His head buzzed.
In the eyes of adults, although a five-year-old child understands many things, their age makes them significantly slower and weaker than adults.
Who could have imagined that the little one who was just ten meters away would suddenly appear right in front of him, and then whack him on the head with a horsetail whisk?
The strike left him so dazed that he almost fell backward, and just then, Little Milk Jin moved to the side, and Little Baldy's head crashed into his belly.
What a headbutt!
He stepped on the man, and the previously soft and mushy baby voice now had a different kind of dominance.
"This is for not obeying, for harming others, for taking blood money!"
Super fierce and adorable.
The little dust whisk swung with fierce might, hitting with unrestrained force that dizzied the man, nearly knocked him out, then jolted him back to awareness. His head was bashed with several bumps.
Quite violent.
The middle-aged man was hit several times before he realized it, his eyes swollen shut from the impacts.
He struggled with all his might, only to be horrified to discover that he couldn't break free from the control of the five-year-old little one.
What kind of monster was this? Was he even human?
Hurting others was easy but accurately predicting someone's future was the most difficult thing for a Feng Shui Metaphysics Master.
He had made a lot of money, but it wasn't earned through honest means, so he couldn't help feeling guilty.
His eyes shifted as he cried out, "I don't know what you're talking about! You attacked me out of the blue. Where are your parents? I want to find your parents. I want to hold you accountable!"
Little Milk Jin cooed menacingly, "The guilty party files the suit first. You know very well what you've done. Those who commit too many injustices will destroy themselves. You even dare to touch money stained with human blood. You might as well guess when you're going to die first!"
"What nonsense are you spouting?! I can't understand. I don't know! I'm going to call the police!"
Possibly encountering a professional, the middle-aged man's heart chilled, yet he still stubbornly refused to admit anything, looking for a chance to escape.
"If you won't guess, how about I calculate it for you?"
Tang Jin stopped his attack, jumped back, and looked at the man's face more clearly.
The five-year-old Little Bun, with beautiful, clear, pitch-black cat eyes, seemed to gaze straight through one's soul, sweeping the filth from inside out.
"You grew up in a small village, bullied the widow next door when you were fifteen, got expelled from the village at sixteen, learned a bit of divination, not very skilled, earnings too slow, so you resorted to crooked thoughts, taking on harmful jobs came naturally to you, and now all your wining and dining is financed by dirty money—"
"Don't... talk nonsense..." The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat, barely managing to prop himself up.
"Do you think by denying it, Jinjin won't be able to find you? Your clients even gave you a title, 'Yellow Spring Ghost Path.'
All correct!
"Who exactly are you?!"
He staggered to his feet and retreated in disgrace.
"I am from the Sanqing Taoist Temple, Tang Jin!"
One of the several prestigious Taoist temples recognized within the circle!
Even a five-year-old little one was this frightening?!
The middle-aged man completely panicked and turned to run.
A leg stretched out, tripping him with a clatter to the ground.
Rong Qing had initially worried and thought to step forward, but after seeing the one-sided thrashing by the little girl, he wisely stayed where he was.
Watching the tripped man ignore everything else and scramble into the greenery,
"Not going after him?"
Tang Jin, now holding the little dust whisk, reverted to the soft, sweet mode of Little Bun, "No need, he's involved in too many lives, he won't last long."
As she spoke, she lifted her gold-handled little dust whisk and chuckled twice, "I've helped as much as I could, the rest is up to you guys."
With a hint of rebelliousness and an air of adorable tyranny,
A strong wind suddenly blew through the park, rustling the leaves, the gusts following the direction the middle-aged man had left in.
Rong Qing, particularly sensitive to such matters, waved his hand toward a bodyguard hiding not too far away, signaling that there was no need to come over.
He lightly flicked the dark brown Buddha beads on his wrist and then let out a warm and gentle smile.
"What did Jinjin do?"
At this, Little Milk Jin couldn't be more proud.
"He learns those harmful things quickly because his life pattern has a strong malevolent energy. Bad things hardly dare to approach him. Jinjin's 'Yuanchi Fuchen' was specially made for him by his master; it can disperse the malevolent energy. Anyway, he's already done most of the work himself, so I'll just give him a hand."
Tang Jin lifted his little dust whisk.
Rong Qing stared thoughtfully at the whisk.
"There are other ways to solve your problem, and even if you are good-looking, Jinjin won't give it to you!"
Tang Jin hugged his little dust whisk close, his round cat eyes staring at Rong Qing—like a little kitten with bared claws, ready to scratch anyone who dared to provoke!
So cute.
And there was Little Baldy, with his shining bald head reflecting the moonlight, almost like a second moon on the ground.
If he had such a sister, life would certainly be interesting.
The usually composed young boy couldn't help it and chuckled behind his fingertip, white and slender, pressed against the corner of his lips.
"Then I'll wait for Jinjin to solve it for me."
He had moved next to Tang Jin, bending down halfway, his gaze level with Tang Jin's.
Tang Jin's big eyes blinked, and he also lifted a big smile, "Don't worry, Jinjin is super reliable."
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"And then there's..."
Tang Jin walked another circle under the tree, looking up with his little head.
The pagoda tree wasn't very tall, but not something a tiny human child could reach.
Finally, between the branches, he found a differently colored spot that was exposed.
He asked someone to take it down and unfold it, revealing a square piece of fabric with a complicated pattern.
"Sure enough, a white veil hides ghostly eyes; this was used to conceal someone's killings, but the formation has already been broken."
Tang Jin threw the white cloth into a copper basin, burning it cleanly along with the remaining half of the talisman paper.
Tang Jin looked at Rong Qing.
Rong Qing seemed to have thought of something and nodded lightly, "I understand, someone will take care of it later."
As he spoke, he took out his phone and smiled, "Shall we settle the bill?"
Money wasn't important.
What mattered was where else could one find such a generous and sensible good-looking financier!
Little Milk Jin's eyes curved into a smile.
"Two million, thank you for your patronage!"
With the dust whisk on his back, Tang Jin took out his phone.
The sound of donations coming through was like the sound of flowers blooming in the heart.
He passed over another code.
"We'll have to keep an eye on the effects on Rong Yinghui and my problem, let's add each other as friends."
It's prudent to know how to deal with a major financier.
"Sure thing, big brother!"
A moment later.
The youngster looked at the Little Money in his hands, Rong Qing looked at the account whose profile picture was that little dust whisk—they were both very satisfied.
Rong Qing closed his phone, dignified and polite.
"It's getting late, I'll take you home."
***
At the Tang family mansion.
Tang Micheng sat in the living room, staring at the clock on the opposite wall. Little Fatty looked frustrated, having eaten only half of his favorite cake and leaving it aside on the table.
The sound of the door opening came from outside.
He immediately jumped off the couch and ran towards the door, then slowed down his pace, lifted his chin slightly, and walked towards the door step by step.
Some little ones don't know how old they are, at this hour, how can they just run around outside?
Right after, a familiar, sweet and sticky, joyful baby voice rang out.
"I'm home now, goodbye brother!"