Little Yanbao held his bracelet up to the sunlight, examining it closely.

She wanted to verify whether it was just her imagination.

This scene caught Li Muchen's eye, and he scoffed, "It's just a broken bracelet! It won't break if you touch it, why are you examining it so carefully?"

As he spoke, he looked down at the wound on his palm, his brow furrowed.

He was certain it wasn't his imagination; he really had been pricked by the bracelet.

Strangely, the bracelet didn't feel like an inanimate object when held in my hand; it felt more like a living thing.

But why...?

Li Muchen looked at Xiao Xinyan with suspicion, feeling that she was even stranger than the bracelet. Why was she able to pick up the bracelet unharmed?

Seemingly sensing Li Muchen's gaze, Xiao Xinyan suddenly turned her head. Caught off guard, their eyes met. The little girl's bright and clear eyes seemed to have the power to see through one's soul.

Li Muchen was startled and quickly looked away.

Damn! He actually got intimidated by a little girl? What a coward!

Meanwhile, on the banks of a river, shrouded in mist, its location obscured.

The surrounding area was a swamp, reeking of decaying blood.

A thin young man stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a wide black robe with an extremely long hem that meandered down like a cloud of black mist spilling onto the ground.

A series of rustling footsteps sounded behind him, and a dark figure hurriedly arrived, kneeling beside him to report:

"Master, something's wrong! The pillar connecting to the Spirit Locking Bracelet has suddenly started to move!"

The young man's face darkened, and his voice became hoarse: "Go and call Granny Yangcha over."

"yes!"

The shadowy figure vanished instantly, and less than half an hour later, it appeared with an elderly woman who looked to be over seventy years old, kneeling before the young man.

"Is that bracelet sealed?"

"Reporting to Lord Chuan, it has been sealed as you instructed, and now it is just an ordinary bracelet that is worthless."

"Oh? Is that so?"

The young man turned around, looking down at the old woman kneeling before him, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then why did the pillar stone move? And why has a portion of the unlucky soul been purified?"

"This...this is impossible!" Granny Yangcha stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Unless one possesses extremely powerful spiritual energy, no one can break my seal!"

"I'm giving you three days to resolve this matter. Either destroy the bracelet or eliminate the person who can activate it. If you can't..."

With a gentle wave of his hand, the dark figure that had been kneeling beside the old woman split apart with a "bang".

Then, it was like a puddle of mud melting into a filthy swamp.

Granny Yang's expression remained unchanged, but her forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat. She lowered her head even further and said in a more respectful voice, "Don't worry, Lord Chuan, this situation will not happen again."

Meanwhile, at the Li family manor, the baby Li Mulang, who was sleeping in a small cradle, suddenly burst into tears.

The crying sounded heart-wrenching...

In an instant, everyone in the Li family was drawn to it.

Little Langbao on the cradle was crying terribly, his eyes tightly closed, his whole body straining, his little legs kicking wildly, and his little arms waving frantically, as if trying to drive something away, his little face turning purple.

He seemed to be using all his strength to wail, crying his heart out, unable to stop.

Zhong Jingyi rushed to her son's side and held him in her arms to comfort him, but it had no effect at all. The little guy continued to cry, and even cried harder.

A mother's heart is connected to her child's; seeing little Lang Bao crying like this, Zhong Jingyi's eyes also reddened with heartache.

"Honey, what should we do? Langbao is crying so hard again." She looked helplessly at Li Qicheng beside her.

Li Qicheng took the baby and held him in his arms to comfort him, but it didn't work.

The little one continued to cry loudly.

The person crying was heartbreaking to everyone present.

The old man of the Li family frowned with heartache for his grandson: "What's wrong with Langbao? Why is he crying so hard?"

The old lady frowned deeply: "Lang Bao'er is crying even harder than usual this time. Could it be because she's not feeling well?"

Li Qirui immediately ordered someone to call the pediatrician who was being cared for at the Li family home. After a thorough examination, it was found that Xiao Langbao's body was fine.

The old man's expression turned extremely serious: "Why is that child crying so heartbreakingly?"

The pediatrician, filled with awe, replied tremblingly, "Perhaps...perhaps the young master is in a bad mood?"

His tone was full of uncertainty. The young master's health was fine, so why was he crying like this? The doctor didn't know either.

"Fool!" Old Master Li scolded anxiously.

He personally went to coax Xiao Langbao, but the little guy struggled desperately in his arms. Instead of being soothed, he cried until his face turned even more purple.

"The child can't keep crying like this! He'll suffocate!" The old lady was also anxious and quickly instructed everyone to find a way to soothe the child.

The little one was crying so hard he was almost suffocating, clearly suffering from oxygen deprivation.

The wailing was deafening, and everyone in the Li family was heartbroken but didn't know what to do.

Everyone took turns trying to coax him, but nothing worked.

Little Langbao had cried until she had no strength left; her small body trembled from sobbing, and the situation looked bad.

Xiao Yanbao felt sorry for her little brother crying so much. She wanted to help, but because everyone was surrounding him, she was too small to see what was wrong with him.

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