[A bird drinks from a cold spring, poison loses its chastity, cinnabar stains its beak, and the bright moon is covered in dust.]

"Fuck! These bastards actually drugged me?!"

Xia Chi clenched his fists.

Tu Baiwan had been staring intently at the display screen, his fingers controlling the drone as it slowly approached the villa's window. But when he heard the word "drug," he shuddered and nearly dropped the drone.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes widening behind his glasses: "You can actually calculate that."

Xia Chi was filled with murderous aura like the sea, his eyes were murderous, he grabbed Tu Baiwan by the collar and pushed him to the ground, roaring.

"You knew Tang Bo was going to do something shady, yet you're still just sitting here waiting for some explosive news?! Damn it!"

The fist, accompanied by a strong wind, hit the face hard. With a crisp "crack", the other lens shattered.

Tu Baiwan hurriedly raised his hand to block, but Xia Chi shoved him back into the mud. The usually languid little extra, now unleashed a force so powerful that even the long-time photographer couldn't break free.

"You mad dog!" Tu Baiwan took several punches, and finally knocked Xia Chi away with an elbow. He rolled and crawled back to the roots of a tree, and his face was covered with blood foam.

Xia Chi knelt on one knee, panting like a fierce bull. Blood on his knuckles stained the copper coin crimson. His eyes were fierce: "I'm blind, and I just felt sorry for you. You bastard who feeds on human blood, you don't cultivate good fortune, you deserve to have all your relatives wiped out, and wait for the rest of your life to be lonely."

All relatives are gone! A life of loneliness and old age?

Tu Baiwan was struck by lightning and froze in place.

Xia Chi staggered to his feet, pushed aside the bushes and ran towards the villa. He almost disappeared around the corner when he suddenly turned back.

Tu Baiwan's eyes were glazed over, still immersed in Xia Chi's curse. Seeing the evil spirit return, he thought he was going to hit him again and quickly held his head. However, Xia Chi reached out and quickly stripped off the waiter uniform he had stolen and put it on himself.

The uniform was loose, but that didn't matter. He straightened his tie and ran towards the dangerous place without looking back.

Running along the edge of the golf course, you will feel the velvety imported lawn under your feet. The green grass of the 18 holes looks like a carefully ironed green carpet. The artificial lake reflects the white spires of the viewing villas, and several small yachts are quietly docked on the shore.

After passing the woods and through the archway, Xia Chi saw villas lined up along the shoreline of the artificial lake. He stopped opposite the rockery.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm his breathing, he walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.

"Room service."

His voice was trembling, and his heartbeat was thunderous.

The moment the door opened, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up - it was the bearded bodyguard who had just cracked his knuckles at him at the bathroom door!

"What's the matter?! Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?" The bodyguard roared and stared at him impatiently, but he failed to connect the "waiter" in front of him with the young man he had met in the corridor just now.

Xia Chi's tense body relaxed slightly, secretly glad that the temporary disguise worked. On the way here, he pushed all his thick bangs back and fixed them with the help of the fountain water, revealing his smooth forehead. The waiter's uniform was completely different from his casual look just now.

"You...the fruit plate you ordered..." Xia Chi deliberately made his voice hoarse.

The bearded man frowned and said, "You also ordered a fruit plate?"

The moment he turned his head to look inside the room, Xia Chi caught a glimpse of another bodyguard standing by the window.

The toilet flushed loudly inside.

In a split second, Xia Chi flicked his wrist, and something rolled on the ground with a "ding" sound. At the same time, two yellow talismans slipped out from his sleeves, and suddenly drilled in along the doorstep like a snake, and disappeared behind the two bodyguards in the blink of an eye.

The bearded man lowered his head at the sound, scanning the ground but finding nothing. He smacked his lips impatiently and held out his large, fan-like hand: "Fruit plate, huh? Just give it to me."

“…”

Xia Chi didn't bring a fruit plate.

Cold sweat broke out on his palms, but Xia Chi forced himself to force an attentive smile.

