The Little Ancestor of Xuanxue Came Down the Mountain, and His Seven Brothers Were Crazy About Him

[When the mysterious bell rang, the Qin family saw a soft and waxy girl shaking copper coins on the roof of the haunted house] "How can this disaster star only defeat his own family?" The seven young masters looked coldly at their adopted sister huddled in the ancestral hall. They didn't know that every time Zhou Ruxuan went hungry, she could see a clearer path of misfortune: her eldest brother's sports car would fall off a cliff on a rainy night, blood-colored wealth was floating in her father's study, and the cold-hearted and powerful grandmother's life was like a candle in the wind. On the eve of the tragedy, Xiaotuanzi stood on tiptoe and stuffed the safety charm into his brother's suit pocket. Until a fire broke out at the financial summit, only the heirs of the Qin family left early; until the real estate project collapsed, the president suddenly stopped the construction. Zouzhou, who was blocked by his whole family at the door of the Taoist temple, hugged the merit box tightly: "Transfer requires accumulation of yin virtue..." Eight pairs of hands pressed the black card into the bottom of the box at the same time: "First change your eight-digit monthly living expenses!" As everyone knows, the compass is pointing to the maternity ward twenty years ago - the real daughter who should have died young, and the abandoned baby of a wealthy family with a red line on her body.