Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

After calming down Xu's mother, Xu's father scrambled to the house where the family's life lamps were enshrined.

The patriarch will bless every disciple and descendant who sincerely worships him. Xu's father lit three incense sticks for the patriarch, knelt down and chanted for a while, and respectfully took down the patriarch's portrait and hung it aside.

Behind the portrait was a hidden compartment. Xu's father opened the compartment and found that there were originally four lit life lamps, but now only three remained.

Xu Fenghua's life lamp went out, while three other life lamps beside her shone brightly, particularly conspicuous in the dark compartment. However, the flames of two of them had become very small, indicating that these two people were about to face a major calamity. The third one was exceptionally bright, brighter than the two life lamps combined. The brightest life lamp belonged to Xu Jiaojiao.

Xu's father walked over and slowly replaced the extinguished life lamp with a candle, making the hidden compartment look like it still had four lamps. It was just a pity for the child Fenghua.

His wife's intuition was correct, but who killed his daughter? Was it the evil spirit that possessed his daughter's body? Xu's father didn't know, but he wouldn't let the murderer get away with it.

Those who cultivate the Tao generally have their own life lamp, which contains a trace of their soul. When a person dies, the lamp goes out. If they encounter danger or a great calamity outside, the life lamp will also warn them by the size of the flame. If the lamp goes out, the person will also suffer a severe injury.

Xu's father is now preoccupied with the grief of losing his daughter. He and Xu's mother are about to face a great calamity and need to prepare as soon as possible. However, judging from the flame of the life lamp, the key to the calamity lies with their eldest daughter.

The original owner of the body died too suddenly in the previous life. Xu's father never thought to look at the fate lamp, so he missed the warning of a great calamity, which is why he was caught off guard.

The portrait of the patriarch was hung back up, Xu's father lit three more incense sticks, and after a final check, he left the house.

Yellow talismans and homemade ritual implements were buried around the courtyard. Although Xu's mother didn't know why Xu's father was doing this, she still cooperated actively. "Husband, what exactly happened?"

“We’ve been through another big calamity recently. We’ll hide in the yard for a few days, and it’ll be over soon.”

Hearing what Mr. Xu said, Mrs. Xu couldn't help but feel nervous. She thought of her youngest daughter, Xu Fenghua, and asked, "How is Fenghua's fate?"

"It's business as usual."

Mother Xu gradually relaxed, "That's good then," but this great calamity is rather troublesome.

Unable to bear the pain of losing both his daughter and wife, Xu's father, belatedly, can only do his best to protect his wife, believing that only by staying alive can he have a chance to avenge his youngest daughter.

If it weren't for the short time, Xu's father would have wanted to send Xu's mother back to her sect to seek the protection of her master and fellow disciples.

If possible, Mr. Xu planned to secretly kill the evil spirit that possessed his daughter's body; otherwise, if she came with the great calamity, he and Mrs. Xu would not be able to handle it at all.

Xu Yaqin and Xiong Bufan chatted about the gossip they had heard. Xiong Bufan listened intently, occasionally exclaiming, "My God!" He hadn't expected there to be so many interesting things happening at school. Xiong Bufan was starting to like going to school, but only after school when he could listen to Xu Yaqin tell gossip.

Xu's father quietly arrived at Xiong Bufan's usual route home from school and began setting up a magical artifact. This artifact was only effective against evil spirits. After setting it up, he watched from the shadows.

"Oh My God"

Hearing Xiong Bufan's exclamation, Xu's father quickly looked up and found that Xiong Bufan was still unharmed. However, Xu's father was not surprised. A demon that could possess a Taoist's descendant was no simple character.

The two walked and talked, and soon arrived at Xu Fenghua's house. After saying goodbye to Xu Yaqin, Xiong Bufan walked back to the courtyard with satisfaction.

The courtyard hadn't changed much since I left in the morning, except that the air inside and out was filled with the smell of burning incense.

When Xu's mother saw Xiong Bufan return, she said warmly, "You're back! Wash your hands and we can eat now."

Xiong Bufan: "They burned incense at home."

"You're running a high fever; who knows what he's thinking all day?"

Xu's mother unconsciously wanted to keep it from Xiong Bufan, afraid that she would be anxious if she knew about the great calamity.

Xiong Bufan put down his schoolbag and obediently washed his hands. Xu's mother said again, "It's time to eat. I don't know where your older brother went. Why isn't he back yet? Your sister isn't back either. If you're hungry, eat first. I'll go find them."

"Row."

Xu's mother also went out. As long as it didn't affect Xiong Bufan's meal, nothing else mattered to him.

Xiong Bufan picked up her bowl and went to the pot to serve herself rice. However, there was only some rice in the pot, and three dishes were heating up over there. Xiong Bufan was a little disappointed; this little bit of food wasn't even enough to fill her teeth.

Kongkong: "Your teeth have quite a big gap."

"Don't be so talkative."

Xiong Bufan put the pot lid back on, looked for the original owner's pocket money, and ran off to town in a flash. Since there wasn't enough food at home, Xiong Bufan had no choice but to go to town to find something to eat.

There were many places to buy things in the town. The original owner's pocket money was only enough for Xiong Bufan to buy ten steamed buns. He was reluctant to exchange gold for food, so he could only wander around the streets with the steamed buns, looking for any opportunities to get rich.

Xiong Bufan walked from one end of the street to the other, but didn't find any opportunities to make money. Searching for the original owner's memories, Xiong Bufan went through a small alley and ran to the back street.

It was getting dark, and there were many ghosts standing on the road watching the passersby, but none of them provoked Xiong Bufan, and Xiong Bufan wouldn't go around slashing with his sword.

The back street was darker than the main street. Xiong Bufan walked slowly down the back street when suddenly several people jumped out in front of him. "Kid, come out alone and hand over your money!"

Xiong Bufan finally got what she wanted. He put the bag of steamed buns aside, spread his hands, and said, "I don't have any money. You should give me the money instead."

Among these people was Xiong Bufan's acquaintance, Huang Yushuo. Enemies meeting are especially hostile, and Huang Yushuo pointed at Xiong Bufan and said to the leader, "Brother, she hit me today and even told the teacher!"

Xiong Bufan: "You son of a bitch who tells parents and teachers, I despise you!"

Enraged by being looked down upon by a girl, Huang Yushuo glanced at the middle school students behind him and rushed over to hit Xiong Bufan.

When it comes to fighting, Xiong Bufan has never lost.

Back in school, Xiong Bufan was more restrained and didn't seriously injure anyone. Now that they've walked right into his trap, Xiong Bufan naturally won't hold back.

Within minutes, Xiong Bufan had knocked the men to the ground, unable to get up, and searched them for all their money. He found a total of twenty yuan, enough for him to buy forty steamed buns, which, combined with the food at home, would be enough for him to eat his fill.

When Xu's parents returned home and found Xiong Bufan gone, Xu's father felt somewhat relieved, thinking that the magic spell in the house must have worked and driven away the evil spirit. Sadly, his youngest daughter would never return.