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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After returning to his room, Qi Sichen ordered someone to bring him food and hot water. He then said to Qi Yuan, "How does your talisman look? We're setting off tomorrow, and I'm planning to have a goldsmith make a pendant for you today, so we can put this thing inside."
"Alright." Qi Yuan nodded. "It's all up to Uncle."
He doesn't understand these things very well.
Just thinking that the talisman was given to him by Lin Wanyue made him want to keep it carefully.
After all, he would need to bathe every day from now on, and getting it wet would be somewhat inconvenient. It would be better to follow Qi Sichen's advice and have it made of gold for better preservation.
Qi Yuan loosened his collar, preparing to take out the red string pendant hidden inside his undergarments, when the red string fell off by itself.
"Huh, what's going on here?" Qi Yuan picked it up with some curiosity.
"Watch out!" Qi Sichen suddenly snatched the talisman pendant from his hand. A plume of black smoke appeared, and the talisman inside had turned into black smoke.
A chilling cold seemed to be sweeping in from all directions.
Qi Sichen looked at what he held in his hand, both shocked and furious.
He didn't know what was going on. The rope had suddenly broken out of nowhere, which was clearly not a good omen.
Lin Wanyue's previous words of advice seemed to echo in her ears.
This talisman is used to save one's life in a pinch.
But now the talisman has turned into black smoke!
Could it be that those harmful demons have already caught up with us?
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Both of them were startled. Qi Sichen grabbed Qi Yuan's sleeve and asked in an icy voice, "Who is it?"
"Sir, the water from the kitchen has been brought over," a servant's voice came from inside.