Oh my god, this is a bolt from the blue! A true heiress of metaphysics!

Neither of them spoke after that, and they stood there quietly for a while.

Shen Fuxi scratched his head and gave a slightly silly smile: "By the way, you can't go out without money."

He pulled out a bank card and said, "There are ten million in this card. Xiaxia can buy whatever she likes, no need to be frugal!"

"Okay." Shi Xiaxia accepted Shen Fuxi's kindness.

After exchanging a few more words, Shen Fuxi left.

After Shen Fuxi left, Qiao Zihao peeked out from under the door: "Xiaxia, are you done talking?"

"Hmm." Shi Xiaxia looked in the direction Shen Fuxi had left and sighed helplessly.

Then, turning her gaze away, she said to Qiao Zihao, "Go back to sleep. We'll be busy when the fortune teller arrives."

"Okay~" Seeing that Shi Xiaxia didn't want to say more, Qiao Zihao wisely didn't ask any further questions.

......

The next day, Chu Xunxiang contacted the fortune teller and told him what Shi Xiaxia had taught her, but it took two days for the fortune teller to arrive.

Shi Xiaxia and Qiao Zihao hid on the third floor. To avoid being discovered, they and the baby ghost all had invisibility talismans on their bodies.

The fortune teller was talking to Chu Xunxiang.

"Have you seen any masters recently? I haven't seen your child's spirit." The fortune teller asked.

"I attended a ceremony a couple of days ago, and everyone there was from the industry. I didn't hear them mention any masters."

Chu Xunxiang asked anxiously, "Master! Do you mean someone has taken my child's spirit?!"

"It's possible!" The fortune teller felt a little disappointed.

He really liked this spirit! He would be heartbroken if someone captured it and refined it beforehand!

"But it's alright, you don't need to worry."

The fortune teller comforted Chu Xunxiang: "Is that little baby still there? As long as I have that thing, I can still find your child."

“It’s still there! It’s still in that room, I haven’t touched it!” Chu Xunxiang said hurriedly.

"That's good." The fortune teller nodded.

The two then walked upstairs while talking.

Only then did Xiaxia and Shi see what the old man who had cleared his name looked like.

The fortune teller was about sixty years old, with a long white beard, a hunched back, and a kind and amiable face.

But no matter how he tried to disguise himself, he couldn't hide the murderous aura emanating from him.

The fortune teller slowly walked upstairs, and paused slightly as he was about to enter the third floor.

Knowing that he had already discovered someone upstairs, Shi Xiaxia rushed out.

The fortune teller, already prepared, turned and went downstairs.

Judging from his agile speed, he doesn't look like someone in his sixties at all.

"Stop running!" Shi Xiaxia shouted sharply.

With a flick of his right hand, more than ten talismans flew out of his hand and shot towards the fortune teller like arrows.

The fortune teller was quite skilled. He quickly pulled out a black and red longsword from his pocket, and with a flick of his wrist, several sharp sword energies instantly slashed out.

In just a few strokes, the talisman was completely torn to shreds.

He chuckled maliciously, "There aren't many of these high-grade talismans, are there? If it weren't for this sword, I would have truly fallen into your hands today!"

"Is that so?" Shi Xiaxia's lips curled into a cold smile, and more than twenty talismans appeared in her hand again, flying out once more.

Upon seeing this, the fortune teller secretly realized something was wrong.

His face showed fear: "I only take on some odd jobs, I don't want to be enemies with your department! Please, fellow Daoist, spare me this time!"

Shi Xiaxia ignored his pleas for mercy.

She stood still, her hands rapidly forming hand seals, and she softly uttered, "Formation activated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light flashed around the villa.

The talismans intersected and instantly formed a huge cage, completely surrounding the entire villa.

Seeing that he could not escape this time, the fortune teller had no choice but to grit his teeth, pick up his long sword, and turn to fight.

His face turned extremely terrifying, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and he asked angrily, "Do you really have to kill us all?"

"Enough with the nonsense." Shi Xiaxia said coldly as she flew forward.

Her talismans seemed to come alive, flying rapidly around her. As Shi Xiaxia pointed two fingers like swords, the talismans attacked the fortune teller all at once.

"I'd like to see how many talismans you have!" the fortune teller roared angrily.

The sound was so loud it made people's ears ring, and they swung their swords to block the attack of the talisman paper.

However, Shi Xiaxia's talisman paper seemed to be endless.

Before long, the fortune teller was injured, his body covered in talismans, looking quite disheveled.

"Xiaxia is so amazing!"

Seeing that the battle had subsided, Qiao Zihao carried the infant ghost, whose ghostly aura had been dispelled, downstairs.

"What do we do now?" Chu Xunxiang looked at the fortune teller with hatred in her eyes.

He wanted to use his child to harm others!

"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots," Shi Xiaxia said calmly.

She took out a talisman and stuck it on the fortune teller's body, and a golden thread immediately appeared.

“Let’s go. We can find the place where he makes Kumanthong by following the silk threads.”

Shi Xiaxia called to the others, completely ignoring the fortune teller who was struggling with a look of terror on his face.

......

The group followed the golden thread and spent some time traveling to the outskirts before finally arriving at the fortune teller's residence.

The golden threads extended from the basement of an abandoned building, which was the fortune teller's lair.

As soon as Shi Xiaxia approached, a strong aura of malevolence swept over her.

She turned to look at Chu Xunxiang and Qiao Zihao, and said softly, "You two wait here."

Then, she went into the basement alone, carrying the fortune teller.

The basement was dimly lit, with cabinets lining the walls, each containing a ghoul.

These ghostly children exude an eerie aura, accompanied by the cries and screams of infants, sending chills down one's spine.

Shi Xiaxia threw the fortune teller to the ground and said coldly, "Harming an infant is an unforgivable crime. You'll get a taste of the backlash!"

After saying that, she tossed out several talismans, which flew through the air and landed accurately on the surrounding walls.

Then, she turned and left the basement.

As Shi Xiaxia left, the infant ghosts that had been parasitizing the Ghost Child's body broke free one by one.

Filled with overwhelming resentment, she lunged at the immobilized fortune teller.

At this point, the fortune teller could only watch helplessly as all of this happened, unable to escape.

After returning to the ground, Shi Xiaxia took out a talisman and dripped her blood onto it. The talisman immediately emitted a dazzling light.

It then flew into the air, enveloping the entire building and forming a huge magic circle.

The ghost babies all gushed out after killing the fortune teller.

However, as soon as they encountered the array set up by Shi Xiaxia, the originally pitch-black infant ghost instantly became clean and white, as if all the filth and darkness had been washed away.

Their sharp cries transformed into adorable laughter, full of innocence.

Many of the baby ghosts even took the initiative to approach Shi Xiaxia and affectionately snuggled up to her.