"Alright, alright, let's get back to business," the old Taoist clapped his hands.

My mom and dad stopped arguing.

After deciphering the encrypted conversation with the old Taoist, I finally understood.

Ten years ago, I had a high fever that couldn't be cured by various methods used by doctors.

Seeing this, the hospital directly issued a critical condition notice to my parents, asking them to prepare for my funeral.

This old Taoist happened to encounter me when he went to the hospital to buy plaster for his herniated lumbar disc.

He calculated using divination and said that although I had a turbulent life, it wouldn't lead to this calamity. Someone had stolen my luck.

However, it had been too long, and the old Taoist couldn't retrieve my luck.

Under the desperate pleas of my parents, the old Taoist sighed and used his only chance in his lifetime to perform a luck exchange.

He exchanged half of my mom's luck for mine, ensuring that I wouldn't die an untimely death in these years.

But as someone who lost their original luck, I became like a bottomless pit, absorbing the luck of people around me. Therefore, my mother and I couldn't meet normally.

"The heavenly path has its cycles!" the old Taoist sighed, "I calculated that you would encounter a noble person this year, but I never expected this, never expected."

"You actually encountered the person who stole your luck."

I was stunned.

Ten years ago, was it Chen Zheng and the others who took away my luck?

Were they the reason for the ten years of separation between my mother and me?

The old Taoist glanced at me and continued, "Yes, indeed. In fact, you have been quite unlucky. I suspect your fever affected your brain, and you didn't feel much over these years."

"The novel doesn't deceive me; the culprit always returns to the scene of the crime."

So, this purple aura I have is actually from my mother?

And I am inherently a bearer of bad luck.

Furthermore, this old Taoist really lacks emotional intelligence.

I didn't want to talk much and asked directly, "Should I give her the fetal hair directly?"

"You can't give it directly."

I frowned. Why does the old Taoist keep changing his mind?

"Then what should I do?"

"Stay in the cemetery for a few days, then go to the haunted house for a few days, you can also stay in a haunted house..."

I understood. The old Taoist wants me to bring back more Yin energy from these kinds of places, but isn't this going too far?

The old Taoist seemed to sense my thoughts and gave me a stern look.

"In troubled times, you must strike the saint first. Do you understand? If you repay enmity with virtue, how will you repay kindness?"