An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, shrouding the entire world in a deep darkness. A thick fog, like a veil, soft and misty, slowly rose from the ground, like a mysterious veil, obscuring all the scenery in the distance.

Amidst the darkness and thick fog, the solemn and majestic mansion seemed even more mysterious, as if hiding endless secrets. The tall walls of the mansion stood tall in the night, like a silent giant, guarding everything within.

Water droplets dripping from the eaves drew faint streaks through the mist, adding to the tranquility and mystery. At that moment, even the stars seemed lost, as if swallowed by the boundless darkness and fog, losing their former glory.

The little girl treads cautiously through the corners of the mansion, her figure looming in the mist, as light as a ghost. She wears a pale blue dress, the hem of which flutters gently in the night breeze like a falling petal.

She pressed herself tightly against the wall, trying not to make any noise, as if afraid of disturbing anything. Her footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible, and each step seemed to float in the mist, without the slightest weight.

After a long walk, we finally arrived at a small courtyard. The courtyard was serene and silent, as if even time had stood still. A row of modest houses, somewhat rustic, formed a stark contrast to the other ornate structures within the compound. The occasional chirping of insects was remarkably clear in the silence, adding to the eerie stillness.

The little girl walked towards one of the houses, and suddenly a deep square hole appeared in the middle of the house. Down the hole was a long stone staircase, which attracted her to continue walking down like a magnet.

As she went deeper, the air around her became more and more humid, making her feel a little chilly. Finally, she reached the basement below.

The vault was dim and damp, the air thick with a stale air, as if no one had been here for ages. In the dim candlelight, the girl saw mountains of gold and silver treasures. Glittering ingots, dazzling gems, exquisite antiques—this strange wealth shone alluringly in the dim light. She quickly stowed the treasures away in her own space, her movements deft and swift, a smile of delight on her face.

However, she did not notice that the air around her seemed to become more oppressive at this moment, as if there was an ominous aura in the air.

When she returned with a full load and quickly left the basement, the scene outside was so horrifying that she was stunned.

In the darkness and dense fog, a dozen dark-clad assassins surrounded a masked man in black. These assassins were agile, like ghosts in the night, their weapons flashing coldly in the darkness like deadly lightning. Like a pack of hunting beasts, they surrounded the man in black and launched a relentless attack, each strike carrying a deadly threat.

Although the man in black was skilled, he was outnumbered. He was caught between a rock and a hard place, his movements gradually becoming slower and slower, and he was unable to focus on one thing at a time. Although his swordsmanship was still sharp, he was already somewhat powerless under the siege of so many assassins.

He had been stabbed twice, blood oozing from the wounds, staining a large area of ​​his clothes red. He began to stagger, each step seemed particularly difficult, as if he might fall at any moment.

Hiding in the darkness, the girl stared intently at the man in black, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. She felt that the man's figure, movements, even the circuitous movements of his sword were strangely familiar, as if he were someone she had seen before.

She tried to recall, but couldn't recall anything. She wanted to rush over to help. She might not be a match for the killers, but the drugs she had on her should be able to save him. She gripped the bottle tightly, her fingers trembling slightly with nervousness. However, just as she was about to rush out, she felt something trip her, making her body heavy and her steps unsteady.

She struggled hard, but found that she could not break through the killers' encirclement. Moreover, there were too many killers. The man in black finally killed a few, but the killers continued to surge out and attack the man in black like a tide, as if they would never be killed.

Suddenly, several sharp swords pierced the black-clad man's chest at the same time. Blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes and the ground around him red.

At the same time, the cloth covering his face was soaked with blood and slowly fell off. At that moment, the girl saw his face clearly. Her eyes widened in horror, and a shrill scream rang out from her throat: "Dad!" Her body shook violently, as if struck by an invisible force.

Her heart was filled with shock and grief, tears instantly blurred her eyes. She wanted to rush over, but found that she could not move at all, and could only watch the man fall in a pool of blood.

"What's wrong? Sister Xi, don't scare mother."

Jing Qiurong's slightly panicked voice suddenly rang in her ears, and a warm hand caressed her face, pulling her back from the horrific scene. Jing Chunxi woke up instantly from her dream. She was sweating all over, and her clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging to her body, making her feel very uncomfortable.

She struggled hard to free herself from the shackles on her feet, only to find that her legs were folded together and were a little numb. She frowned and gently shook her legs, trying to get the blood circulating again.

Jing Qiurong helped her daughter sit up and put a pillow behind her. Her eyes were full of worry and heartache, and she gently stroked Jing Chunxi's hair, trying to calm her down.

Jing Chunxi gasped for air, her eyes filled with fear and grief, her heart pounding uncontrollably. The bloody scene kept replaying before her eyes, making it impossible for her to calm down. She clutched her mother's hand tightly, as if it were her only support, her fingers trembling slightly with nervousness.

"Having a nightmare? Don't be afraid, Mommy is here! Mommy is here!" Jing Qiurong comforted her softly, her voice trembling. She could sense her daughter's fear, but she didn't know how to calm her down completely. She hugged Jing Chunxi tightly, as if to dispel all her fears.

"Xi'er is home! Not at Jianfeng Mountain, but at Qingshan Villa!" Jing Qiurong continued to comfort him, trying to wake Jing Chunxi completely from that horrible dream. She gently patted Jing Chunxi's back, her movements gentle and rhythmic, as if soothing a frightened kitten.

"Auntie! What's wrong?" The woman in green outside was knocking on the door, her voice very anxious. She didn't know what was going on inside.

Because Jing Chunxi insisted on sleeping with his mother, Jing Qiurong was worried that their conversation would disturb the maid, so she didn't let Qingyi come close to serve him last night.

"What happened?" Qing Yi's voice had just fallen for a moment when Aunt Mi's voice came from outside again, and her voice was still very urgent. Aunt Mi rushed over immediately after hearing the noise.

"Sister Xi is having a nightmare. Qingyi, please come in and light the lamp." Jing Qiurong responded loudly. Upon hearing this, Qingyi and Aunt Mi hurriedly opened the door, their steps very flustered.

It was not until two lamps were lit in the room and Qingyi and her mother helped her change into a new set of underwear that Jing Chunxi's spirit slowly calmed down.

Jing Chunxi sat on the bed, a hint of fear still in her eyes, but she was no longer as flustered as before. Her face was still a little pale, and her lips were trembling slightly, obviously frightened by the nightmare. Jing Qiurong sat by the bed, holding her hand tightly, her eyes full of concern.

"Miss, drink some warm water first. We are at home! Don't be afraid."

Jing Qiurong took the cup of warm water handed to her by Aunt Mi, and together with Qingyi, coaxed Jing Chunxi to take two sips.

Seeing that her daughter no longer looked frightened, she felt relieved, but as a mother, she was a little confused and didn't dare to ask her daughter what she had dreamed about.