On the battlefield where yellow sand flies, the two armies face off, their chariots and horses are imposing, and the war drums are beating.

Her second uncle stood between the two armies, his eyes bloodshot and devoid of emotion, unfocused, silently bowing his head.

The people behind my second uncle quickly retreated; they were clearly people who knew him well, and they made a "shush" gesture to each other.

The people opposite him were cursing his second uncle. Jiutian couldn't understand what they were saying, but judging from their clothes and appearance, they were not from the Central Plains, and their hairstyles were strange.

My second uncle shook his head vigorously, muttered something, and suddenly leaped over faster than a cheetah.

He leaped onto the enemy general's horse in an instant and swiftly pulled the man off the horse.

He grabbed his body violently with one hand and ripped his arm off like a chicken wing with the other, then tossed it aside.

The leader let out a piercing scream, "Ahhh!" and then his head was ripped off.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, heads and limbs flew everywhere.

Many people surrounded and attacked my second uncle, wielding broadswords, spears, and bows and arrows, relentlessly besieging him.

The arrow pierced his chest, but he felt no pain. He grabbed the archer, ripped his arm off, and in a few swift movements, tore the man to pieces.

...

Jiutian cried out in agony in his nightmare.

No matter how she called out, her second uncle couldn't hear her or see her.

My second uncle has become unlike himself; he's become like a madman, like a devil.

His body was covered in blood and arrows.

He was hacked to pieces, his bones exposed...

Jiutian was terrified and cried...and woke up crying.

Xuanling was assigned by Landlord Wang to take care of Jiutian at night. Upon hearing her cry, she immediately turned on the light and shook her awake.

"Jiutian, Jiutian? What's wrong with you?"

Looking at Xuanling in front of him, Jiutian burst into heart-wrenching sobs, crying out, "Second Uncle, Second Uncle..."

Xuanling patted her back and said, "Don't cry, get some sleep, we'll go find your second uncle when it's light, okay?"

How could Jiutian sleep? She counted on her fingers, took out three copper coins, and began to divine. After looking at the hexagram, she started crying again: "Second Uncle..."

In the eyes of the Wang family, she was a little fairy. When she cried like that, Xuanling felt that something terrible must have happened to "Jinyi".

She asked, "Has something happened to the young master in brocade robes?"

Jiutian nodded and then shook his head, crying.

Xuanling asked anxiously, "What do you mean? Is he in an accident or is he alright?"

“Something happened, but she didn’t die…” Jiutian was very sad. She pinched her little finger and cried hard.

My uncle has really turned into a monster.

He really is in trouble, but she can't bring people to rescue him, and she can't let people see that he is a monster.

My uncle is not in mortal danger, but the environment around him is terrible.

what to do?

Jiutian was just a child, still living at the landlord Wang's house, far away from his uncle.

She was afraid of waking up the landlord's family, but she couldn't control her tears and wept silently.

Her master said that she had a very important karmic relationship with her second uncle, and if something happened to her second uncle, she would not be able to overcome her tribulation.

She wiped away her tears and said to Xuanling, "Xuanling, you can go out now. I need to meditate."

Xuanling said anxiously, "Where is the young master in brocade robes? We need to hurry and rescue him! What are you meditating for?"

"I will pray for my uncle. Don't worry, my second uncle will be safe."

Tears still clung to her little face, but she was so sensible and obedient that Xuanling couldn't bear to scold her anymore.

After leaving the room, Xuanling returned to her side room, and her heart began to race again.

Isn't Jiutian a diviner? Since he figured it out, why didn't he send someone to rescue Jinyi?

Unbeknownst to Xuanling, after she left, Jiutian closed the door and began drawing talismans while crying.

"You naughty second uncle, you bad second uncle! You lied to Jiutian saying you were going to see a doctor, but you ran off to the mountains and got into a fight with wild animals. Jiutian is never playing with you again..."

While crying, she bit her finger until it bled, drew a "disaster-relief and amulet" with her hands forming a mudra.

"The Seven True Ones of the Big Dipper, governing all spirits, in the east, west, south, and north, protect and guide our lives... Proclaiming the precious talisman, all saints guard the carriage, granting wishes and responding to utterances, in harmony with the natural way. So be it!"

A divine talisman flew out of the room.

Jiutian collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Xuanling suddenly heard a thud from Jiutian's room. She quickly got up and knocked on the door: "Jiutian, are you alright?"

There was no sound.

"Nine Heavens?"

Still no sound.

Xuanling pushed open the door and entered, only to see Jiutian lying on the ground, unconscious.

Startled, Xuanling quickly went to call Landlord Wang, who then sent someone to fetch a doctor.

The doctor examined Jiutian but couldn't find anything wrong with him.

Thinking that she was with a mentally challenged man and probably wasn't getting enough nutrition, the doctor stroked his beard and said, "This child has poor blood and qi; she's probably not eating well."

Landlord Wang felt extremely ashamed; his great benefactor had actually fainted from hunger, which was a real blow to his heart.

"Starting today, stew a pot of bird's nest for Jiutian every day," Landlord Wang ordered, and also sent a pound of meat to Jiutian and the young master in brocade robes every day.

*

Yin Jin'an woke up after the sun rose.

He was shirtless, yet miraculously, he didn't feel cold.

The bright sunlight shone on my eyelids, making the area outside them appear red.

He sat up, looked around, and found the surroundings completely unfamiliar.

He didn't know where he was.

Not far away, a mountain stream gurgled and flowed, and the sparse birdsong in the forest was also very gentle.

Only when he moved did he realize how weak he was, as if all his strength had been drained.

I don't know where I lost my shoes, but I don't have any deep wounds on my feet or body.

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