In Beijing, at 8:30 in the morning, layers of sunlight spread across every corner of the city. The sound of car horns swept across the open fields, awakening the hazy, orange-scented morning.
The bullet train arrived at the station, and a large number of passengers poured out of the Harmony Express. Among them, a young man wearing a short-sleeved shirt touched his arm and couldn't help but shiver. "Wow, it's so cold! Beijing is so cold. My Guizhou Island, where it's spring all year round, is much more comfortable..."
Beside him stood a twelve-year-old boy with delicate features and snow-white skin. He wore a neatly ironed shirt underneath a soft, bright yellow sweater, looking vibrant and adorable.
The boy was exceptionally handsome, possessing the air of a noble young master. Passersby couldn't help but turn their heads to look, and some even secretly took out their phones to take pictures.
"Uncle, I told you it's cold in the capital, but you didn't believe me and insisted on showing off."
Upon hearing his nephew's tone, Xiang Dongshu scratched his head in frustration. "Who knows? The weather changes as quickly as a girlfriend's face. Xinian, quickly give your uncle a warming talisman."
Xiang Xinian hummed in agreement, then took out a talisman he had drawn himself from his small bag and handed it to Xiang Dongshu.
"..."
Xiang Xinian always remembered what Uncle Yan said: "Don't open your yin-yang eyes before you turn fifteen."
Sigh, all he can do now is write characters and draw talismans.
If others knew that the future heir of the Xiang family hadn't yet developed the ability to see ghosts, they would probably be so surprised they'd hide under the table.
After putting the warming talisman in his pocket, Xiang Dongshu finally felt better.
The uncle and nephew took a car to the address given by Yan Chiyu. At this time, Wu Yue and the others were still in class, so Xiang Dongshu refrained from disturbing them.
"Gentlemen, we've arrived." The taxi stopped in front of a private garden residential area, waking the two drowsy people.
Xiang Dongshu paid the fare and got off the bus, carrying his suitcase and holding Xiang Dongshu's hand with one hand.
Although the Xiang family were local tyrants on Guizhou Island and possessed considerable assets, they ultimately refrained from interfering in the capital region due to the presence of the Xu and Su families.
The Yan family was the wealthiest and most powerful family he had ever seen, without exception. The Yan family's roots were so deep that they were just small fry before these other aristocratic families.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
A loud shout interrupted Xiang Dongshu's train of thought.
When he realized what was happening, Xiang Xinian had let go of his hand at some point and was no longer beside him.
Xiang Dongshu turned his head to look. A sprightly old man was chasing after a dark, indistinct thing. The old man was muttering incantations and occasionally casting talismans on the dark thing.
And his son, whether possessed or not, also followed behind the black group.
Xiang Dongshu could vaguely hear the sound of chains clanging.
He suddenly felt a pang of panic.
"Xinian! Xinian!"
Xiang Dongshu quickly chased after him, shouting Xiang Xinian's name, hoping to bring him back.
When they reached an empty alley, Xiang Dongshu saw Xiang Xinian grab the black mist.
It was his own fault for being too weak; he could only see that it was a cloud of black mist, but he couldn't determine what it was.
The old man clearly hadn't anticipated the unexpected twists and turns that led him astray.
His shrewd eyes fell on Xiang Xinian, and his words carried an undeniable air of authority, "Kid, give me that thing you have. That's my target!"
Just then, Xiang Dongshu caught up with them and was panting, supporting his knees. Then he heard his nephew say, "Grandpa, don't hurt her, send her to be reincarnated."
Xiang Dongshu almost fainted after hearing that sentence.
Xiang Xinian was stunned after he finished speaking.
He looked down at his hand, his eyes shimmering. What he was holding wasn't a person.
The coolness from the hand in his palm sent a chill up his spine, and a coldness permeated the surroundings, making even the sunlight feel cold.
Just now, he heard the girl, who was half a head shorter than him, shout to him, "Brother! Save me! Save me!" and he followed her as if possessed.
"Xi Nian, why did you suddenly..." Xiang Dongshu opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Because of Yan Chiyu's words, the Xiang family protected Xinian for two years.
Now, this guy can actually...see?
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