Chapter 276: She’s Gone Mad
The three years when Feng Congqian was in a coma were the three years when his relationship with Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu was the worst.
They wished he would just die outright; how could they possibly pay attention to when he would wake up or why?
As for Xie Qingya, their relationship with her wasn’t very close either. The only somewhat intimate contact was when Xie Qingya personally handed Feng Jingcheng that audio file with Feng Congqian’s recording after his parents died.
After that, she completely moved into the sanatorium to recuperate and had no further contact with them.
The three people, immersed in grief over their parents’ deaths, naturally didn’t notice anything unusual about Xie Qingya.
So now, seeing the expressions on the faces of the people in the living room—some showing understanding, others deep in thought—she always felt excluded.
“That makes sense,” Feng Langqing chimed in. “For someone ruthless enough to extract her second son’s living soul, leaving him in a coma for three years, taking away her eldest son’s ghost is nothing surprising.”
Nan Yuanman tilted her head. “I haven’t spent time with her, but I’ve fought the evil path practitioner she brought in.”
Yue Yaxin was full of confusion. “That old lady doted on Junhao a lot. With Junhao dead, why would she take his ghost away?”
Although Xie Qingya had tormented her plenty while alive, she truly spoiled her eldest son Feng Junhao.
She gave him the stars if he wanted the stars, the moon if he wanted the moon.
Yue Yaxin even suspected that if Old Master Feng hadn’t kept Feng Junhao by his side back then, he would have turned into a playboy wastrel under her indulgent love.
The Feng family brothers exchanged glances.
They didn’t know either!
Feng Congqian didn’t speak, his eyes slightly closed as he tried hard to recall what had happened when he was still a living soul.
Trying to find some clue from it.
But perhaps because he had returned to his body, the memories from when he was a living soul had become very fuzzy. The only thing he vaguely remembered was some words Xie Qingya kept saying in his ear.
He couldn’t remember those words clearly anymore, only a few fragmented words: “…give the body… to your big brother… you owe him…”
Feng Congqian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze darkening slightly as he spoke: “I know what she wanted to do by taking Big Brother’s soul away.”
“She wanted to bring Big Brother back to life.”
Including those three years when she hooked away his living soul and kept it by her side, it was all to vacate his body so Feng Junhao could possess it and ‘live’ again!
Yue Yaxin cried out in shock: “She’s crazy?!”
Never mind whether the dead can be resurrected—just look at how Feng Junhao’s corpse had already been cremated to ashes. How was he supposed to come back to life like that?
Suddenly, Yue Yaxin thought of something. She whipped her head around to look at Feng Congqian, stumbling on her feet as she murmured in disbelief: “She’s crazy. She really is crazy.”
Feng Congqian was her son too!
How could she… how could she…
Nan Yuanman also realized this layer of meaning. Her delicate and cute steamed bun face instantly scrunched up: “She’s too evil!”
She pursed her lips, then da-da-da ran to Feng Congqian, hugging him tightly. Her little short arms patted his waist as she cooed: “Don’t be scared, Daddy. Yuanman will protect you.”
Just thinking about her daddy’s body being used by his own mother as a vessel for another son to be reborn made her heart ache terribly.
Not to mention Daddy as the person involved.
If she knew her own body was being used by Mommy as a vessel for another sister, she would be heartbroken too.
Feng Congqian’s cold, hard brows and eyes instantly softened, a touch of warmth rising in his heart. He gently pulled Nan Yuanman into his arms: “Mm.”
“With Yuanman protecting me, I’m not afraid.”
Feng Yuli looked at Nan Yuanman and asked softly: “Yuanman, can you pinpoint your great uncle’s exact location?”
“I can’t pinpoint it,” Nan Yuanman shook her head. “His soul body seems blocked by something. Without Great Aunt’s wisp of soul trace, it couldn’t have been calculated today.”
“I can only figure out a rough direction. Brothers can follow that direction to search. Remember, it’s in the east near water.”
“Leave this to me. I’ll find her,” Feng Xingchi said lazily, stretching. His tall body rose from the sofa. “Finding ghosts is hard, but finding people is easy.”
“I’ll have my people follow that direction and dig out the hiding Xie Qingya.”
Yue Yaxin floated in front of him: “I’ll go with you.”
“I can sense Junhao’s presence.”
Feng Zining’s lips twitched, but he ultimately didn’t say the dissuading words.
Feng Xingchi looked at Nan Yuanman. She tilted her head, thought for a moment, then pulled out a sheet of yellow paper from her small shoulder bag. She took out scissors and snipped out a small paper figure in a few cuts, handing it to him: “Great Aunt, you can possess this small paper figure during the day. Let Second Brother take you along.”
“Come back if there’s danger. Don’t force it.”
“Remember, only if you stay alive can you bring back useful news, so I can rescue Great Uncle in time.”
Yue Yaxin nodded solemnly: “Okay, I understand.”
She turned into a wisp of green smoke and entered the small paper figure. Feng Xingchi took it, pinched Nan Yuanman’s chubby cheeks, and went off to handle it.
Nan Yuanman rubbed her chubby little cheeks like seal flippers and looked at Feng Yuli: “Big Brother, sleep with me tonight for now. I’m worried the Golden Light Divine Spell Talisman might not work well.”
Feng Yuli’s brows slightly raised, nodding happily: “Okay.”
Feng Langqing saw his smug look and couldn’t help saying: “Yuanman, I want to sleep with you too. What if she targets me?”
Nan Yuanman bit her fingertip in distress: “Oh, right.”
“Then… then let’s all sleep together.”
“Me too,” Feng Jingcheng joined in the fun.
Feng Zining and Feng Yanxiu didn’t have faces thick enough. Their lips moved, but they stayed silent, only watching eagerly as Nan Yuanman was carried off by them.
Feng Congqian: “…” Sure enough, a son is always an eyesore no matter when!
He shouldn’t have softened for a moment and agreed to Meng Qingwan’s request to keep her!
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That night, Nan Yuanman’s room was unusually lively, especially with Feng Langqing and Feng Jingcheng acting like two huskies freed from a seal. They kept rubbing and pinching her whenever they got the chance, chattering nonstop about how her kindergarten days were going.
Nan Yuanman stayed on high alert all night, staring at Feng Yuli, afraid that in one blink, his three yang fires would go out.
Feng Yuli was quite calm. After kicking the two huskies off the bed one by one, he gently patted Nan Yuanman’s back to coax her to sleep.
Nan Yuanman went from persistent vigilance at first to dozing off in a daze at some point.
When the school alarm Feng Jingcheng set went off the next morning, she jolted awake from her sleep and whipped her head to look at Feng Yuli.
Feng Yuli, also woken by the noise, frowned, pinched his brow, got up, and turned off the incessantly ringing alarm.
Seeing his three yang fires still burning strong, Nan Yuanman finally relaxed. But as she turned her head and saw Feng Langqing snoring away on the floor…
She realized this breath of relief had come too soon.
The three yang fires on Feng Langqing were dimming at an alarming speed! If she had woken a second later, they would have gone out!
“Third Brother!”
Nan Yuanman shot out like a little cannonball, pulling out Xiao Hong and duang slamming the small coffin onto Feng Langqing’s head.
Feng Langqing grunted but didn’t wake up.
