A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

"Young Master, you mustn't!"

Chen Lao Jiu practically roared out this.

But it was too late.

Chen Bufan's blood dripped onto the blank page of "The Record of Destiny".

Snapped.

Blood beads fell.

They did not disperse.

Instead, it's like a red nail, driven into the paper.

The pages of the book moved on their own even without wind.

It made a rustling sound.

The entire Chen family ancestral home shook violently at that moment.

Lin Wanqing's expression changed, and she immediately grabbed the charred pillar next to her.

Dust fell from above.

Outside the main hall, the white lantern swayed violently.

The pale light flickered on and off.

It sounded like someone was breathing heavily in the dark.

Chen Laojiu knelt on the ground, his face deathly pale.

"Young Master!"

"Once the house is opened, the old fate returns."

"You can't handle it!"

Chen Bufan did not turn around.

Standing before his parents' memorial tablets, he seemed to be able to travel back 20 years and see that great fire.

Whether I can handle it or not is my business.

"You won't tell me."

"I'll watch it myself."

Chen Laojiu's lips trembled.

Too many people died in the ancestral home.

"Too much resentment."

"The fire back then was no ordinary fire."

"If you ask Zhai now, you're risking your life to dig up old grievances!"

Lin Wanqing's heart tightened upon hearing this.

"Chen Bufan".

She was about to step forward when Chen Bufan raised his hand.

"Don't come any closer."

He took out the broken Chen family's life-saving coin.

The two halves of the copper coin vibrated gently in my palm.

hum.

hum.

hum.

Like a lost soul finally returning to its old haunts, it is weeping softly.

Chen Bufan walked to the offering table.

In the very center of the offering table, there was originally an incense burner.

Behind the incense burner, there is a very shallow circular groove.

Lin Wanqing hadn't noticed before.

Now, when the light from the white lantern shines on it, the groove is exactly the shape of a copper coin.

Chen Laojiu raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Life and money returned to their rightful place."

"Asking about the fate of one's ancestral home."

"This is a secret technique that only the head of the Chen family can master."

"Young Master, you haven't received the family head's order yet, you can't open it!"

Chen Bufan glanced at him.

"Does the Chen family still have a head of the family?"

Chen Lao Jiu seemed to have been stung by those words and fell silent.

Chen Bufan placed the broken life-saving coin into the groove.

Click.

The two halves of the coin fit together perfectly the moment they entered the slot.

A thin red light seeped out from the broken edge.

next second.

The offering table, the memorial tablet, the incense burner, the white porcelain bowl, and the old copper buckle all shook at the same time.

Deep within the main hall, amidst the ruins of the burned-down ancestral hall, a low, rumbling wind suddenly arose.

It's not the wind outside.

It came from inside the wall.

It came from the floor tiles.

It came from the charred beams.

Like this house that had been dead for over twenty years, it was finally awakened.

Lin Wanqing gripped the flashlight tightly, her voice lowered:

"What is this?"

Chen Laojiu, leaning on his cane, struggled to his feet.

His face was ashen, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Several generations of the Chen family have lived here as fortune tellers."

"Wall bricks, beams, well water, threshold, altar table..."

"They've all been touched by the Chen family's life force."

When a person dies, their life ends.

"But the house will remember."

Lin Wanqing felt a chill run down her spine.

"Remember?"

Chen Lao Jiu looked at the blackened walls around him.

"Do you remember who came in?"

"Who dies here?"

"Who set the fire?"

"Who has betrayed the Chen family?"

The voice just fell.

The ancestral home shook violently once again.

boom!

Lin Wanqing's vision suddenly went black.

When she opened her eyes again, everything around her had changed.

The ancestral home, which burned down, is gone.

The dilapidated main hall is gone.

The dust, weeds, and charred wood were all gone.

She stood inside a complete old Chen family house.

The blue bricks are clean.

The beams were thick and heavy.

A life lamp hangs under the eaves.

One by one, the lamps glowed a pale yellow.

Inside the main hall, incense was burning brightly.

A man stood in front of the offering table.

The man was in his thirties, tall and straight, and dressed in a dark long gown.

Her eyebrows and eyes bear a five-tenths resemblance to Chen Bufan's.

