yun Ziang instinctively took a step forward, shielding Xiao Jin behind him.

Although he was genuinely intimidated by this eerie place and the people in front of him, he still steeled himself and stood in front of Xiao Jin, his grip on his phone tightening, his tone feigning nonchalance:

"That old man's got quite the nerve. What can you do to us?"

Do you know who we are?

We live in a society governed by the rule of law. Are we supposed to kill them?

"I don't need to know," Li Yifa interrupted him, her tone indifferent. "All I know is that Yun Mingyuan offended someone he shouldn't have. 'He who takes the money must do the dirty work,' that's the rule of the trade."

"As for you... now that you've barged in, don't expect to get out so easily."

He raised his hand, took the dark black jar from the offering table, held it in his arms, and gently stroked the layers of talismans on the jar with his fingers. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and his voice softened.

"Honey, there's an extra meal today."

Yun Zi'ang felt a chill run down his spine from those words.

Alarm bells rang in his head, and he immediately pulled out his phone to call for help, but the signal bars on the phone screen showed zero.

There is no signal in this basement.

He muttered a curse under his breath, put his phone back in his pocket, and turned to look at Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin looked at the jar, then at the expression on Li Yifa's face, pursed her lips, and a surge of anger welled up in her eyes.

She clenched her small fists, staring intently at this villain who treated human life so lightly.

Xiao Jin did not withdraw.

She took a step forward, looked up and stared directly at Li Yifa, and said, word by word:

"You treat other people's lives like they're nothing, and you've harmed so many people for what's in your jar."

"Xiao Jin isn't leaving today."

"Xiao Jin is staying here, and she's going to tear this place down completely!"

"Grand-nephew," Xiao Jin took off the longevity jade from her neck and stuffed it into Yun Zi'ang's hand, instructing him, "You take the jade and stay to the side. Come over after Xiao Jin has finished dealing with him."

"Alright, alright, little auntie, you can do it!" Yun Zi'ang felt like he had been granted a pardon, and accepted the longevity jade with both hands. "I will be watching closely from the side."

As he spoke, he stepped aside while glaring fiercely at Li Yifa.

Li Yifa was completely taken aback by how things had turned out. He lowered his eyes and looked at the child who was just knee-high in front of him, only then realizing that something was amiss.

Looking at it now, it seems that the child is the one in control between the two.

But... Li Yifa never expected that her opponent would be a four-year-old child.

Xiao Jin glared at Li Yifa menacingly, "This time, Xiao Jin won't let you off like she did last time."

Last time?

Li Yifa frowned. What do you mean, "last time"?

"I'll settle all the scores for you, including my nephew's, Brother Sangdong's, and Yu Ziping's!"

When Li Yifa heard Yu Ziping's name, his expression changed drastically.

"Yu Ziping..." he exclaimed in horror, "That person was you?!"

He actually lost his last magical duel to this four-year-old child in front of him?!

How is that possible!

"Nonsense!" Li Yifa shouted angrily, then reached out and tore all the talismans off the jar.

With the seal gone, wisps of cold, black energy flew out of the jar.

The black mist swirled and condensed in the air, gradually coalescing into the shape of a woman.

She was slender, with long hair cascading down to her ankles, and her face was deathly pale, like white porcelain.

Her eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of pure black pupils without any pupils. She stared at Xiao Jin standing in front of her, and her lips slowly parted to reveal an empty, silent smile.

"Go," Li Yifa said, his voice hoarse and fanatical, as he made a hand seal. "Kill both of them!!"

The female ghost did not move.

She slowly lowered her head, her pure black eyes staring at Xiao Jin for a few seconds. The next second, her figure suddenly exploded, turning into a black shadow and rushing straight towards Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin jumped back a step, reached into her bag, pulled out a palm-sized Bagua mirror, and shone it on the shadowy figure.

The Bagua mirror exploded in the darkness with a golden light. The female ghost was struck by the golden light, let out a shriek, and her figure was abruptly stopped in mid-air, retreating several meters.

Xiao Jin took out another stack of talismans with her left hand and released the three at the same time. The talismans lined up in the air and turned into three lines of fire that flew towards the female ghost.

The female ghost's figure suddenly dispersed, turning into several streams of black energy that passed through the gaps in the talisman and re-condensed behind Xiao Jin. Two pale hands emerged from the black energy, their fingernails growing rapidly at a visible speed, stabbing straight towards Xiao Jin's back.

As if Xiao Jin had eyes in the back of her head, she ducked and dodged, then pulled a peach wood nail from her bag and turned to stab it into the outstretched hand.

The female ghost let out a shrill scream, hissing white smoke rising from her arm, and she was thrown backward, crashing into the offering table, scattering the incense burner and offerings all over the ground.

Li Yifa stood at the door, the confident expression on his face beginning to crumble little by little.

He raised a ghost for ten years, devouring countless lonely souls to reach this level; an ordinary Taoist priest couldn't even withstand a single claw from her.

But this child in front of her injured one of her hands in a single encounter.

How is that possible?

Xiao Jin didn't give the female ghost a chance to breathe. She took out five coins from her bag, and the five copper coins scattered in the air, forming a circle. The golden light illuminated the entire small house.

The female ghost was trapped in the center of the copper coin array. She rushed left and right, but every time she bumped into the area of ​​the copper coins, she was bounced back.

Xiao Jin took out another talisman, stuck it in her palm, recited a short incantation, then gripped the talisman tightly and punched the female ghost.

The female ghost was so struck by the punch that her entire spirit body swayed, she let out a resentful roar, and then slowly collapsed to the ground.

The golden light of the Five Emperors Coins enveloped her. She lay on the ground, her long hair disheveled, her pure black eyes fixed on Xiao Jin, her expression changing from fierce to fearful.

"Impossible...this is impossible!" Li Yifa staggered back a step, his back hitting the door frame, and all the color drained from his face.

He was trembling all over.

His hands were trembling, his lips were trembling, even his voice was trembling, "You, what are you? Ten years... I raised you for ten years! How could you possibly..."

"She's so fierce," Xiao Jin said honestly, straightening her crooked bun.

Li Yifa did not hear those words.

Because Yun Ziang had already reached behind him, raised a wooden stick that he had picked up from the stairwell at some point, aimed it at the back of his neck, and struck him hard with all his might.

Li Yifa groaned, swayed twice, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Yun Ziang threw away the wooden stick, dusted off his hands, raised his chin at Xiao Jin, and gave her a look of self-satisfaction:

"Little miss, did you see that? One hit and he collapsed without even reacting. How about a compliment?"

"Grand-nephew, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yifa, who was lying on the ground, suddenly moved.

Instead of getting up, he took advantage of the moment when the two were talking, grabbed the dark black jar from the ground, and slammed it hard against the opposite shelf with his last bit of strength.

The jar hit the edge of the shelf and shattered into countless pieces, breaking several jars on the shelf.

The sealed talisman paper was shaken open, and the ink lines broke.

Eerie laughter, shrill cries, and low sobs emanated from the jar, and then one after another, twisted black shadows crawled out of the shattered jar.