Catching Ghosts with a Baby Bottle, Scaring the Villain's Whole Family Senseless

The down-and-out Third Master Qin brought home a three-year-old girl from a ruined mountain temple. She survived by scavenging for scraps.

The Qin family was in dire straits: the old master was in a vegetative state, the eldest uncle was paralyzed from the neck down after a car accident, and Third Master Qin himself was plagued by bad luck and on the verge of bankruptcy.

But the moment three-and-a-half-year-old Nuonuo stepped inside, she pointed with her little hand and said, “Daddy, don’t cry. I caught all the evil ghosts in the house!”

What? Grandpa was unconscious because a trusted aide had stolen years from his life? The eldest uncle was paralyzed because someone had put a curse on him? And Mom’s disappearance was because a rival had made her a sacrificial offering in an evil ritual?

Nuonuo was furious. She pulled out her little wooden sword. “You stole my family’s fate! Spit it all out!”

She broke deadly traps, executed wicked cultivators, and foiled conspiracies! The villains who had once trampled the Qin family cried out in agony as Heaven punished them.

The reclusive bigwigs of the capital’s elite circles fought to get in line, kneeling to beg Nuonuo to become president of the Feng Shui Association.

Hugging her baby bottle, Nuonuo hid behind her father. “Does the president get milk? Let Daddy do it instead. He’s really good at accounting!”

The bigwigs didn’t dare cross this little ancestor, so they had no choice but to make Third Master Qin the richest man in the capital and the leader of the entire mystical world!