Seeing that it was already dark outside, Qin Xiaoyu was about to leave. She was going to Aunt Wang's house, so she had no choice but to reluctantly hand her younger sister over to Hanhan.

This time, she was careful when she went out. She changed out of her usual clothes and put on an old set of work clothes. Then she put on the green rubber raincoat that her cousin had given her. With the rain hat pulled low, she looked like a thin woman. No one would give her a second glance, let alone imagine that she was the glamorous Principal Qin.

Qin Xiaoyu had only heard Master Wang mention the location of Aunt Wang's house during a casual conversation, so she was a little confused when she suddenly came looking for it.

She asked her way through the alley until it was completely dark, finally finding a small, dark door deep inside the alley.

She knocked heavily for a long time before an old voice came from inside: "Coming. It's raining, and I didn't hear anyone."

She followed Aunt Wang into the inner room.

The strong smell of incense was pungent. In the dimly lit room, talismans and paper images of deities in black and yellow were hanging everywhere. Qin Xiaoyu suddenly realized that Granny Wang could not only read palms and tell fortunes, but she was a shaman, a kind of shaman.

Aunt Wang was only focused on the large bag in Qin Xiaoyu's hand. To her, the real stuff was inside. She had never seen anyone carry it in and out again. If someone wanted to carry it out, they would just step over her.

It wasn't until Qin Xiaoyu peeled off the last layer of armor that Aunt Wang recognized her and couldn't help but gasp.

"I told you, Qi Si, that shrew, was brilliant all his life, but he capsized in a woman's ditch. You think he's unlucky enough? What are you doing here?" Aunt Wang's words were like a heavy slap to Qin Xiaoyu's face.

"Yes, I've implicated Fourth Brother, I know that." Qin Xiaoyu lowered her head, put the bag in her hand on the kang (a heated brick bed), and opened it.

"What's this for? Is it to buy peace of mind?" Aunt Wang's dark, thin hand reached into the bag, rummaged around in it, and she knew what was going on.

"No, I'm also trying to get my brother out, but my abilities are limited. Please help me send these in, Auntie, so my brother can suffer less." Qin Xiaoyu couldn't continue, biting her lip and holding back her tears.

"Sigh, people." Aunt Wang jumped onto the kang (a heated brick bed), sat cross-legged, and gestured towards the edge of the kang to signal Qin Xiaoyu to sit down.

A large, fat black cat stood up on the kang (a heated brick bed), stretched, and slowly walked past her, its tail gently brushing against her as it passed. Grandma Wang reached out and touched it; its fur was smooth and lustrous.

"Auntie, I'm sorry to trouble you, but I can't find anyone else to help me. I'm afraid that if I go by myself, I'll cause him even more trouble," Qin Xiaoyu said humbly as she sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

“When I went to see that brat, he told me, ‘Auntie, go see Xiaoyu. She’s in a bad situation. Can you give her some advice?’ I told him, ‘You’re already waiting for someone to do the chop, and you’re still worried about others?’ He said, ‘Xiaoyu has no one else but me.’” Hearing Aunt Wang’s words, Qin Xiaoyu felt as if her heart was being ripped out, and tears streamed down her face.

“Aunt Wang, please stop talking. I feel terrible and I really regret it. If only I hadn’t recognized him as my brother, he wouldn’t be in this situation today.”

“You’re talking nonsense. You don’t know him. If he keeps fighting and killing, this day will come sooner or later. But you can’t fight against fate. I calculated his original destiny chart. After he met you, his destiny chart changed. I was wondering if this was a change of fate, but I didn’t expect this calamity would still happen.” Granny Wang sighed deeply.

Qin Xiaoyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration: That's right, Aunt Wang's fortune telling is so accurate, why not listen to her?

"Auntie, do you think the two of us can survive this ordeal?"

"It's a secret, I've said enough." Aunt Wang kept everyone in suspense, then stretched out a foot to pull the bag over, pulled out a box of Daqianmen cigarettes, tore it open, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Auntie, here's some money. I don't know how to use it, but please take it so my brother can suffer less." Qin Xiaoyu took out a small handkerchief pouch from her bosom, still warm from her body. She opened it and found it full of new ten-yuan bills—a total of one thousand yuan.

"Goodness, you're really rich. This money even smells good." Aunt Wang sniffed the handkerchief, grinned, and gave Qin Xiaoyu a wicked smile. She then glanced at Qin Xiaoyu's waist a few more times and laughed, "Why aren't you wearing a red bellyband?"

“Auntie, please don’t make fun of me. I’m really desperate right now. You watched my fourth brother grow up, and he doesn’t have any relatives. Please take care of him.”

"Don't worry, I made arrangements for him on his first day there. Someone will take care of him. Although there are people above who want to get rid of him, they will be careful with their actions. He didn't actually suffer. The external injuries were just for show; he's fine inside."

Granny Wang, a cigarette dangling from her lips, had a cold gaze. Qin Xiaoyu suddenly realized that this old woman wasn't as simple as she seemed. Could a sorceress really be able to extend her reach into a detention center to take care of people?

"Auntie, just go ahead and make the arrangements. If you need more money, just ask me. I'll give you whatever you need, as long as my brother is safe." Qin Xiaoyu said, patting her chest. She was willing to spend all the money to ensure Qi Si's safe return.

"If you put it that way, Qi Si's suffering isn't unjust. Even if you don't treat him like a woman, but only as a sister, I doubt even a real sister would have this kind of affection. He's lucky." Aunt Wang's eyes softened.

"Auntie, how did you find someone to take care of him?" Qin Xiaoyu was still curious about this.

“My old man used to be a gangster, known as the Prince. He was a man of loyalty and righteousness. I followed him when I was young. Later, when something big happened, he went in alone with a knife and rescued all his brothers, but he was injured himself. He later died from an infection.”

Aunt Wang's eyes were fixed on a corner of the room, a dark and shadowy place. Qin Xiaoyu's eyes were sore from staring so long before she finally noticed a black and white portrait hanging there. It depicted a bald old man, exuding an imposing aura.

Qin Xiaoyu never imagined that such an inconspicuous fortune teller would have such a past, and couldn't help but feel a deep respect for her.

"The brothers in the underworld are grateful for his life-saving grace, so even after he's gone, they still give this old woman some face. My words still carry some weight. Originally, these people wanted to support me, but I'm a man of principle. I earn my own living by performing shamanistic rituals, why should I ask others for help? Sigh, I'm an old man, I'll just live one day at a time." Granny Wang took a deep drag on her cigarette before reluctantly stubbed it out.

“Auntie, you’re all alone, and my brother has no relatives either. You’re like a mother to him, and I’m your daughter too. When my brother gets out, he’ll take care of you in your old age. If he can’t, I will.” Qin Xiaoyu had made up her mind; she was determined to do what she said.

"Hahaha!" Granny Wang let out a shrill laugh, which turned into tears at the end.

"Auntie." Qin Xiaoyu suddenly felt a little scared. The room and the person made her feel a chill down her spine.