Xia Zhihuai was a top-tier star who rose to fame at a young age. However, after his group disbanded, he encountered a series of unexpected accidents, facing a streak of bad luck.

One day, the police asked him to claim a three-and-a-half-year-old runaway child who claimed to be his younger sister. When they first met, the little one had a serious expression and solemnly told him that he was about to face a big wave of bad luck. Xia Zhihuai rolled his eyes in disbelief, thinking, "Who would believe such nonsense?"

However, a few days later, Xia Zhihuai lost all his resources and completely faded from the spotlight. In pain and frustration, he resolutely went back to hold onto little Wanwan's short legs, begging, "Boss, help me." But Wanwan replied, "Helping for you is impossible. Brother, you'd better come back home and farm with me."

Since returning to his hometown and starting farming, Xia Zhihuai felt that his previous self was a fool. Why struggle when living a leisurely life as a slacker? Every day, he enjoyed the spiritual fruits and vegetables, witnessed his cute little sister's full of enthusiasm, and also live-streamed the daily life of farming in the countryside. Watching various top-tier figures from different realms paying big money for his family's produce, Xia Zhihuai's life became more and more comfortable.

On the other hand, seeing her brother becoming more plump, Wanwan fell into contemplation. "Why are other people's brothers so outstanding while my brother is a lazy bone?" So every day, Wanwan asked, "Fellow immortals, how can I motivate my brother to strive for progress? Waiting online, quite urgent."

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Before midnight, the entire hospital ward became eerily quiet. 


Piao Yuzhou, Long Xiangtao, Li Fengwen, and Li Lu left the ward, taking a leave to wait for tonight’s “visitor” in the adjacent room. 


Xia Zhihuai held Wanwan in his arms, hiding in the restroom, subconsciously trying to hold his breath as he soon felt difficulty in breathing. 


Wanwan, a small bundle in his embrace, yawned sleepily, on the verge of tears from exhaustion. 


“Is it really okay for both of us to stay in the restroom?” 


Xia Zhihuai felt a chill on his scalp, as the restroom, not particularly spacious, seemed to be filled with a cold draft. 


Wanwan’s eyelids fought to stay open, weakly humming a couple of times, almost falling asleep. 


A strange sound suddenly echoed in the silent room. 


Xia Zhihuai shivered, shaking Wanwan in his arms, causing the little child to complain unhappily. 


He quickly covered Wanwan’s mouth with his hand, gesturing with his eyes towards the door. 


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