"Mr. Jiang just said that the fruit needs to be chilled for a while longer. The kitchen is freezing it with liquid nitrogen. I came here to ask Mr. Jiang if he wants it 30% ice cold, 50% ice cold, or 70% ice cold. If Mr. Jiang wants it completely ice cold, he'll have to wait a little longer. If Mr. Jiang thinks the time is right, I can bring the fruit plate over now."

He deliberately repeated "Mr. Jiang" over and over again. The bearded man did not question it, but was instead glared in anger at this nonsense.

"What are you talking about if I didn't bring anything with me? Get lost! No one is allowed to disturb us here!"

The door slammed shut.

Xia Chi breathed a sigh of relief, quietly retreated behind the rockery, and counted the time.

Exactly five minutes later, the villa's front door was flung open. Two burly men rushed out, legs clamped together. One hand clutching a tissue box, the other clutching their stomachs tightly, like two water bags about to be punctured.

The bearded man rushed into the nearby woods first, and the other bodyguard followed with a painful expression.

The moment the two disappeared, Xia Chi opened the door, took out the copper coin stuck under the bolt, and slipped in.

Facing the view was a grand living room with seven-meter-high ceilings. Floor-to-ceiling windows, like a giant screen, framed the turquoise artificial lake and emerald green golf course. A large L-shaped sofa faced the window, and a few documents were scattered on the table.

Two goblets stood on one side, and the remaining red wine at the bottom of the glass glowed strangely in the sunlight.

There was a guy with a flat head lying on the armrest of the sofa. Xia Chi knew him as Jiang Nan's personal assistant.

I ran up the floating stairs and the moment I opened the bedroom door, the strong smell of alcohol hit me in the face.

Xia Chi's breathing suddenly stopped, and the scene in front of him was like a blunt knife, cutting into his mind.

Jiang Nan was sunk deep into the silk mattress, like a fish thrown ashore, his body tensed in pain.

His skin was abnormally flushed, like scalded silk. His slender fingers tightly grasped the bed sheets, and intermittent sobs escaped his throat, as if he was struggling to wake up from a nightmare.

“Don’t… touch…”

He gasped, his eyelashes trembling violently, but he couldn't open his eyes.

Intermittent moans and the sound of a flushing toilet came from the direction of the bathroom. It seemed that some audacious beast in human skin was currently lying on the toilet and having an orgasm.

A shudder, almost like surviving a catastrophe, crawled up my spine.

Xia Chi was so grateful that he thanked God for his accidental meddling in other people's affairs, giving Jiang Nan a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, he would have been torn apart and eaten by now, becoming another zombie-like Zhang Ningyuan.

The heartache immediately flooded over him, almost suffocating him.

Jiang Nan, who cared most about his dignity, was like a fledgling drenched in rain, trembling uncontrollably under the effects of the drug.

Xia Chi wanted to take him away, but as soon as he touched his wrist, the other party shuddered as if he was burned by an iron, and then curled up into a defensive posture, pressing his knees tightly against his chest, forming an invisible barrier.

“Get…away…”

The voice was broken, like sandpaper grinding against a rough wall. There was a layer of mist in the half-open eyes, and the shirt was already soaked with cold sweat and stuck to the heaving chest.

Xia Chi clenched his fists and watched Jiang Nan scratch his arm unconsciously, leaving several glaring bloody marks.

My heart is broken.

[Jiang Nan, Jiang Nan, don't be afraid, it's me.]

He muttered to himself.

Jiang Nan's eyelashes trembled, and his dilated pupils struggled to focus, but his vision was still a blur, and only that voice was clear in his ears.

[Jiang Nan, it's me, I'll take you away! ]

A warm palm hooked his arm, and Jiang Nan did not dodge. His fingertips gently curled in his palm, and the bird soaked by the heavy rain finally found the eaves that covered the sky.

He tilted his head back slightly, his wet hair stuck to his flushed cheeks, and he opened and closed his lips several times before he managed to squeeze out a breath.

"Xia...Chi...is it...you?"

The vague recognition made Xia Chi's heart tremble and tears immediately rolled down.

His scalding forehead rested weakly against his shoulder, the heat from his breath burning Xia Chi's neck. A drop of water slid down from the pressed skin between them, and it was unclear whether it was Jiang Nan's cold sweat or the uncontrollable moisture in his eyes.

