Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

At ten o'clock, more and more guests came to pay their respects. After offering incense, Song Yi and Lu Xiao greeted Zhou Linnan.

Song Yi: "Uncle Zhou, please accept my condolences."

Zhou Linnan's bloodshot eyes twitched slightly, and it took him a few seconds to realize that the person in front of him was Song Yi.

"Xiao Yi, you're here."

Song Yi: "Uncle Zhou, please take care of yourself too."

Zhou Linnan nodded: "Yes, I'm fine. Let the butler take you to the back first."

Song Yi and Lu Xiao followed the butler to the rest area at the back. Just as they sat down, they suddenly heard a commotion in front of them. Zhou's mother had fainted from excessive grief.

There was a medical team at the Zhou residence, and the doctors and nurses immediately moved Zhou's mother to the backyard. The housekeeper, Lao Liu, also went over to help.

Some guests went to the lounge; at this time, everyone knew not to cause trouble.

Song Yi and Lu Xiao were sitting in the lounge when someone came to serve tea. Song Yi was taken aback when he saw who it was. Lu Xiao noticed that Song Yi's expression was strange, so he followed Song Yi's gaze and was also stunned when he saw what was going on.

There weren't enough workers to take care of the guests, and Liu Dong wasn't comfortable just sitting idly in the back lounge. Now that he felt better and even wanted to exercise, he volunteered to help serve tea to the guests.

Just as they were serving tea to Song Yi, Song Yi immediately noticed Liu Dong's strangeness.

The boy was seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked quite thin, with dark circles under his eyes, but his lips were rosy. He seemed to have a sickly air about him, yet he also had a vibrant and energetic spirit.

In Song Yi and Lu Xiao's eyes, it seemed as if a floating golden gas was gathering around him, a sight they had never seen before.

After Liu Dong finished serving the tea, he went somewhere else. Song Yi then said to Lu Xiao:

Do you know what happened?

Lu Xiao shook his head: "I don't understand, could it just be good luck?"

Fate is a mysterious thing. Some people are born unlucky, while others are born lucky, winning first, second, and third prizes in the lottery.

Song Yi slammed the small teacup on the table and said decisively, "Impossible."

Lu Xiao's eyes showed a slight change: "How can you be so sure?"

Song Yi: "He's not good-looking."

"puff!"

Lu Xiao quickly composed himself. It would be incredibly disrespectful for him to laugh in such a situation, but he truly couldn't help it.

Song Yi was exceptionally strict. Lu Xiao had noticed this when he was looking at the resumes with Song Yi at the team base. At first, when Song Yi rejected thousands of resumes, Lu Xiao thought it was because these people did not meet Song Yi's requirements. Later, he asked Song Yi about his requirements and found that there was only one requirement: good-looking.

Lu Xiao: "Judging by looks alone isn't accurate."

Song Yi: "I think there's nothing wrong with it."

Lu Xiao shook his head helplessly. The two of them sat in the lounge and silently observed Liu Dong for more than five minutes. The more they looked, the more they felt something was wrong.

Song Yi: "Don't you think his aura of metal is stronger?"

Lu Xiao: "They're almost wrapped up like golden shrimp balls."

Something's not right, absolutely not right. At first, the golden gas was like scattered wisps of smoke. As Liu Dong walked around the room, the smoke flowed slowly and was gradually absorbed by him when it touched him. Then it gradually became thicker and thicker, and now it has simply condensed into wisps.

The golden energy came in from outside. Song Yi stood up, and Lu Xiao stood up as well. The two walked out in the direction from which the golden energy came. After passing through the side door, they both stopped. Neither of them expected that the golden energy came from the coffin.

Lu Xiao frowned: "Isn't the person dead?"

Song Yi said with a serious expression, "It's also possible that he didn't die."

Inside the mourning hall, after waking up, Zhou's mother refused to rest, wanting to stay with her son a little longer, so Zhou's father came along.

The two sat on a pear wood chair to the side, with Zhou's mother still having an ice pack on her forehead.

Lu Xiao: "It doesn't seem like anything serious. We need to find someone knowledgeable to ask."

Not something proper? That's easy, Song Yi knows there's something he definitely understands.

Inside the all-encompassing painting, the little fox lived a carefree life. Ever since Song Yi captured her, all she did every day was eat, sleep, and play with her two dolls. Because she ate so well, she was now round and chubby.

The weather was perfect today, and the little fox was just about to go outside for a bath when, in the blink of an eye, she emerged from the All-Encompassing Picture.

Surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, the little fox wondered where it was when a voice suddenly rang in its ears:

"Grandma Fox Fairy, it's been a long time!"

The little fox turned around and saw Song Yi, and immediately exclaimed:

"Don't call me Grandma Fox Fairy, just call me Little Fox."

She made her cousin fall in love with a fox spirit who was older than her mother. If it's something unorthodox, they're definitely familiar with it.

The little fox now knows what kind of person Song Yi is, and dares not offend him at all.

Song Yi pointed in the direction of the coffin: "Look over there, what's that?"

The little fox looked in the direction Song Yi pointed, floated over, sniffed around the coffin, and then flew through the wall following the direction of the golden aura. A dozen seconds later, the little fox returned.

"It's qi. The qi of the kid lying in the coffin was sucked away by a kid outside."

Song Yi could tell it was qi, but he didn't know what it was for: "What is qi used for?"

The little fox explained, "It's similar to luck. If someone is born lucky, they are destined to have many descendants and great wealth. Such a person's aura is golden, and those who get close to them will also have good luck. If someone is born sickly and unlucky, that person's luck is bad, and their aura is black. This is what is meant by 'a dark aura between the eyebrows.'"

"That kid outside must have had someone help him switch his fate with the fate of the child in the coffin."

Song Yi: "This can be exchanged?"

The little fox's eyes darted around twice: "Evil, none of us do that."

Song Yi looked surprised: "Oh, you even know the word 'evil'? So, when you helped someone mess with my cousin back then..."

The little fox covered its eyes with its two paws: "I forgot, I forgot."

Lu Xiao: "You mean to say that these two children's lives will be switched from now on?"

Little Fox: "Yes, but this condition is hard to find. You have to find someone whose age and birth date are very suitable, and who is lucky enough to be the sacrifice. Once the sacrifice is made, the unlucky one can change their fate. In the past, there have been parents with serious illnesses who asked for this, but we usually just asked them to burn two substitutes and that was it. I didn't expect that someone would actually use a real person."

Song Yi was pondering whether or not to tell Uncle Zhou about this. Uncle Zhou must be very sad right now, and if he knew about this, he would probably be even sadder.

To everyone's surprise, the little fox then said, "If you want to stop it quickly, the child in the coffin is about to die."

Song Yi and Lu Xiao were both stunned: "Is he about to die?"

Surprise flashed in Song Yi's eyes: "That means he's not dead yet!"