A small mirror appeared in Yaya's little hand. She handed the mirror to Lin Yu and let Lin Yu look at it for himself.

Seeing the slightly delicate face of the man in the mirror, Lin Yu couldn't help but burst into tears.

That’s right, this is him, not Lin Yu, the reincarnation of “Lin Daiyu” who became a singer.

"Master Yaya, how can I maintain this state after leaving the Taoist temple?" Lin Yu asked anxiously, "What do I need to pay? You must save me, please."

Lin Yu bent her knees, wishing she could kneel down to the little girl in front of her.

No one wants to live with a strange face.

But Lin Yu couldn't kneel down, as if something was blocking him under his knees.

“No need to kneel, no need to kneel.” Yaya stretched out her little hand. “You must have come here after watching the live broadcast. Then you should know what Yaya needs, right?”

"I know." Lin Yu took out his phone and the cash he had prepared and asked, "Should I pay in cash or online?"

"You can pay in cash for fortune-telling." Yaya's eyes sparkled. "When you ask me to tell your fortune, the money belongs to me. If you want to donate incense to Sanqing Temple, then the money belongs to the founder. Do you understand what I mean?"

How could he not understand this? Lin Yu thought that the little milk ball in front of him was really good, so he gave Yaya cash.

Yaya got a stack of bills and her eyes were curved with joy.

The last time she touched money was half a year ago, when her master took her down the mountain to purchase daily necessities and let her practice fortune-telling.

But the master was still alive at that time, and the money earned from fortune-telling was directly taken away by the master and turned into the wine that the master loved to drink.

Now the fortune teller has money again, and the master has run away, so the money is hers!

Yaya stuffed the money into her pocket without hesitation and took Lin Yu into the cabin.

The living room of the cabin is also the dining room, with a square table and a few chairs next to it.

There is one chair that looks taller than the others; it is Yaya’s special seat.

She bent her knees and sat on the special seat, blinking her big eyes and looking at Lin Yu: "Mr. Lin, please sit down. Would you like some bamboo leaf tea?"

Lin Yu was extremely worried.

But seeing that Yaya's little face was very calm, it was not easy to urge her. He could only sit on the chair and nod, watching the little kid in front of him fill his teacup with tea.

"Thank you." Lin Yu thanked him but didn't plan to drink.

"Take a sip first." Yaya suggested to Lin Yu, her eyes curved, "Bamboo leaf tea is made from the heart of bamboo, it can quench thirst and calm the heart. It will prevent you from getting angry when you hear what Yaya has calculated."

With Yaya's explanation, Lin Yu had no choice but to drink it even though he didn't want to.

He gulped down a whole cup of tea and asked anxiously, "So...what happened to me?"

"Five years ago, your sister committed suicide, right?" Yaya said directly, "She jumped off a building and died."

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment.

Yes, my sister committed suicide five years ago.

He had just graduated from the music college five years ago. He was full of energy and thought he could make a name for himself in the music industry, so he returned home from school and planned to rest at home for a while before pursuing his musical dream.

Unexpectedly, after returning home, I found that my sister who was in high school was in a very bad mood and her relationship with her parents was very strained.

My sister never goes out except to eat.

He tentatively asked his sister what had happened, but she refused to say.

The mother said, "If only she were half as well-behaved as you. I gave birth to a second child because I loved my daughter. Who knew she would be so disobedient after she was born?"

Lin Yu knew that his parents attached great importance to academic performance. Adults always felt that without academic performance, their children would be useless. Especially with his successful example, it must have caused a great psychological burden on his sister.

Lin Yu had no choice but to take her sister out for a trip alone, hoping to make her happy.

Unexpectedly, just after returning home from the trip, he locked himself in the room to capture the inspiration he got from the trip and worked hard to write songs, when his sister had another big fight with his parents.

When he took off his noise-canceling headphones and heard his sister yelling "I hate you", he came out of the room to try to stop the fight, but his sister had already jumped from the 23rd floor.

The parents were standing by the window at the time, their eyes dull and they said, "Why did you jump? Didn't you just scare us? Didn't I just slap you in the face?"

"How can you jump down?"

23rd floor.

My sister is dead.

During that time, the house was shrouded in a lingering haze.

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Lin Yu couldn't sleep every night, blaming herself for why she had to wear noise-cancelling headphones to concentrate on her creation that day and why she couldn't stop her sister.

Sadly, it was in this extreme pain that he suddenly had a burst of inspiration and wrote the lyrics and composed the song "Burial of Flowers", which made him famous.

"My sister is blaming me, isn't she?" Lin Yu burst into tears as she recalled this. "My sister blames me for not being able to save her, and is punishing me by gradually turning into a woman?"

Lin Yu felt that he must have guessed right, and he gave a bitter smile.

It doesn’t matter. Since it’s my sister’s punishment, I’ll just become a woman. It doesn’t matter.

It was his fault, it was his problem.

"Not your sister."

Hearing Yaya deny her guess, Lin Yu looked puzzled: "Not my sister? Then you mentioned that my sister committed suicide..."

Yaya said expressionlessly: "She's not your sister, it's your parents who want to turn you into a daughter."

Yaya’s words made Lin Yu stiffen all over.

Before Lin Yu could react, Yaya continued, "After your sister died, you often went home. And every time you went home, your mother gave you soup, right?"

Lin Yu nodded heavily.

"There is Yin blood in the soup." Yaya paused, "Your parents found an evil Taoist priest who wanted to revive your sister. But your sister has already been cremated, how could she be resurrected? But the evil Taoist priest needed money, so he told your parents that he could let your sister's soul attach to you and keep you alive."

"In order to make your parents believe that his magic worked, he gave your parents Yin blood and asked them to make soup for you to drink. Then he used your birth date and eight characters to change your appearance."

"You will slowly become like whoever owns the Yin Blood."

Lin Yu never expected to get such a truth.

After his sister died, his biological parents wanted to commemorate her. Did they listen to others and turn him into a woman? "That evil Taoist priest is so bad." Yaya sighed, "The one who provided you with Yin blood was a seriously ill woman. She found the evil Taoist priest and said she didn't want to die. The evil Taoist priest told her that he could use her Yin blood to create another body for her."

"When you slowly turn into a woman, your parents will think that you and your sister share a body. They will never think that your body will become someone else's."

Listening to the little kid in front of him speaking out the terrible conspiracy in a childish voice, Lin Yu's scalp suddenly went numb.

(End of this chapter)