Com milhões de fãs e no auge da fama, Shen Xingyan recebeu repentinamente uma ligação da polícia. Do outro lado da linha, disseram-lhe que sua irmã, que ele acreditava estar morta há anos, na verdade
In the countryside, there are always some villages that harbor mysterious figures. Even as science advances rapidly, many people still hold deep faith in them.
Shen Family Village was home to one such figure.
At the foot of the mountain near the Nine Dragon Cauldron, there stood a small house. The true name of its owner had long been forgotten by the villagers. They simply called the family “Shen One-Cut.”
This was because his family had, for generations, made a living by wandering from street to street, selling various knives. But unlike ordinary merchants, they had a peculiar tradition: their knives were only sold on credit, never for immediate payment. Moreover, when selling, they would leave the buyer with a prophecy.
Only when the prophecy came true would they return to collect the agreed-upon payment.
Early one morning, Shen Manchang hurriedly ran toward Shen One-Cut’s house, carrying his granddaughter Shen Yuan, who had been dazed and unresponsive since playing with some village children the previous afternoon. His wife, Zhou Aizhen, followed anxiously.
Facing the twelve-year-old girl who opened the door, the elderly couple’s wrinkled faces were etched with worry. “Xiao Tang, please, you must save our Yuanbao.”
“Put her on the bed first, then tell me exactly what happened,” Shen Xiaotang said solemnly, wearing an inscrutable expression.
It had to be this way. With their master gone and her young age, the villagers could not trust her as they had trusted her master.
Shen Manchang himself was not entirely convinc