Chapter 277: Meeting
Not only did he not wake up, his breathing became weaker and weaker.
Feng Jingcheng, who had similarly shamelessly stayed behind, was startled awake by Nan Yuanman’s cry. He sat up with a whoosh, asking groggily with sleepy eyes: “Yuanman, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Feng Yuli also looked toward the floor by the bed: “Yuanman?”
“Third Brother’s condition isn’t good.” Nan Yuanman lay on Feng Langqing’s body, her heart sinking slightly as a bit of anger surged up.
The person behind this was simply too vicious! Unable to draw life force and fortune from Big Brother, so drawing from Third Brother instead!
Outrageous! Too outrageous!
Nan Yuanman gritted her teeth and pressed the small coffin firmly onto Feng Langqing’s glabella, shouting to Feng Yuli: “Big Brother, give me my small shoulder bag!”
Feng Yuli hurriedly handed her the small shoulder bag. Nan Yuanman quickly rummaged inside and pulled out a medicine talisman, soul-calming talisman, and Golden Light Divine Spell Talisman, slapping them onto several of Feng Langqing’s major acupoints.
She then quickly cut out a small paper figure with a sullen steamed bun face, swiftly recited an incantation, conjured a ball of fire in her hand out of thin air, and burned the small paper figure: “Go! Find the location of the mastermind behind this and come back to tell me!”
A wisp of white mist invisible to ordinary eyes slowly dissipated along the direction of Feng Langqing’s leaking fortune.
While Nan Yuanman was busy saving Feng Langqing, at that moment, Feng Langqing arrived in a pure white space.
Feng Langqing was wearing pajamas, looking bewildered as he glanced around left and right, unable to figure out how he had gone from just sleeping to suddenly arriving in this strange and unfamiliar place in the blink of an eye.
“A dream?” Feng Langqing pinched himself hard—it didn’t hurt, so it must be a dream.
He followed his instincts and walked casually in the pure white space, idly wondering why he was having this dream and what it symbolized, when he suddenly noticed someone standing ahead.
Feng Langqing blinked, let out a soft exclamation, and walked toward that person. Upon getting close, he saw that the person was covered in layer upon layer of white runes, binding him like a cocoon.
Looking at that person’s face…
Feng Langqing looked stunned: “Feng Junhao?!”
In his daze, Feng Junhao seemed to hear his own name. The corners of his lips couldn’t help but reveal a bitter smile—was it another hallucination?
Why did it seem like he heard someone calling his name?
“Feng Junhao! Feng Junhao! No, Uncle! Uncle! Wake up quickly!” Feng Langqing boldly pushed hard at Feng Junhao’s figure wrapped in white talismans, shouting loudly at him.
Feng Junhao suddenly felt the world shaking. His eyelashes trembled lightly as he slowly opened his eyes. Upon seeing Feng Langqing in front of him, he was instantly shocked: “Langqing?! How are you here? Did she capture you too?!”
Feng Langqing was dumbfounded: “Captured? Captured by whom? Isn’t this my dream?”
No, how could Feng Junhao appear in his dream? Could it be because he had thought of him before falling asleep last night?
This was no dream! This was a magic tool that Xie Qingya had specially obtained from the Cult Leader to prevent him from escaping and to stop his soul from dissipating!
Though he didn’t know how Feng Langqing had appeared here, Feng Junhao knew this was an opportunity!
An opportunity to get information out and to free himself!
Feng Junhao hurriedly said: “Langqing, listen to me. My mom… Xie Qingya took my ashes and soul to a small fishing village called Jiudao Wu in country r! When you get back, immediately tell A Qian this news and have him bring people to capture Xie Qingya! Don’t let her continue going astray!”
He knew that Xie Qingya had done unforgivable things to Feng Congqian, but as her son, he couldn’t bear to watch her continue down the wrong path and keep harming innocent people!
Feng Langqing, suddenly receiving such shocking news, was stunned. He opened his mouth: “I…”
Before he could finish speaking, his body rapidly faded in front of Feng Junhao. At the same time, the now awake Feng Junhao suddenly felt a deep fatigue from his soul. He tried hard to stay awake but ultimately closed his eyes in despair, sinking back into chaotic slumber.
“Failed again.”
Takubo Fuga looked at the scarecrow on the altar slowly turning to ashes, her extremely dark brows slightly raised, a hint of interest appearing on her face: “That master protecting the Feng family members has some real skill. If we can capture them, we could make a very powerful puppet.”
Xie Qingya neurotically bit her bloody fingertip: “Failed? Why did it fail again? How could it fail?”
Did Heaven favor the Feng family members this much?!
Takubo Fuga seemed not to notice Xie Qingya’s neurotic state and calmly asked: “Shall we continue?”
“Ugly truth upfront: two failed Luck Stealing Techniques, the third one might not succeed either.”
“Continue!” Xie Qingya seemed possessed, gritting her teeth: “If this one doesn’t work, move on to the next!”
They were just a few unworthy bastards! It was their honor to contribute to A Hao’s resurrection!
As for those three biological children of A Hao… no matter. As long as A Hao was alive, there would be as many children as wanted!
If they knew they had given their lives for Dad’s resurrection, they would be happy too!
“Alright, I respect your wishes.” Takubo Fuga said good-naturedly: “However, your son’s soul can’t withstand a fourth torment. If you don’t send him to heaven soon, he will completely dissipate between heaven and earth.”
Takubo Fuga simply didn’t want trouble from Xie Qingya after her son’s soul was worn away and dissipated by the Luck Stealing Technique.
Tsk, if not for this old woman catching the Cult Leader’s eye, she would have turned her into a puppet long ago.
Xie Qingya bit her fingertip harder and harder, a mix of conflict and madness appearing on her face. Finally, she gritted her teeth: “Continue.”
“My son will understand me. He definitely wouldn’t bear to leave his old mother behind like this. He will surely understand me…”
Takubo Fuga said nothing and slowly cleared the mess on the altar, preparing for the next Luck Stealing Technique.
At the same time, at the Feng family.
Feng Langqing suddenly sat up from the floor like a corpse rising, his forehead colliding heavily with Feng Jingcheng’s, who had leaned in close to check on him.
“Ahhhh—!”
“Ow!!”
The two grown men instantly grimaced and let out undignified sounds.
Ignoring the pain on his forehead, Feng Langqing urgently grabbed Nan Yuanman and said: “Yuanman, I dreamed—no, I saw Feng Junhao!”
“He told me he was taken by our grandma… Xie Qingya to a small fishing village called Jiudao Wu in country r! He told Old Man to hurry and bring people to capture her!”
Tears welled up in Feng Jingcheng’s eyes. Upon hearing this, he lunged forward: “What? You saw my dad?! Where did you see him? How did you see him?!”
Feng Langqing briefly explained how after falling asleep, he had gone to a pure white space.
A look of realization dawned on Nan Yuanman’s face. No wonder the divination result showed far away—it really was far, even out of the country!
“Oh no!” Nan Yuanman looked at Feng Langqing’s gradually recovering life force and fortune, her heart sinking: “Quickly call Second Brother back!”
With the Luck Stealing Technique failing repeatedly, Xie Qingya would surely target Second Brother next!
