A modern Feng Shui master and fortune teller, Lin Wanyue, is transported by a car accident to a dynasty not recorded in history, becoming a three-year-old baby abandoned in a mass grave.
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However, the closer they got, the clearer the shrill crying became, and it really was coming from the dark figure.
"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing in my house? My house is locked and the door is closed. Breaking in like this at night is illegal! If I report you to the authorities, you can be arrested and thrown in jail. I advise you to leave now," Yan Dajiang said deliberately, trying to intimidate him.
He had no idea how many people this charlatan had brought with him.
Besides himself, he only had two elderly servants at home, who were fine to help with chores normally, but couldn't be relied on at times like this.
Yan Dajiang was also feeling uneasy, thinking that it would be best to scare the person away with his words.
We'll have to wait until tomorrow to report it to the authorities.
"Waaah..." The black image seemed to have heard his words and stopped its chilling sobbing.
"This is my home... I'm waiting for my mother..." A soft, weak voice came from the shadowy figure.
The voice sounds like that of a young girl.
Yan Dajiang's wariness immediately subsided. Feeling somewhat bewildered, he felt compelled to remind him, "I don't know where your mother is, but this house was bought by me a couple of days ago. It's no longer your home. You should go back to where you came from."
"This is my home! My home!" The shadowy figure's voice became shrill again. He stood up, pointing his slender finger at the well, and said, "My mother is here. I'm waiting for her to come out, but she can't. Please... help me... please help me get my mother out, okay?"
"Your mother...is in the well?" Yan Dajiang suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
What does it mean that his mother is in the well?
Is that even a human being...?