It's just heavier and more stable.

Perhaps Chen Bufan will look like this in a decade or so.

He held an old copper coin in his hand.

He stood in front of the ancestral hall, with the ancestral tablets of the Chen family behind him.

In front of me was a tightly closed door.

Lin Wanqing's breath hitched.

No need to ask.

She also knew who this person was.

Chen Daoheng.

Chen Bufan's father.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the gate.

A lot of people.

more than one.

next second.

boom!

The Chen family's gate was kicked open from the outside.

A group of men in black rushed in.

Their faces were covered with black cloth, and they held knives, talismans, copper bells, and black threads in their hands.

As soon as someone enters the room, they put up a talisman on the wall.

Some people went straight to the east and west wing rooms.

Someone even kicked over the water vat in the yard.

The water tank broke.

The water inside spilled all over the ground.

But when the water hit the ground, it turned black.

Lin Wanqing instinctively wanted to draw her gun.

He reached for his waist, but found nothing.

She then realized that she was not in reality.

This is a remnant from twenty years ago.

She can only watch.

Do not move.

Inside the main hall, Chen Daoheng stood alone in front of the ancestral hall.

He did not back down.

There was no panic.

He simply raised his hand and pressed the copper coin onto the offering table.

hum.

The life lamps in the ancestral hall lit up at the same time.

The men in black who rushed in paused, as if they were being pressed down by something invisible.

The leader said coldly:

"Chen Daoheng".

"Hand over the Record of Heaven's Mandate."

"I'll leave your wife and children with their bodies intact."

Chen Daoheng looked at him.

His voice was full of disdain.

"Since when have people who claim to have altered their fate dared to walk through the Chen family's main gate?"

The leader of the men in black had a cold look in his eyes.

"The Chen family is no longer the Chen family it once was."

"You can't protect this book."

Chen Daoheng remained calm:

Whether or not you can hold out is not up to you.

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved.

The three incense sticks on the offering table snapped instantly.

The incense ash turned into a gray line, lying across the front of the ancestral hall.

Just as the men in black were about to rush forward, their feet touched the gray line, and they instantly screamed in agony.

Black smoke was billowing from the soles of their shoes.

It felt like stepping into molten iron.

Lin Wanqing felt a chill run down her spine.

This is Chen Bufan's father.

The true fortune teller of the Chen family.

One person stood in front of the ancestral hall, which prevented more than a dozen men in black from crossing the line.

But soon, another voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Chen Daoheng".

Why bother?

Upon hearing this sound, Lin Wanqing's eyes suddenly darkened.

It wasn't because of the sinister tone.

It was too calm.

Too high and mighty.

The crowd was separated.

A man walked in from outside the courtyard.

He wasn't wearing black.

Instead, he was wearing a dark suit.

The age is unclear.

His face was also obscured by something like fog.

But on his right hand, he wore a black jade thumb ring.

The thumb ring is very eye-catching.

Under the light of the life lamp, it gleamed with a cold, dark light.

Several people were following behind the man.

Those people didn't look like members of the Xuanmen sect.

More like a bodyguard.

Or, to put it another way, people in the real world who do dirty work for the powerful and wealthy.

Lin Wanqing stared intently at the black jade thumb ring.

She knew that this person was very likely the powerful figure that Chen Laojiu dared not mention.

The man who, more than twenty years ago, was nearing the end of his life but wanted the Chen family to prolong it.

When Chen Daoheng saw him, his eyes turned completely cold.

"You still dare to come to the Chen family?"

The man with the black jade thumb ring smiled slightly.

"Mr. Chen, I didn't want things to come to this."

"I beg you to save my life."

"You won't save him."

"I'll give you the money."

"You don't want to."

"I will give you the position of head of the Chen family's Xuanmen sect."

"You still refuse."

His tone even carried a hint of regret.

"Mr. Chen."

"A person should always be aware of the times and circumstances."

Chen Daoheng said coldly:

"Using your child's lifespan to extend your own."

"The Chen family is unaware of such current affairs."

The smile on the man's face faded slightly as he looked at the black jade thumb ring.

That child was an orphan.

"Orphaned."

"I'd trade ten years of his life for ten more years of mine."

"How much can I accomplish in these ten years?"

