"The child's birth date."

Guan Xiujie's husband Yu Bo quickly reported that they had recently consulted two Feng Shui masters, but they just shook their heads and said that the child was about to die and asked them to prepare for his funeral.

This made Guan Xiujie and Yu Bo, the parents, extremely anxious. They didn't understand why the situation suddenly turned out like this without any warning.

Moreover, my daughter has been very healthy since she was young, and rarely catches a cold or fever.

Before, the whole family had fever and cough, but this child was fine. At that time, they all thought Xinxin was in very good health.

Wei Mian made a simple calculation based on his birth date and time.

Judging from his horoscope, this child will be blessed with a long life. He will live to be seventy-nine years old, have no illnesses in his life, and eventually die of old age.

But now the deathly aura from her told Wei Mian that it was doubtful whether this child could live for two days, let alone being seventy-nine years old. It was very likely that she would not live past twelve o'clock tonight.

Her brows were furrowed.

"Let me find a place to lay it flat and take a look."

Seeing that Wei Mian didn't say anything definite, Guan Xiujie rushed into the house with the child and put him on the bed.

Without the scorching sun, Wei Mian unzipped her clothes after entering the house, revealing her fair and tender little face. There was no expression on her face at this moment, but her whole body exuded a reassuring aura.

It looks extremely believable.

Wei Mian lowered his eyes and examined the girl. He had a vague guess in his mind, but felt that it was unlikely.

She opened her third eye and found that there was a black line connected to the girl's neck, and the other end of the line extended outside.

But Wei Mian did not follow the black line rashly, so she took out two copper coins from her pocket.

After losing it several times, Wei Mian connected the information he got together.

"The hexagram indicates that this child was harmed by someone, and the person who harmed her is one of your relatives."

"Relatives?" Yu Bo's face changed immediately.

For a moment, I couldn’t think of who could harm Xinxin.

Such a young child is usually very sensible and it is impossible for him to offend anyone outside.

So the person who harmed her must be targeting them as parents. Thinking of this, Yu Bo thought about all the relatives who had a bad relationship with his family. Everyone he saw was worthy of suspicion.

But he has been living with these relatives for many years. Relatives who can use such means to harm others should be a little different in their daily lives.

His expression couldn't help but become solemn.

Guan Xiujie was completely at a loss at this time. When she thought that her daughter had been harmed by someone, she couldn't help but tremble all over and felt that she had no strength left.

"Then, then can Xinxin still be saved?"

After saying that, Guan Xiujie looked at her with pleading eyes.

"If it's one day later, even a Daluo immortal would be useless."

The implication was that it could still be saved today. She took out yellow paper and cinnabar, drew some incomprehensible symbols on it, and then lit the talisman. When it turned into a handful of ash, she suddenly threw it into the air.

At the same time, he was muttering something.

Then Yu Bo and Guan Xiujie saw a scene that left them dumbfounded.

The ashes actually floated in the air, and gradually gathered into a thin gray-black line as Wei Mian chanted the spell.

At this time, one end of the thin line was connected to Xinxin, and the other end went out of the door and extended to an unknown place.

Wei Mian's expression was icy. "Hold the child, keep quiet, and follow me."

Yu Bo hurriedly bent down, picked up the child, and followed Wei Mian out.

Guan Xiujie, Jiang Yao, and Jiang Yao's mother, who had always had little presence, also hurried to catch up.

The sun outside was still a little hot, and it was almost time for dinner, so there were not many people wandering around in the village.

Wei Mian and his group were not heading towards the village, but towards the southwest.

Jiang Yao quietly asked her mother, "Is this the direction to the threshing ground?"

Jiang's mother nodded perfunctorily. She followed closely behind the few people, fearing that she would miss the direction indicated by the black line.

Soon they arrived at the threshing ground of Qingjiang Village. It was not just one family's threshing ground, but several families' threshing ground connected together.

In the past, this large area was actually a threshing ground, with each family having their own stone mill, or several families sharing one.

Otherwise, when the farming season is busy, people will easily fight over this thing.

Now threshing is fully mechanized, and the threshing ground has become a drying ground, where crops that are not completely dry are piled up to dry in the sun, and then threshed by machines when they are dry to a certain degree.

Therefore, the idle stone mills have been piled up next to the threshing ground.

Now the other end of the black line connected to Xinxin is connected to a very inconspicuous stone mill.

As Wei Mian and Yu Bo, who was holding the child, walked to the stone mill, Xinxin in his arms suddenly opened her eyes.

But the look in his eyes was the same as before, blank and without focus.

Wei Mian walked around the stone mill and soon found something wrong.

This thing has been unused for several years, but looking at the soil underneath, it is obvious that someone has moved it recently.

The millstone was very heavy. She squatted down and pushed it hard with both hands, and it immediately made a rumbling sound.

The stone mill that was pushed away changed its direction, with the middle grinding shaft facing the sunlight. Looking from Wei Mian's direction, he could just see something hidden in the gap.

She stretched out two fingers and pulled out the paper figure stuck in the middle.

It was a beautifully cut paper figure, a little girl in a skirt with two pigtails. The whole paper figure was only the size of a palm.

Wei Mian turned it over and saw Xinxin’s birth date written in cinnabar on the back. It happened to be Xinxin’s.

After seeing the paper figurine and then the birth date, Yu Bo had nothing left to understand. His eyes were almost spitting fire.

Many older generations in rural areas know that the stone mill is a somewhat weird thing.

Therefore, when they are not in use, few people push them back home. Even if they are really placed at home, they will definitely not move them, otherwise it will be easy for disasters to occur at home.

Although it is difficult to explain the specific reason, this is the experience left by the older generation, and most people are willing to follow it.

So when the stone mills in the threshing ground were replaced, almost no one wanted them and they were just thrown aside.

After just one glance, Yu Bo was certain that Wei Mian was right, that someone was using such a vicious method to harm his own daughter.

"Who on earth is this bastard who is so insidious? What did my Xinxin do to offend anyone? Her ancestors are so wicked!"

Fortunately, Jiang Yao found this young master. If it had been a few days later, even if a god came, his joy would have been gone.

Wei Mian took the paper figure in his hand, made a gesture towards it, and then muttered something, and soon the paper figure began to burn.

As the paper figure was burned, the emptiness in Xinxin's eyes slowly disappeared, and the little girl's face gradually became lively.

She saw her father holding her and her mother beside her, and burst into tears.