The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 50: Do Fox Spirits Also Need to Sleep?

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Do Fox Spirits Also Need to Sleep?

"What happened?"

Grandpa’s voice appeared.

Yun Ying quickly walked in front of the Old Master, "Grandpa, I suspect Yun Qi of evil cultivation."

"What? Yun Ying, you shouldn’t speak carelessly, your sister is only five years old."

"So what if she’s five? There are historical cases of children practicing evil cultivation, and people’s nature can’t be changed. Just because she’s young, we can’t assume she won’t do bad things."

"Dad, Dad—" Yun Qiuce rushed over, pulling the Old Master aside, whispering to him, "It’s that female ghost trying to marry me. Yun Ying found something on Qi, suspecting Qi ordered her to harm people."

"Oh." The Old Master understood, glanced at Yun Ying, and directly said to Officer Liu, "This is a misunderstanding, my little granddaughter is only five, what could she know! Officer Liu, please return first, we’ll give 49 Bureau an explanation tomorrow."

Officer Liu had no intention to object; he also felt arresting a 5-year-old girl was simply absurd.

Yun Ying noticed his thoughts and tried to persuade him, "Officer Liu..."

Officer Liu waved his hand, "Miss Yun, since you suspect your sister, you should provide concrete evidence. I can’t arrest someone based on suspicion, especially a child."

After speaking, he said goodbye and left.

Yun Ying watched his back, stomping her foot in frustration, turning to glance at Grandpa and Uncle.

"You just let her off; you’ll see! When she causes trouble for the family one day, what will you do then!"

Finished, she stormed back to her room.

The room was silent for a moment, neither the Old Master nor Yun Qiuce knew what to say.

A sweet, childish voice broke the silence, "Qi will handle the trouble she caused herself."

The little chest puffed out with an air of taking responsibility.

"How can you say it’s your fault, it’s all Uncle’s fault."

"As long as you know." The Old Master raised his hand and slapped his son on the back of the head.

Yun Qiuce rubbed his head, "So what do we do now? How do we explain tomorrow?"

Yun Qi calmly returned to the sofa chair, continued playing games on her children’s watch, the electronic beep coming from it proved she was adept at playing, and Little Dumpling was so happy her eyes curved into crescents.

She looked up at Grandpa and Uncle’s worried faces, "Don’t worry, maybe 49 Bureau will drop the case themselves by tomorrow."

"How could that be, with such a clear murder case!" Yun Qiuce was full of disbelief.

...

At night, when everyone was asleep.

Yun Qi turned on the lamp, sat up from the bed.

Her snow-white bubble-sleeved nightgown made her look like a snowball, soft and round. She sat cross-legged, dialing a number on her children’s watch.

"Hello!" The childish voice was clearly transmitted through the current.

"Who is it, in the middle of the night, aren’t you letting people sleep?" The other side asked grumpily.

"Huh? Fox spirits need sleep too?"

"Qi," the irritation in the other person’s voice was instantly replaced by delight, then they said seriously, "How many times have I told you not to call me a fox spirit."

"But you are a fox spirit, what else would I call you?" Little Dumpling was puzzled.

"Sigh, you don’t understand, in the adult world, fox spirit isn’t a nice term. Anyway, what’s up?"

"Yeah!" The little voice was emphasized, and she even seriously nodded, not realizing the other side couldn’t see it. "A case has been tracked to me."

The other side was silent for a moment, then burst into wild laughter, "What Immortal is so capable to track it to you. Haha, Master Xiao Qi is in trouble too, I really am..."

Yun Qi’s face remained calm, the lamp’s light casting a soft yellow glow on her chubby cheeks, "If you mock me again, I’ll report you for eating fried chicken in the office during work hours."

The other side: ...

"Alright, alright, little one, getting angry will stunt your growth. It’s just a case, since it landed on you, it means the person handling it isn’t very skilled, I’ll have it dismissed."

"Thank you, Little Fox."

The two sharp ears atop the other person’s head twitched, "When are you coming back to Capital City, treat me to fried chicken."