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

When Song Yi left work that evening, the company was already empty.

After driving home, he originally intended to go straight to the horror game, but as soon as he entered the bedroom, Song Yi froze.

On his bed stood a grinning little devil wearing a pink bib!

TaoTao: [An unusual energy field detected. Source: Thailand. Level: Too low. Effect: Causes the affected person to become infatuated with the user.]

Song Yi: ? ? ?

"From Thailand, is this a Kumanthong?"

Song Yi wasn't particularly familiar with these things from abroad, and only knew about Kuman Thong.

After Tao Tao joined the horror game, the system updated its knowledge in this area, and Tao Tao explained to Song Yi:

[This is not a Kumanthong. Kumanthong do not do bad things. These are spirit children specifically raised by some masters in Thailand. Some wealthy people invite them to work for them, and they only do bad things, not good things.]

[The one before you is the master of love. He will cause the recipient to lose their mind and exhibit manic behavior of obsessively infatuated with the one who casts the spell.]

The little ghost on the bed was covered in black mist, and its eyes were filled with mischievous malice as it looked at Song Yi. Thinking that Song Yi couldn't see it, it even made a face at Song Yi.

In the Chu family home, Chu Xiong and his daughter Chu Xue were in a secluded room.

The room's windows were tightly covered by curtains, and the room was filled with children's toys and snacks. Two little devils were placed in the center of the west wall.

Chu Xue's fingertip was pricked, and blood dripped into the bowl. This thing needed fresh blood to be fed, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

"Dad, is this really okay? Won't there be any problems?"

Chu Xiong confidently said, "Don't worry, this Thai master is very reliable. Many famous people get their ghost children from him. Your aunt got her ghost child from him, which is why your uncle is so devoted to her. He's very reliable."

Chu Xue knew that her uncle treated her aunt very well, and she had even envied him, but this was the first time she had found out it was because of this.

Chu Xiong originally only wanted to hire one person, but after learning that Song Yi was the president of KD Financial, he didn't want to let Song Yi go either.

"After tonight, both Lu Xiao and Song Yi will be madly infatuated with you, and then whatever you say will be law."

Chu Xue was initially quite scared, but when she thought of what her father had said, that if it really worked out, any price would be worth paying.

At Song Yi's home, Lu Xiao sent Song Yi a WeChat video call.

Lu Xiao and Song Yi were in similar situations. As soon as they got home, they saw an ugly little devil standing on their bed, grinning at them.

As soon as the video call connected, Lu Xiao raised his hand: "Look at this."

Song Yi looked at the other side of the video, where Lu Xiao's fist was clenched, but it was empty.

"what?"

Lu Xiao looked at himself. Oh right, those were WeChat calls they made. These things can't be seen on camera.

Lu Xiao turned off the WeChat video call, and then used the system's video call function to call Song Yi again, which Song Yi saw this time.

Lu Xiao was holding a little leg in his hand, and the little devil was upside down in Lu Xiao's hand, baring his teeth and claws at Lu Xiao.

Song Yi laughed, then picked up the little devil, who was bound like a silkworm cocoon with the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon), and showed it to Lu Xiao.

"What a coincidence, I have one too."

The two men exchanged a smile; it was obvious who had done it.

Lu Xiao looked at the little devil over there, who was clearly in a much worse state than the one in his hands:

"But that's too harsh. Why hit a child?"

The little devil in Song Yi's hand had dark circles under its eyes and kept crying loudly with its mouth wide open.

Song Yi quickly said, "I didn't hit him. Children should handle their own affairs."

This little guy not only caused trouble at home, but also ran around everywhere, so he handed Xiao Bao over. Xiao Bao caught him and punched him twice.

“My son beat him up. If he hadn’t stopped him, the kid would have been beaten to a pulp.”

Lu Xiao: "You have a son?"

Song Yi showed Lu Xiao a picture of Xiao Bao building Lego: "Isn't he cute? He's 166 years old this year."

Lu Xiao: !! Are you sure this is your son, not your great-grandfather?

The one in Lu Xiao's hand, whose leg was being held, was still restless, so Lu Xiao simply tied him up and threw him aside: "What do you plan to do?"

Song Yi shrugged: "What else can we do? Send her back to where she came from. She likes raising children, so let her raise them for the rest of her life."

Lu Xiao clicked his tongue twice. If this thing stayed with someone for life, it would bankrupt them.

"Good idea, let's send it back then."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yi untied the magic ribbon and then said in a tone as if coaxing a child:

"You see, I have a child at home. You're not welcome here. Go back and stay in my house. Don't come out again. Do you agree?"

The little devil cried out in fear, "Wah-la-wah-la-wah-la."

Song Yi nodded: "Very good. If I find you coming out again, I'll have my son beat you up."

The little devil looked at Xiao Bao, became even more frightened, and immediately turned and disappeared.

Lu Xiao's dog was also sent back.

At the Chu family villa, Chu Xue was still dreaming sweet dreams. She thought that as soon as she woke up tomorrow, Lu Xiao and Song Yi would both be at her feet.

The next morning, Chu Xue felt unwell, probably because she had been in the air conditioning too long and caught a chill. She went to the bathroom to wash up, intending to dress up nicely for the day, but when she combed her hair, a large clump of hair was left on it.

Upon seeing the large clump of hair on the comb, Chu Xue panicked.

She even doubted that it was her own hair. She combed it again, and it was just another clump of hair.

She put down the comb and frantically ran her hands through her hair. As a result, her waist-length hair, which she had carefully nurtured for several years, fell out in a cascade. In the end, it became as sparse as a programmer who had worked for twenty years, and she even developed a male pattern baldness.

Chu Xue screamed, "How could this be? How could this be?"

She rushed to find her father, but it turned out he wasn't doing much better.

Chu Xiong already had little hair, and now he only has two stray hairs left on the top of his head.

Chu Xiong had dark circles under his eyes, and bags under his eyes; he looked listless.

Chu Xue cried as she looked at Chu Xiong: "Dad, how could this happen?"

Chu Xiong's first thought was that the father and daughter had been poisoned, but the leftovers they had eaten were given to the servants, who showed no symptoms.

He considered various reasons but couldn't find a clue until his gaze swept over the room where the little ghost was kept, and Chu Xiong's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be? No way.

Chu Xue also looked over, and she immediately thought of what the master had told her when she and her father invited the ghost child: if the ghost child was not raised properly, it would cause a backlash.

"Dad, could it be?"

Chu Xiong was also anxious: "This shouldn't be the case. We did everything according to the master's instructions."