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Chapter 349 Praying for the prosperity of my Duan family descendants

With Duan Yao in the capital, Han Xinyue once again took out the undergarment she had "stolen" from the Duan family's old house.

With each tick of the second hand, her heart clenched.

Song Beiyou once said that this calamity belongs to one person; no one knows when it will come, nor how it came about.

So everyone continued with their lives as usual.

It's time to eat, it's time to sleep.

However, Old Madam Duan at the Duan family's old residence was not sleeping soundly.

Her eyes were closed, but she kept frowning in her sleep, as if she were having a nightmare.

Song Beiyou was still menstruating, and perhaps because she was tired after returning from the family resort, she had been lying in bed.

Duan Yao was diligent, working earnestly without paying any attention to those nonsensical theories of witchcraft.

Even late at night, he would still discuss plans with Yan Li and hold cross-border video conferences.

That theory of witchcraft, that great calamity, was indeed etched in his heart, but so what?

He dislikes a passive life the most. He will continue to live at the same pace as in the past, and wait for everything else to happen.

......

A minute passed quickly.

As the hands of the clock struck midnight and overlapped with the hour and minute hands at 12, Han Xinyue took out the dagger she had prepared beforehand.

The sharp tip of the knife gleamed in the dark night.

Then, seeing Han Xinyue impatiently raise her hand, the tip of the knife made a cut on her left index finger.

Although the cut was neither deep nor shallow, fresh blood gushed out immediately and dripped down.

Upon seeing this, Han Xinyue's heart raced, and she dripped blood onto the swaddling clothes on the table.

As the liquid dripped, he learned the sorcery incantations that Mo Yundu had taught him.

Each time I silently repeated it, I felt like I couldn't breathe, fearing that I would fail again today.

Persistence was key; ten drops of blood were dripped onto the swaddling clothes within twenty seconds.

By the time it was finished, the blood droplets had already completely soaked into the swaddling cloth.

It was night, the light was terrifyingly dim, but the blood on the swaddling clothes was both glaring and suffocating to look at.

Even after the blood was dripped out, Han Xinyue's gaze remained fixed on the swaddling clothes.

Mo Yundu had told her that if she succeeded, the glaring red of the blood would slowly disappear little by little.

In the end, it blended into the swaddling clothes, and not a trace of blood could be seen.

At this moment, Han Xinyue kept Mo Yundu's words firmly in mind, and her whole body remained tense, afraid that she would not be able to do as Mo Yundu said.

However, a miracle happened in the next second.

The blood that was so glaring just a second ago vanished in an instant.

Yes, it's that kind of suddenness that's visible to the naked eye.

Han Xinyue thought she was seeing things and rubbed her eyes.

But as it turned out, Mo Yundu's words came true, and joy instantly appeared on her face.

There's a certain thrill in having already succeeded halfway through something.

This prompted Han Xinyue to clasp her hands together, facing the heavens, and silently utter two words of gratitude and a prayer for continued success.

Of course, she knew without praying that things would go smoothly.

Mo Yundu also told her that as long as the blood and the swaddling clothes became one, the owner of the swaddling clothes would definitely set off in a very short time and head towards her direction.

Thinking of this, Han Xinyue began to silently count the distance from the Duan Group to her home.

It takes about half an hour by car.

Half an hour isn't much; we've waited for over twenty years, so this half hour is incredibly relaxing.

The door wasn't locked, as if it were for visitors. She turned around, ran to the most conspicuous spot by the door, and turned on the lights inside.

With the lights on, the previously pitch-black room became much brighter, and at least it didn't look as eerie as before.

Then she noticed that the unlocked door was slightly ajar, leaving a crack.

Since it's a face lock, it won't be able to unlock when people arrive.

After completing this series of actions, she continued to stand directly opposite the main entrance of the house and waited, counting down.

Half an hour, thirty minutes, eighteen hundred seconds—she began to count down with perfect precision.

Meanwhile, at the other end, a high-performance bulletproof sedan worth a fortune sped along the main road of Beijing, passing one intersection after another and running one red light after another at an extremely fast speed, heading towards Jinxiu Villa.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and although the road we were driving on was a main road, there were few pedestrians and vehicles.

Otherwise, with this kind of driving and running red lights, a major accident is bound to happen.

The car continued to speed up until it reached Jinxiu Villa, at which point the driver in the main seat slowed down.

The car was heading directly into the underground parking lot of Jinxiu Villa.

The parking lot at Jinxiu Villa only allows vehicles registered by the owners to enter. As soon as the car arrived, the gate opened smoothly.

In other words, the owner of this car is undoubtedly a resident of Jinxiu Mountain Villa.

After the car entered Jinxiu Villa and found a parking space, the driver got out.

A tall figure stepped out of the car, his gaze somewhat vacant, and his clothes were not particularly well-fitting.

And so, with a long stride, he headed off in a strange manner toward the elevator lobby of Building 2.

At the same time, Song Beiyou, who was fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in bed.

Gu Panpan in the next room also realized something was wrong in her sleep, woke up, got up and wrapped herself in her cartoon bathrobe.

The old lady Duan, who hadn't slept very peacefully, simply stopped sleeping. She stood up and went to the window, offering her most sincere prayer to the pitch-black sky, "May everything go smoothly for my Duan family's descendants."

Old man, my second son and his wife, if you know this in the afterlife, please protect the peace and tranquility of our Duan family.

She has always been a materialist and neither believes in Buddhism nor in evil spirits.

Now it seems I need to find some time to go to the temple and be truly devout.

I couldn't sleep, and for some reason, I just kept standing by the window.

On the other side, the countdown continues.

Han Xinyue was incredibly precise; she counted 1,800 seconds without a single mistake.

Now we've counted to eleven, ten...

The closer I got, the faster my heart raced.

It has to be said that, whether it was due to the lighting or the effect of witchcraft, she suddenly looked exactly like Song Beiyou.

Bright and beautiful, yet with a touch of coolness.

Perhaps because of the importance of this day, she put on makeup, her red lips were bold, and she looked stunning.

The lips continued to open and close, "Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four..."

With only three counts left, the rise and fall of his chest was now visible to the naked eye.

Those eyes dared not blink, for fear of missing something, staring intently at the door she had left a crack open.

Just then, the elevator doors opened. Despite her extreme nervousness, Han Xinyue didn't stop counting down, "Three, two, one!"

As soon as the countdown ended, the door was indeed opened.

A tall figure entered from outside the door.