Chapter 70 – The Daoist Artifact on Your Son’s Body Can’t Hold On Any Longer

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The destined one appeared to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. Her natural features were delicate and refined, with a petite bone structure that was typical of women from the Jiangnan region.

However, her unkempt appearance made her look somewhat disheveled.

Adding to this, her face was etched with worry, and her eyes darted toward the bedroom door from time to time, as if something terrifying lay within.

Her overall state could only be described as poor.

The reason Yao Yao’s expression changed was because she noticed that the woman’s astrological chart showed an ominous sign in the “Children Palace,” indicating the imminent loss of a child.

Thus, instead of following the usual procedure, Yao Yao directly asked, “Young miss, what has happened to your child?”

At these words, the destined one’s bloodshot eyes widened in shock. She hadn’t expected the master to be so perceptive.

Without her saying anything, the master had already guessed?

Overcome with emotion, the destined one became visibly excited. If this master possessed such abilities, surely they could save her precious Xiao Bao.

Clutching at this lifeline, the desperate mother pleaded, “Master, please, save my Xiao Bao!”

“He… he… it seems like he’s been possessed by something evil.”

This answer sent the online audience into an uproar!

[Oh no, here we go again?]

[Why does everyone keep running into these unclean things? It’s scaring me.]

[Maybe it’s because of the Ghost Festival right now. I heard that during this time, the gates of hell open, and ghosts can return to the human world. Maybe they haven’t all gone back yet, increasing the chances of encountering them.]

Upon reading this comment, Yao Yao nodded slightly.

It was true—during the Ghost Festival, the gates of the underworld opened, allowing countless spirits to wander freely. Those who had not yet moved on could return to the mortal realm.

Some came to partake in offerings burned by their descendants, while others sought to communicate through dreams.

During this period, the balance between yin and yang was disrupted, with yin overpowering yang.

Ordinary people who frequently ventured outside were indeed more likely to encounter unclean entities, especially those plagued by misfortune or possessing weaker life forces.

“So, you’ve locked him in the bedroom?” Yao Yao raised an eyebrow, noticing the destined one’s instinctive glance toward the room and instantly deducing the situation.

The woman’s expression darkened. “Master, I had no choice but to lock him up—he might hurt someone.”

As she spoke, she pulled down the collar of her shirt.

Only then did the audience realize that despite the weather not yet turning to autumn, she was already wearing a high-necked top.

With the movement, fresh claw marks crisscrossed her exposed skin—some still raw, oozing tiny beads of blood. This sight left the viewers gasping in horror.

[Holy crap, that’s brutal!]

[This must be something nasty. No wonder the destined one locked him up.]

[Master, please help her! As a mother, seeing your child lose control is absolutely heart-wrenching.]

Seeing this, Yao Yao’s brow furrowed even more deeply. The calamity affecting the destined one’s child didn’t align with what she had described earlier.

A typical spirit possession wouldn’t result in such a fate.

She studied the destined one’s background for a moment before asking, “Young miss, do you have any cameras installed in your house?”

Clearly, that room belonged to the child.

For safety reasons, families often installed surveillance cameras in children’s rooms to monitor them, ensuring they didn’t fall out of bed or get into trouble.

“Yes,” the destined one nodded affirmatively.

Yao Yao continued, “Young miss, please retrieve the footage. I’d like to see what’s going on.”

She didn’t immediately instruct the woman to open the door, as her own methods had limitations. If the disturbance wasn’t caused by a ghostly presence, the situation would become far more complicated.

For instance, some cases involved animals transformed into malevolent spirits!

When the destined one heard that the master intended to intervene, she felt immense relief. She was a loyal viewer of this livestream, always tuning in with bated breath, feeling both tense and frightened. Thus, she was well aware of the master’s capabilities.

That was why, after her son fell ill, while her in-laws and husband scrambled to find other masters, she immediately turned to this livestream.

Originally, she planned to send private messages if the master wasn’t broadcasting, hoping against hope that her attempts would succeed.

At least this approach was better than their aimless efforts.

To her surprise, as soon as she entered the livestream, she found it active, with a pop-up link to the lottery. Almost instinctively, she clicked it—and miraculously, she won.

Filled with hope, the destined one followed the master’s instructions, retrieving the surveillance footage and displaying it on the television.

Switching the camera feed, the boy’s room appeared clearly on the livestream.

Yao Yao glanced at the screen and saw a young boy lying peacefully on the bed, looking completely calm.

This stark contrast to the violent behavior described by the destined one left the audience skeptical.

[He looks perfectly normal!]

[Is the destined one exaggerating? Maybe the kid is just misbehaving, and the injuries were accidental.]

But the destined one shook her head and explained, “No, Xiao Bao isn’t always in this state. Sometimes he’s perfectly normal.”

If he were constantly irrational, how could she possibly remain composed?

She looked at the master, hesitantly asking, “Um… um… have you figured out what’s wrong with Xiao Bao?”

This master was the most skilled expert she knew. If even the master couldn’t help, she truly had no hope left.

Fortunately, the destined one wasn’t disappointed. Under her expectant gaze, the master slowly nodded.

“There’s still time to save him.”

These words ignited a surge of hope in the destined one.

Eagerly, she pleaded, “Please, Master, save our Xiao Bao! Our entire family will be eternally grateful. We… we’ll dedicate a longevity tablet to you. Please, I beg of you.”

By the time she finished speaking, her face had flushed red with embarrassment. After all, offering such a humble gesture felt inadequate when asking for help.

But her family’s financial situation was modest. While she could afford to reward the master with a few thousand yuan, the tens of thousands offered by previous participants were beyond her means.

Yao Yao, however, shook her head. “Young miss, don’t thank me just yet. Perhaps you should thank the daoist artifact protecting your son.”

The destined one froze, perplexed. “Master, if Xiao Bao has been harmed by that thing, why should I thank it?”

Had she not trusted the master implicitly, she might have struggled to maintain her composure.

The audience, however, pricked up their ears upon hearing the term “daoist artifact.” This new terminology piqued their curiosity.

[Could it be that there’s more than one entity involved with the child?]

Based on the destined one’s description, her child alternated between normalcy and erratic behavior, almost as if two forces were battling for control of his body.

Such was the power of prolonged livestream viewing—it expanded the viewers’ imaginations.

“Is that really the case?” The destined one felt dazed after reading the comment.

Unable to formulate a counterargument, she turned her gaze back to the master.

Yao Yao calmly nodded and said crisply, “If not for that daoist artifact fiercely protecting your child’s body, what lies before you now might no longer be your son.”

“However,” she added gravely, “the artifact’s power is waning. It can’t hold on much longer.”

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