large desk, his face cold and his eyes glinting menacingly.Fang's assistant led me in and then left, the entire spacious office now occupied only by him and me, sizing each other up.His gaze swept ove...I tripped inside the store and my brother, wearing slippers and holding a bowl of noodles, came walking over. I stepped on his slippers, nearly making him drop his bowl of noodles.

"Xiao Qiao, how did you suddenly appear!" My brother splashed his noodles with broth and stared at me while blowing on it: "What happened to you again..."

"Where's Jiang Qi That girl Song Wei came to the shop and said that you and your husband left, and she didn't take you back with her, did she"

I was stunned for a moment, realizing it was truly my own home.

My brother is back, and my dad and grandma also brought Lanxi back from their hometown. The whole apartment building feels full again, lively and bustling.

"Little Qiao What are you spacing out for, and where did you get all this gloom from Go take a wash, wash it off!" My brother patted my shoulder.

I came to my senses and couldn't help but smile. This is really convenient!

I turned and went to the altar first, paying respects and incense to the great deities. I especially thanked Ta-i Chih-ku Teng-tsun, the benevolent celestial deity who saves all from suffering and misfortune, is compassionate, and protective of the weak.

I took an Aiyue bath in my own room and tidied up my little handbag for self-protection. I feel refreshed.

On the back of my hand where I was pricked, I wiped it with iodine and put a Band-Aid over it. Thinking that Jiang Qiyun didn't seem to think it was a big problem when he saw it, it probably wouldn't be a problem.

Although my body is indeed that of an ordinary person, I have tasted the tea and dates of immortals. Due to insufficient cultivation and incomplete blessings, I am unable to formally ascend the Immortal Register. Perhaps I could be considered to be in a preparatory stage.

We had a big family dinner again tonight. In the evening, Dabao sent Yu Gui and You Nan back home. Yu Gui really liked that pendant and kept rolling it on her little mat. She even insisted on turning off the lights to see if it glowed.

Seeing such a scene, you would feel that even the biggest trouble and pressure wouldn't be a problem.

My brother was sitting on the single sofa, propping one leg up on the armrest, playing games with a relaxed posture.

I made tea and squeezed next to him, whispering about what had happened these past two days.

After he finished listening, my brother closed his phone and glanced at me: “Working for the Underworld”

I nodded.

"It's fine to be on duty, but what kind of missions will they assign you What if it's dangerous" My brother asked worriedly.

"It shouldn't be... Little imps do errands, they wouldn't deal with anything dangerous... Besides, their business doesn't clash with the Shen family's."

My brother frowned and shook his head, "Anyway, as long as I'm home, whatever you need to go out for, you have to call me. You might be able to handle ghosts, but what about bad people I can only feel more at ease if I'm with you."

"Oh... how is things with Yan Qin"

For my brother, Lin Yanqin is not only his wife but also a very taciturn teammate. She seems a bit hot-blooded and naive, but she grasps the key points of things very well.

With Lin Yanqin taking the children to settle Mrs. Lin at the Lin family estate, a lot of pressure will be lifted from us.

However, we also need to deal with Lin Yanhuan's matter as soon as possible. I said to my brother, "Let's follow the eighteen bronze Buddha statues, I feel that we will eventually find the mastermind behind the Shen Family Treasure Pavilion incident."

And this mastermind should be very clear about the reasons why Lin Yanhua and Chen Yan were in a coma.

"That little Buddha, I asked around in the antique circle... A low-key giant in the circle told me, he speculated that this little Buddha was cast during a specific historical period to evade official scrutiny. The runes of that demon god were inscribed on the little Buddha. In fact, these people weren't worshipping Buddhism." My brother said.

Yes, this matches the story told by the old Taoist guardian in the Black Emperor's Daoist temple.

"Shall we go check out these little Buddhas We could put out some feelers in both the occult and antiques circles to see if anyone knows anything." I suggested.

My brother nodded, just as his phone rang. He motioned for me to answer it.

I walked aside and tidied up the counter at home.

The antique clock on the counter at the back of the shop usually doesn't chime more than a few times a year. Today, unbelievably, it rang.

"Hello" I hesitated before answering the phone.

》》》

Late summer, early autumn, the sun is warm.

My brother was driving his newly bought rugged SUV, happily cruising along the country lane.

Last night's phone call was from an old friend of my dad's.

My brother leaned his arm on the window, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while muttering, "It's been three or four years since we last saw Mo Shu, hasn't it"

I nodded. The last time I received a call from Uncle Mo was when my father was hospitalized. Uncle Mo had acquired an ominous porcelain piece, and we went to deal with it.

The world of esotericism works this way. Even though the world is vast and there are countless clans, sects, and followers of various religions, if something happens, they will quickly reconnect with each other, regardless of years of separation or lack of contact.

"I wonder where Uncle Mo has been making his fortune these past few years... He suddenly called us here in such a hurry. Could it be he's gone and found some more of those spooky ghostfire trinkets again" My brother asked with a smile.

This Mister Mo, whose nickname is Lao Qi, used to do business with my father in the past. He dealt in shady things. We even visited his place a few years ago.

His home is in the neighboring county town. The town isn't very big, and quite a few new houses have been built in recent years.

Before, Uncle Mo's family lived in a self-built house at the entrance of a suburban village. Now they have been relocated and moved to government-built resettlement housing.

These rows of houses, a total of five floors, are much larger than my house.

Uncle Mo was waiting for us at the door, waving to us from afar.

My brother rolled down the car window and asked, "You have such good eyesight... you saw us from so far away"

Uncle Mo, with a pipe in his hand, smiled and said: "In our poor and remote countryside, which is also a newly relocated resettlement area, how many cars from the provincial city would come You two are our ancestors! Come here."

He told us to park the car on the side of the road, pointing to the shops behind him: "I'm going to use the ground floor storefront to open a shop, learn from your business model haha. The second floor is where we live, and the third floor is my daughter's place. She'll be starting her internship in two days. Today, when I heard you were coming, I cooked dinner myself as a thank you."

My brother laughed and said, “Thanks for what It was years ago.”

"Well, thank you then!"

Uncle Mo invited us into the house to sit down. He looked much the same as three or four years ago, when his daughter was possessed by a spirit in a porcelain vase. Thankfully, they dealt with it in time and there weren't any major consequences.

"You called us in such a hurry. Is something the matter I think everything at home seems fine." My brother looked me up and down.

Uncle Mo, smoking a cigarette and raising an eyebrow, said: "These past few years I've heard quite a few rumors about you two siblings. There's one thing in particular, I wonder if you're interested in hearing..."

My brother immediately said, "Uncle Mo, we're not short of money now. Value your life, value your life."

Uncle Mo glared at my brother and pulled out some files from under the tea table. He took out a few ultrasound images, along with photocopies of medical records.

My brother is a doctor. As soon as he saw it, he exclaimed, "Damn it... Uncle Mo, aren't you getting younger and stronger in your old age, taking on a mistress and having a child late in life"

Uncle Mo almost choked on his pipe, he didn't dare yell at my brother, so he just whispered, "This isn't mine!"

“Then who does this belong to Isn't this a picture from an ultrasound for a pregnant woman” My brother was baffled.

Mo Shu took a puff of his cigarette and said in a low voice, "It's because something is off that I asked you here. This mother and son pair... they're not right..."sell something their husband had given them She wouldn't do it unless she absolutely had to.Luckily, my family has some savings, and Junior Brother is good at making money, so I won't have to live in...