Chapter 9: Mess with the Wrong Person, Face the Consequences

“You were born into wealth, and your life has been smooth sailing. By all accounts, it should have ended well. But a bad marriage was arranged over a decade ago, sowing the seeds of misfortune, and now your descendants suffer the consequences.”

Mo Zhixuan’s face changed instantly upon hearing these words.

“Your daughter was born prematurely, could walk at three, speak at five, and nearly died at ten. Every year since, she has faced dangerous illnesses, narrowly escaping death each time. Only through prayers and accumulating good karma has she survived until now.”

Qiao Qiao listened with a confused expression.

She didn’t understand a thing.

But Mo Zhixuan understood perfectly, and her face turned extremely grim, unable to react for a long time.

There was no other reason.

Because what this young girl said was indeed true!

How could she know?

How could she know so much in detail?

Su Bao burrowed into her blanket, a mischievous smile on her face as she said one last thing, “Auntie, if you mess with the wrong person, be prepared to face the consequences!”

With that, she snuggled tightly into her little blanket and rolled to the inside of the bed.

Curled up like a little shrimp.

She closed her eyes and began to sleep.

“You…”

Mo Zhixuan didn’t know why, but Su Bao’s words left her feeling uneasy.

She was born into the Mo family and had weathered many storms over the past thirty or forty years. She had seen it all, yet this time she felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

However, Su Bao had already fallen asleep at an incredible speed.

Her pink little mouth slightly open, breathing softly like a little fish.

***

In her dream.

“Nan Nan, hold on a little longer, it won’t hurt soon…”

A little loli, about eight or nine years old, lay on the bed in a red dress, her body twitching continuously, curled up like a shrimp, as if in extreme pain.

Her face was as pale as paper, veins bulging on her temples like crawling worms, terrifying to behold.

A young woman stood by the bed.

She was frantically comforting with her words, yet too afraid to approach, as if she were scared.

The red dress on the little loli was peculiar, not the kind a typical little girl would wear, but a somewhat mature, vintage gown with intricate patterns, ancient and thought-provoking.

She would curl up into a ball, convulsing continuously.

Then she would roll on the bed, hitting her head against the wall repeatedly.

Her voice was weak and faint, as if her life was slipping away bit by bit…

It was unclear how much time passed before she finally went still, completely unconscious.

The young woman cautiously approached, extending a finger to place under the little loli’s nose.

Finding that she was still alive, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, the door opened.

An elderly man in black robes walked in slowly, and the young woman hurried to greet him, immediately asking anxiously,

“Master, how is my son now?”

The elderly man in black simply shook his head, “Your son’s illness is very peculiar. Although I can use the Soul Transfer Technique to transfer all his pain to her, it’s merely a temporary solution.”

He pointed to the little loli on the bed.

Neither he nor the young woman noticed that despite the intense pain she had just endured, leaving her on the brink of death, the little loli had kept her eyes slightly open, forcing herself to remain somewhat conscious.

The elderly man continued, “Moreover, the Soul Transfer Technique is not a long-term solution. I cannot stay here indefinitely to perform the spell every time your son falls ill.”

The young woman became anxious, “Master, I beg you! He’s my only son, please save him! You’ve seen our family’s situation. Whatever you want, I’ll find a way to get it for you, as long as you show mercy!”

The elderly man, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, said, “To be honest, there is a way.”