"How many people's jobs can it protect?"

"How much of the overall situation can be determined?"

"Chen Daoheng, you are not ignorant."

"You're just too old-fashioned."

Lin Wanqing felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this.

She had heard these words from Chen Bufan before; they were what Lu Changsheng was saying at the moment.

Almost exactly the same.

To exchange the life of an ordinary person for so-called greater value.

Chen Daoheng looked at him and said only one sentence.

"A person's life is not something you can put a price on."

The man with the black jade thumb ring fell silent.

Then he laughed.

This time, the smile lacked warmth, as if a decision made long ago had become resolute once again.

"Since the Chen family refuses to change their fate."

"Then it's time to die."

The words fell.

Suddenly, black talismanic flames lit up all around the courtyard walls.

Lin Wanqing suddenly turned her head.

Fire is bluish-black.

The driver was right.

The fire that burned down the Chen family's house back then was no ordinary fire.

That fire doesn't burn bricks and tiles.

Only burn the life lamp.

The lamps under the eaves began to sway one by one.

A woman's startled cry came from the east wing.

The sounds of fighting came from the west wing.

In the courtyard, several members of the Chen family rushed out, but as soon as they got close to the black fire, they were engulfed by the flames.

They screamed and fell to the ground.

But he wasn't wearing any clothes.

The skin wasn't burned.

Only the life lamp between his brows slowly went out.

Lin Wanqing's hands were clenched tightly.

This is murder.

It wasn't a knife.

It's a direct killing.

In front of the main hall, Chen Daoheng's expression changed.

He raised his hand and pressed down on the copper coins on the offering table.

The life lamp flickered on again for a fleeting moment.

But the next second, someone outside the courtyard shouted again:

"The southeast corner is broken!"

"The gatekeeper charm has failed!"

Chen Daoheng suddenly turned his head.

"Who moved the talisman in the southeast corner?"

No one answered.

But the air in the illusion noticeably stagnated.

Lin Wanqing's heart sank.

A mole.

The mole that Chen Laojiu mentioned has appeared.

At that moment, a woman carrying a baby rushed out from the back room.

The woman wore a light-colored long dress, her hair was a little messy, and her face was pale, yet she was extremely beautiful.

The baby in her arms, swaddled, seemed to have been startled awake and was crying softly.

Lin Wanqing looked at the baby.

My heart tightened.

That's Chen Bufan.

Chen Bufan as a child.

The woman is Chen Bufan's mother.

Lin Qinghe.

Chen Daoheng turned around and saw his wife and children; his eyes softened instantly.

"Qinghe".

Lin Qinghe hugged the baby tightly.

"Someone has disturbed the southeast corner."

"There's another way out the back door."

Chen Daoheng's voice was very low.

"Take him away."

Lin Qinghe's eyes reddened.

"And what about you?"

Chen Daoheng glanced at the increasingly dimming life lamp in front of the ancestral hall.

"I have to hold this place."

Lin Qinghe gritted her teeth and didn't cry.

She simply gave Chen Daoheng a deep look.

It's as if I want to etch his final image into my very being.

Then, holding the baby, she turned and ran towards the back door.

Just as she turned around, Lin Wanqing saw a figure emerge from the shadows and follow her.

The man was wearing clothes belonging to the Chen family.

It wasn't the man in black.

They are not bodyguards for the powerful and wealthy.

I am not an outsider to changing my fate.

They are members of the Chen family.

He kept his head down and walked very lightly.

In his hand, he clutched a piece of the yellow talisman that had been peeled off.

Lin Wanqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

in reality.

In the main hall of the ancestral home, Chen Bufan stood in front of the "Record of Destiny," his face extremely pale, and a trickle of blood suddenly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes were fixed on the depths of the ancestral home.

It seemed that he had also seen that figure.

Chen Laojiu knelt on the ground, his face pale and his voice trembling.

"Young Master."

"I can't watch anymore."

"Let's keep watching..."

Chen Bufan's voice was hoarse and bloody.

"who's that person?"

In the illusion of the ancestral home.

Lin Qinghe rushed towards the back door with the baby in her arms.

And that traitor within the Chen family had already raised his hand.

In his palm, a black copper coin also silently lit up.