Chapter 072: The Five Elements Soul-Transferring Incantation

Bang!

With a single palm strike, the woman crashed straight into the bus door. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed onto the ground, unconscious just like the man.

Cradling the infant in the swaddling cloth with one arm, I found it strange—the child, once in my embrace, stopped crying entirely and instead stared at me wide-eyed. He reached out a finger and popped it into his mouth, sucking quietly.

He was a charming little one, and luck had truly favored him. Had I not gone to send Yunye off, perhaps I never would have witnessed a mother, drained and desperate, wandering the waiting hall with a photo of her one-year-old, asking every traveler if they had seen her child.

Yunye had already boarded his flight by then; otherwise, had he seen this scene, he surely wouldn't have left today. When the mother finally approached me, I asked a few more questions out of concern.

The child had gone missing just an hour prior. She had intended to take her daughter home to her family, but in the brief moment she turned away, the little girl vanished. The mother had been standing in a blind spot, so the surveillance cameras captured nothing useful.

Her child was a little girl, once blessed with thick, dark hair. Yet now, she had been shorn to a bald head. Though her clothes and hairstyle were changed, her face and eyes remained unmistakable. I never imagined such coincidence, but in that instant as they boarded the bus, I was certain—the baby they carried was the missing child from the waiting hall.

The wailing sirens outside snapped me from my thoughts. The driver, seeing the police arrive, immediately opened the door, and the man and woman tumbled out onto the pavement.

The passengers, emboldened by the police presence, pointed at me, voices rising in a cacophony. “Officer, it’s him! Not only did he assault people, he also disrupted the driver! Arrest him now!”

I ignored the noise, lifting my gaze to the officer approaching me. “Brother Hao, so it’s you.”

“Jiang Huai? Why are you here? You’re not the type to cause trouble.”

I was about to reply, but the child in my arms began to cry again. Without hesitation, I handed the baby to Wang Zihao, smiling as I said, “Just a tip—his mother has gone mad searching for him at the airport. The two lying outside dabble in some shady business. If you interrogate them carefully, you might uncover something useful.”

Wang Zihao’s brow furrowed; he knew me well and didn’t believe I was a troublemaker. He immediately ordered his men to cuff the unconscious pair.

This stunned the bus passengers, who remembered my earlier words—I have friends at the police station.

My part was done. Leaving the bus, I walked away amid the astonished stares of everyone else.

I always thought the events on the bus were just a minor interlude. Never did I expect that my fate would remain entwined with that child far beyond this brief encounter.

Four days after Yunye’s departure, at eight-thirty in the evening, I had just closed up the shop, preparing to wash clothes and shoes. I’d barely filled a basin with water when gunshots sounded at the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Go easy—don’t break my door with those knocks!”

Still with soap suds on my hands, I opened the door to see a woman, her face streaked with tears, standing outside, crying loudly.

Wasn’t this the mother from the airport, the one searching for her child?

I’d found her daughter, so why was she knocking on the funeral home’s door in the dead of night, sobbing so bitterly?

“My child is dead... My child is dead... sob, sob...”

Dead? That declaration left me utterly bewildered. On the bus, her daughter had seemed blessed by fortune. How could she be dead after just a few days?

After calming her as best I could, I brought her inside, seating her on the sofa. I washed the foam from my hands and poured her a cup of warm water. Sitting across from her, I gently asked about her child, what had happened, and what I could do to help.

Her name was Qin Ruo, the mother whose child I had rescued. The recovery of her daughter should have been a joyous occasion, but fate had other plans. Last night, her one-year-old was suddenly struck by fever, her body burning hot to the touch.

Qin Ruo, unfamiliar with such symptoms, wrapped the child in her coat and rushed to the hospital. But it was already too late. On the way, the girl began vomiting black clots of blood. Three hours of emergency treatment at the hospital failed—the child never made it off the operating table.

Her death stunned all the doctors involved. They told Qin Ruo that the child’s internal organs seemed burnt, charred as if by fire. Most shocking of all, her veins held not a drop of normal blood—only the same black clots she had vomited.

As Qin Ruo recalled these events, she trembled uncontrollably, clutching the cup with no awareness of the hot water within. Suddenly, she looked up at me. “My daughter’s body was hotter than this water.”

She set down the cup, and I saw her palm was red and blistered in places.

“Boss, can you help me?”

“What do you need from me?”

Qin Ruo took out her phone, searching until she found a photo, which she placed before me. I looked closely—it was the corpse of the little girl I had rescued, but on her back, someone had carved a twisted symbol with a knife.

Qin Ruo explained, “The doctors found this after the surgery. They said the child didn’t have it when she entered the operating room. Why did this appear on her body?”

Seeing I remained silent, she seized my hand tightly. “Boss, I was referred here by someone I trust. They said your family could help. Please, you must help me...”

I slowly shifted my gaze from the photo and uttered, “Soul Crossing Spell.”

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