There Are Always Monsters Trying to Steal My Son

Life-saving rules for father and son: If you can survive, fight until you die; If you can't fight, just run away. Where's the dad behind you? ... Son, remember to come back to get your daddy! --- Nine years ago, the Shen family in Jiangnan was wiped out overnight. Some say it was a monster that did it; Some people say that he was silenced by the emperor; Others say that the frail and sickly young son of the Shen family seems to be still alive. ——The rumors are correct. I do live. Not only was he alive, I also picked up a baby and named him Shen Zhiheng, nicknamed Tangyuan. A monster planted a lotus-branching charm on me. This spell gave me ten more years to live, and it also served as a reminder: Every year, a lotus petal blooms in my heart. The day when all ten lotus petals are in full bloom is the day when my soul returns to the River of Forgetfulness. Now, the lotus is scorching and has nine petals. I only have the last year left. The only way to survive is to take the glutinous rice balls to find Qi Jiuwei's legendary life-saving medicinal materials. But before I even touched the edge of the medicinal materials, I discovered—— There seems to be something wrong with the son I picked up. --- Tangyuan has a strange ability: As long as you encounter a dead person, you can "see" the strongest emotions and fragments of the deceased before death. He became a walking case retrieval machine, but he also became a delicious piece of "Tang Monk Meat" in the eyes of evil spirits. Taking a boat to Qingzhou, the son of a wealthy businessman died suddenly and mysteriously, and his orifices were filled with strange-smelling tea leaves. Tang Yuan touched the body, then pulled my clothes with a pale face: "Dad, the murderer is crying... She is in so much pain and hates me so much." During a happy event, the bride's hijab suddenly slipped off, revealing a skin full of blood and tears. She sniffed the glutinous rice balls and murmured: "Xiao Langjun, you... Smell so good." Staying in a deserted village at night, paper figures all over the street turned their heads silently, their empty eyes all "looking" at him. It's like looking at a plate of peerless delicacies... --- Solve a case and get a medicine. But with every step closer to the truth, the lingering cold fragrance becomes stronger. And those who smelled this fragrance were far more than just demons who wanted to eat him: The former Zhuma and the commander of the Demon Suppression Division stood in front of the door with a cold face: "This child has superpowers. If he stays with you, he will be in trouble. Why don't you leave it to me?" The eminent monk in the temple holds Buddhist beads and persuades with a gentle voice: "The little benefactor's aura is covered in dust. You should practice with my disciple, and you can reach the other side as soon as possible." Even the powerful Imperial Master, who lived deep in the palace, sighed quietly through the curtain: "This boy's destiny is special... He is actually one of the rare miracle medicines in the world." --- While I was coughing heart-breakingly, I kept the trembling glutinous rice balls firmly behind me. Tang monk meat? Follow you? As a medicine? Dream! This is a cub that I barely managed to protect for nine years. When it thunders at night, he will crawl into my bed holding a pillow. The little fool who sheds tears when he sees me vomiting blood. --- But when the clues of the murder point to the dusty royal secrets, When the imperial master's ferocious smile slowly overlapped with the shadow on the dragon chair, Only then did I realize that this battle was not just about our lives. It is about a conspiracy to subvert the country and an old debt drowned in a sea of ​​blood. And under my sick bones, which look like I have only one breath left, In order to protect the person behind him, he has the ferocity to burn everything. This time, there was no running away. Then, let's poke a hole in this day together. --- (Later) The disaster was over. I leaned against the door frame and coughed until the end of my eyes turned red. Shen Zhiheng squatted on the threshold, smoothing the black cat's fur, and whispered: "The first rule of the Shen family: Don't make daddy angry." "Article 2?" The young monk came over and blinked. "We can't let dad get sick. Whoever harms him will have nightmares every night." "Article 3?" The rival joked, leaning against the door. "Be careful of being overheard when you say bad things about people behind their backs?" Tang Yuan turned around and I was looking at him with a smile. The little miracle doctor came over with a dark concoction, and the whole courtyard was in a state of panic. The sun fell and it was just warm. It's great that we are all still alive. --- Note: 1. A Chinese-style suspense and strange unit drama, with nine independent cases, five people and one cat solving them as they go, with the plot as the main focus. 2. Character: Sick, beautiful, adoptive father × genius empathic son, with deep bond and daily warmth. Intention: Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, good demons also have feelings