Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

Kyoto City, in a mountain village.

The rain poured down, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Large raindrops pounded on the muddy ground, creating many cratered holes.

"Boom!"

"what!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar was heard, followed by a child's scream.

At the door of a thatched hut, a ragged, white-haired woman wielded a stick, striking a three-year-old girl heavily.

The little girl seemed to have gotten used to being beaten, and was silently enduring it with her head down.

"How dare you steal my things! How dare you steal my things! You ungrateful wretch! I've fed you, fed you, and raised you all these years, and you still dare to steal my things? You've got some nerve! I'll beat you to death today, you filthy thing with dirty hands."

The woman cursed angrily as she swiftly, viciously, and accurately struck the little girl.

Each blow was delivered with all his might, as if he wanted to beat the little girl to death.

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t steal your things! It wasn’t me! It was your son who stole them! It wasn’t me!” The little girl’s voice was childish, but it carried an unyielding stubbornness.

Hearing the girl's excuses, the woman used every trick in the book, seemingly determined to beat the little girl to death.

"How dare you talk back to me! You even dare to frame my son! I'll beat you to death, you little bastard!"

Behind the woman stood a little boy, her son, who was looking at Yoyo with his arms around her.

Hmph, all I want is the necklace around your neck. Since you won't give it to me, I have plenty of ways to make you give it to me.

Behind the little boy stood several pitiful little girls who tried to step forward to dissuade the woman, but were harshly scolded, "If you say another word, I'll beat you all to death." After saying that, he beat the little girl on the ground mercilessly.

Except for the little boy who was the woman's biological son, all the little girls, including Yoyo who was beaten, were either stolen by the woman or exchanged from other human traffickers.

Firstly, he wanted to buy them back to be his son's slaves; secondly, he wanted to sell them to make money when they grew up.

It's simply killing two birds with one stone.

As they were fighting, Yoyo suddenly stopped moving, curled up on the ground, and lay motionless.

The bright red blood flowing from his body stained a large area of ​​the surrounding rainwater red.

It's shocking to look at.

The woman finally stopped what she was doing, dropped the stick, and kicked Yoyo far away.

"Get lost, don't dirty my place."

Yoyo was kicked and slid several meters away, finally lying in a deep pit filled with rainwater, with only her round little head sticking out and her body soaking in the water.

This area was once again stained red with blood.

The rain hit the little girl's face, washing away the dirt.

The little girl was exquisitely beautiful, with a rosy face and tightly pursed lips. Even though she was unconscious, you could still see her stubbornness and hope.

I don't know how much time passed, but the torrential rain continued to fall relentlessly.

Inside the house came the voices of girls pleading for Yoyo, but the woman sternly rebuked them, and no one dared to say another word, fearing that they would suffer the same fate as Yoyo.

In the heavy rain, Yoyo's small body suddenly twitched, and then she opened her eyes. She felt intense pain all over her body, and she dared not move anymore. She wanted to live.

She wants to go down the mountain to find her biological parents!

Master Jing'an of the Xuanwu Taoist Temple on the mountaintop said that her biological parents have been looking for her.

Yoyo met Master Jing'an when she was one and a half years old. She got lost in the mountains and met Master Jing'an, who took her back to the Taoist temple.

Master Jing'an treated her very well, but he just wouldn't take her in, and he didn't know why, even though he knew about Xiao Tuanzi's unfortunate experience.

Ever since she met Master Jing'an, whenever she's hungry and can't sleep at night, Yoyo would sneak off to Master Jing'an's place while everyone else was asleep.

She would feed her delicious food and tell her stories, which is why Yoyo is still healthy and chubby in this environment.

When she was two and a half years old, Master Jing'an told her that she was destined to face a tribulation. If she could overcome it, she would be able to find her biological parents. If she could not overcome it, it would be the cause and effect of fate.

Two-and-a-half-year-old Yoyo naturally couldn't understand, but the only thing she understood was that she also had her own father and mother, so she wanted to live and wanted to find them.

"Young master, it's raining so hard, why don't we find a place to take shelter?"

Suddenly, not far away, an old man was holding an umbrella, under which stood a tall and noble young man. He wore a modern Chinese-style shirt and trousers, simple and clean. A simple yet elegant hairpin held up his medium-length hair. His features were perfect, with bright eyes and white teeth, like a god descended to earth.

Behind them followed a group of bodyguards dressed in black and wearing sunglasses.

Upon hearing the sound, YoYo tried her best to lift her head.

His big eyes seemed to see hope, they shone brightly. Wow, what a handsome older brother!

"It's nothing." The man's voice was calm, carrying an air of refined detachment as if he had seen through the vanities of the world.

The old man holding the umbrella did not try to persuade him further.

Uncle~

When Zhan Baisui suddenly heard this weak, childlike voice, his heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and saw a three-year-old girl lying in a pool of blood, reaching out her chubby little hand to him for help.

The moment Zhan Baisui saw the little girl, his heart trembled again, and he felt an excruciating pain in his chest.

Without thinking, Zhan Baisui hurriedly walked towards the little girl, but the old man stopped him, saying, "Young master, people in the countryside are unpredictable. It's best not to get too close."

“If I think of everyone as such an utterly wicked person, then what is the point of my prayers?” Zhan Baisui said softly.

The old man lowered his head, said nothing more, and followed Zhan Baisui's footsteps with his umbrella toward the pitiful little girl.

"Don't go near her, she's a thief. She stole my mother's gold ring, that's why my mother scolded her."

The little boy, who saw this from inside the house, opened the door, rushed to the eaves, and shouted at Zhan Baisui.

Zhan Baisui stopped in his tracks.

Stealing? Getting scolded by my family.

This is someone else's family matter, and it doesn't seem to be my place to interfere.

Suddenly, he remembered what Master Jing'an had told him at the Taoist temple on the mountaintop: "Everyone has their own destiny, and cause and effect are cyclical. Every cause has an effect, and every effect has a cause. You have a weak constitution and prefer quiet, so it's best not to interfere with the cause and effect of those who are not related to you."

But was she a stranger? Why did he feel so heartbroken seeing the little guy on the verge of death?

"Uncle, save me! If you save me, I'll give you all the best food I have."

The sound was very soft, but it carried an extremely strong will to survive.

Zhan Baisui knew it all very clearly.

"Young master, let's go. This is someone else's family matter, and we shouldn't meddle," the old man advised, not wanting to cause trouble.

Zhan Baisui sighed and took a step to leave.