Jiang Nan walked down the stairs carefully, his hanging arms swaying slightly with each step, and his wrist bones, as thin as a knife, looked particularly fragile under the light.

Despite trying my best to walk lightly, the floating staircase still made a creaking sound.

The roar of the flushing toilet was heard again upstairs, someone was calling the bodyguard's name, and then the bathroom door was opened with a "click".

Xia Chi quickened his pace and reached the door in a blink of an eye. Just as he was about to step out of the villa——

A strange laugh came from behind, like someone scratching glass with fingernails. The sound was sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes like a child playing, sometimes like an old woman sobbing. The creepy echo reverberated in the empty villa.

“Hehehe…hahahahaha…”

Xia Chi suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He turned around in shock, only to see the floor-length curtains moving without wind, vaguely revealing a hunched black shadow.

It was a weasel-sized creature, as black as ink, yet it shone with a strange oily sheen in the sunlight. Its limbs were twisted in reverse as it lay on the ground, its neck was crooked, and a pair of human-like eyes were staring straight at him.

“Hehehe…hahahaha…”

The thing suddenly opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of fine, sharp teeth.

Xia Chi's blood froze instantly, and he subconsciously took a half step back, but just as he blinked—

Swish!

The thing disappeared as a shadow.

Little devil.

Xia Chi thought of this word.

Some powerful people with blood debts and uneasy consciences often spend a lot of money to travel to Southeast Asia to find psychics to raise ghosts.

Most of these little ghosts are the spirits of infants who died young. They have been refined through evil methods and have recognized their master for protection. Any wronged spirits who approach them or those who harbor hostility will be expelled and retaliated against.

Xia Chi remembered the first time he heard this laughter. It was outside the bathroom next to the garden. His "Sky-piercing Talisman" had just possessed the hippopotamus spirit.

An ominous shadow crept into his heart. He suddenly threw Jiang Nan onto his back, clasped his ten fingers tightly around the other's knees, and ran wildly with his feet.

As I passed by the grove, I bumped into a big bearded man head-on. His face was pale and his legs were shaking like sieves.

Xia Chi ran past him without giving him a chance to speak.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the shadows of the trees on either side turned into a green torrent, rapidly retreating backward. Xia Chi ran wildly in the sunlight, carrying Jiang Nan on his back, like an enraged cheetah, every muscle tensed to the limit.

There were hurried footsteps behind him. The bearded man had obviously caught up with him. Xia Chi could even hear his angry curses mixed with the intermittent instructions on the walkie-talkie.

The sunlight filtered through the shadows of the trees, stretching into streamlines in the field of vision. Xia Chi's breath burned his throat, and the soles of his shoes stepped on the cobblestone roads, grass, and gravel paths. The sound of his footsteps startled the crows, kingfishers, and butterflies in the bushes.

Jiang Nan's chest was pressed against his back, his fingers clenched his collar, as if begging - run away!

After turning the last corner, the clubhouse gate waved across the maze-like garden, and the pursuers behind were getting closer and closer.

Xia Chi stopped and suddenly shouted towards the quiet bushes.

"I know you hate the injustice of this world. You've been separated from your loved ones, and you've experienced the ups and downs of life. You're full of ambitions but frustrated. It's this world that has let you down!"

"Today, if you help me, I swear to change your fate, help you rise to prominence, and enjoy wealth and glory!!!"

The bushes moved, but the people inside hesitated but did not come out.

Xia Chi gritted his teeth, took out a bank card from his pocket and threw it to the ground.

——He hadn’t had time to spend a single cent of the seven-digit sum he had just received.

"I know your family needs dialysis to stay alive, so you resort to these dirty tricks! There's three million in this card, the password is six sixes. Help me stop the people behind me, and I'll give you all the money—"

Tu Sihai, who was stripped down to only the old man's vest and shorts, suddenly jumped out, his eyes as red as walnuts, he must have been crying secretly.

He quickly picked up the bank card on the ground and put it in his pocket.

"Fuck, you lied to me, you're a grandson!"