When he looked closely, he saw only a few dead leaves swirling in the wind.

…

At exactly eight o'clock that evening, in Han Jingchen's study.

The silver key in his hand suddenly became so hot that he almost let go.

At the same time, the family crest on the cover of the genealogy began to ooze out dark red blood, slowly interweaving into a pattern of nine stars in a row.

Han Jingchen endured the burning pain and inserted the key into the keyhole of the family tree with trembling hands.

“Click—”

A soft sound.

The family tree that had been sealed for many years was finally slowly unfolded.

On the yellowed paper, the ink is still clear:

"During the Xuanhui era, the ancestors of the Han and Shi clans joined forces to kill the sorcerer Jiuchen. Jiuchen swore a curse in his blood before dying: Han will not receive what he desires, and Shi will kill what he loves..."

The handwriting suddenly became blurred at this point, as if it had been soaked in water.

Han Jingchen hurriedly wanted to turn to the next page, but the entire family tree slammed shut with a "snap".

He tried again without giving up, but found that the entire family tree was stuck as if by invisible glue, and no matter how hard he tried, it would not budge at all.

Outside the window, the night wind suddenly rises.

The branches and leaves of the old locust tree swayed wildly in the moonlight, gradually outlining the silhouette of a woman.

The most horrifying thing was that the shadow slowly raised its hand.

Her slender fingers pointed directly at the silver key in his hand.

…

Kangrui Hospital VIP ward.

Shi Heng had just walked to the bedside when his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

"Boss, it's an emergency."

Sim's voice came from the receiver, "Mu Xuewei and Chu Beiyuan were kidnapped during their escort. Renault is investigating on the scene."