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

Song Yi: "If the person is not dead, then what is his current state? His mouth is gagged, so why isn't he speaking?"

Little fox: "I can't speak. I'm conscious, but my body is sealed."

"Judging from his physical condition, he should be able to hold on until evening."

Lu Xiao: "There's no oxygen in the coffin, won't they suffocate?"

The little fox floated down in front of Lu Xiao: "There are two small air holes at the bottom inside, as if they were deliberately made to prevent people from dying too soon."

Song Yi and Lu Xiao exchanged a glance; this was clearly intentional.

Since the person wasn't dead, they had to save him. Song Yi and Lu Xiao glanced around the coffin discreetly, thinking of simply opening it, only to find that the coffin was nailed shut!

Families like theirs are extremely particular about such matters. They even consult a fortune teller to determine when to nail the coffin in place. The entire process from Zhou Xi's confirmation of death to his placement in the coffin could not have been accomplished by one person alone; it required someone who knew how to do these things.

Song Yi's mind raced: "The Zhou residence has always had a personal feng shui master, I think his surname is Chen, and he was the one who did the feng shui for the Zhou residence."

When Song Yi suddenly mentioned the geomancer, Lu Xiao immediately understood what Song Yi meant.

The geomancer hired by someone of the Zhou family's status wouldn't be a useless person. Zhou Xi died around midnight last night, which was only a little over ten hours ago this morning, and the coffin has already been nailed up. Currently, Zhou Xi's life force is still being drained, so someone must be performing some kind of ritual.

The geomancer was definitely the first to be suspected.

Song Yi: "Little fox, will you stop this?"

The little fox shook its head: "I can't do that unless you find out who the person who exchanged their lives for theirs is."

Song Yi cast a suspicious look at the little fox: "No way, you can't even do this? You're not slacking off, are you?"

Lu Xiao: "Aren't you fox spirits supposed to be able to foresee the future? Can't you see who did this?"

The little fox bristled: "Grandma doesn't know, and that's it. You can try to fool me if you want."

Song Yi: ······

Song Yi looked outside. Inside the Zhou residence, workers were bustling about. Just then, a slightly plump woman passed by. Song Yi immediately called out:

"Sister Ying."

The woman called Sister Ying stopped and turned around to see that it was an acquaintance:

"Mr. Song?"

Sister Ying had worked for the Zhou family for fifteen or sixteen years, and Song Yi had some impression of her:

"Sister Ying, you can just call me Xiao Song."

Yingjie nodded: "Xiao Song, is there anything I can help you with?"

Song Yi first pointed to Liu Dong's figure and asked Sister Ying, "Sister Ying, I haven't seen that child before. Is he a relative of Uncle Zhou?"

Yingjie looked at Liu Dong and said, "No, he is the son of the housekeeper, Lao Liu. It's normal that you haven't met him. That child used to be in poor health and rarely went out."

Upon hearing the word "butler," Song Yi and Lu Xiao exchanged glances. If he was a butler, then he could indeed do a lot of things in that position.

Song Yi then asked, "Have you hired a geomancer? If not, I can help you find one."

Sister Ying: "Thank you, Xiao Song. Don't worry about it. The geomancer is Mr. Chen Wenjie."

Song Yi: "Ah! Is he at the house now?"

Yingjie nodded: "They're in the north wing, they say they're going to perform a ritual for the young master's soul."

Song Yi and Lu Xiao walked towards the north wing. After crossing the covered bridge, a young man in a black jacket was guarding the door. Song Yi and Lu Xiao tried to go in but were stopped.

"I'm sorry, my master is inside performing a ritual for the deceased; outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Song Yi: "Is Mr. Chen inside?"

Young man: "Yes."

Song Yi and Lu Xiao weren't angry about being stopped; instead, they turned and left. Once they were out of sight, Song Yi called the little fox out again:

"Go in and take a look."

The little fox was timid; it got all pricked up when it got close to this spot.

"I don't want to go in. I think the people inside are pretty impressive."

Song Yi: "We're doomed."

Song Yi called Zhou Yuyan out: "Yuyan, sneak in and take a look at what the people inside are doing, but don't get caught."

Zhou Yuyan wasn't afraid of this and floated straight in.

Inside the house, Chen Wenjie was performing a ritual to help Liu Dong absorb Zhou Xi's life force. Chen Wenjie and the housekeeper, Lao Liu, were relatives. Lao Liu's son was weak and prone to attracting misfortune, and Chen Wenjie had always been the one to take care of him.

Chen Wenjie calculated that Liu Dong's life would not be long. One day, while arranging the feng shui for the Zhou family, he saw Zhou Xi's birth date, which was similar to Liu Dong's. So Chen Wenjie mentioned this matter. He thought that Old Liu, who had worked loyally for the Zhou family for more than 20 years, would not do it. Who knew that Old Liu would be overjoyed to hear this.

So the two of them devised this elaborate scheme to switch the sky with the sun.

He transferred all of Zhou Xi's fate to Liu Dong, and then had Zhou Xi die in Liu Dong's place.

They started working on these things a week ago, and on that day, Liu Dong's health began to improve, while Zhou Xi developed symptoms similar to a cold and fever.

Zhou Linnan never dreamed that they would take his son's life in his own home.

Chen Wenjie drew some kind of formation on the ground, with two straw figures inside. One of the straw figures had no fire, but the straws inside turned black as if they had been burned.

In another 7 hours, it will be completely over. Chen Wenjie will stay here the whole time to make sure everything goes smoothly.

Suddenly, Chen Wenjie felt a chill down his back, as if a cold air was emanating from his body. He looked back at the doorway, where sunlight streamed in through the window, but there was nothing there.

He does have some ability; he can see those things.

Doing such things is immoral, but Chen Wenjie isn't afraid; he'll just burn more incense.

Outside the door, Zhou Yuyan went back.

Song Yi: "How is it?"

Zhou Yuyan: "He drew a town on the ground with two little people inside."

Little fox: "It's definitely him."

Song Yi: "Deal with him."

Lu Xiao: "Hey, don't be impulsive."

Three pairs of eyes turned to Lu Xiao, who said, "This is the Zhou residence. If you suddenly rush in, we won't be able to explain ourselves."

Song Yi nodded: "Yes, Zhou Xi must have been confirmed dead by them last night. Uncle Zhou doesn't understand what Chen Wenjie did, so it's no use for us to tell him. If I told Uncle Zhou that his son is not dead, he would definitely think I'm crazy."

Lu Xiao: "You know why you're still so impulsive. It's not like you."

Song Yi revealed a smile that made Lu Xiao's hair stand on end: "When I said to deal with him, I didn't mean to go directly to Chen Wenjie."

Lu Xiao had a bad feeling: "Then what are you going to do?"

Song Yi's eyes suddenly became sincere: "Lu Xiao, do you believe me?"

Lu Xiao took a step back. He had a feeling that it would happen to him sooner or later when he saw Song Yi tricking others. Now, he couldn't believe it.

Song Yi grabbed Lu Xiao and said, "I know you believe me."