Chapter 275: Is This Right?
After Yue Yaxin was brought back to the Feng family villa by Nan Yuanman, she only met her three sons once and helped them resolve the misunderstanding about Feng Congqian.
For most of the remaining time, she was either sleeping in the small coffin or going to the grave to find Feng Junhao’s soul.
At first, Yue Yaxin also thought Feng Junhao’s soul would stay at the grave like hers, but after she went to check, she found that the grave was very clean and there was no trace of Feng Junhao’s soul.
At first, she and Nan Yuanman both thought Feng Junhao had gone for reincarnation, and planned to send Yue Yaxin to report to the underworld after this period was busy.
But just now, as a ghost in a coma, she rarely “dreamed” of Feng Junhao!
Yue Yaxin clutched her chest, her ghost energy unstable and surging violently, speaking at an extremely fast yet clear speed: “I saw him standing in a pure white space with his eyes closed, wrapped in white talismans, which seemed to be suppressing him.”
“He was in great pain, and he was asking me for help.”
Nan Yuanman was stunned. Ghosts couldn’t dream, unless what Yue Yaxin saw while sleeping was not a dream, but a real scene that Feng Junhao showed her.
Yue Yaxin trembled as she gripped Nan Yuanman’s wrist tightly, like a drowning person clutching the last straw: “Yuanman, I can be sure that your great uncle didn’t go to report to the underworld! He’s still in the human world! Can you divine where he is now? I want to find him!”
Yue Yaxin and Feng Junhao had a free love marriage, and their relationship was very deep; otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone specifically to the grave to find Feng Junhao, wanting to go with him to report to the underworld.
Now suddenly learning that he hadn’t gone to the underworld and was very likely still in the human world, even possibly in mortal danger, she couldn’t sit still at all.
Nan Yuanman was also stunned. She had never heard of ghosts dreaming after becoming ghosts.
But precisely because of this, she didn’t suspect Yue Yaxin’s words. Instead, she gently gripped her ice-cold palm and softly comforted her: “Great aunt, don’t worry. I’ll divine for you. Tell me your great uncle’s eight characters.”
When the Feng family members saw Nan Yuanman suddenly freeze, then suddenly grip at thin air and speak to the air, they instantly realized that Yue Yaxin had come out.
Feng Jingcheng’s sloppy sitting posture straightened in a second, and he tentatively called out to the air in front of Nan Yuanman: “Mom?”
Nan Yuanman snapped back, patted her forehead, and took out a talisman to ignite it.
The space distorted slightly, and Yue Yaxin’s pale and illusory figure slowly appeared in the sight of the Feng family members.
Feng Yanxiu’s body instantly sat straight, staring fixedly at Yue Yaxin, and softly called her: “Mom.”
Feng Yuli instinctively glanced around the living room, feeling fortunate in his heart that he had asked the servants to rest when he returned; otherwise, this scene of a figure appearing out of thin air would have scared who knows how many people.
Feng Congqian keenly extracted key information from Nan Yuanman’s earlier words. His heart sank slightly as he spoke: “Sister-in-law, has big brother met with trouble?”
Before asking this, Feng Congqian couldn’t help but think of the culprit behind his three-year coma—
Xie Qingya.
His biological mother.
But given how much she cherished Feng Junhao, she probably wouldn’t let him fall into danger, right?
The panic on Yue Yaxin’s face hadn’t faded yet. She shook her head lightly: “I don’t know either, but for some reason, I feel very uneasy right now.”
She looked at Nan Yuanman eagerly and told her Feng Junhao’s eight characters.
Nan Yuanman took a wisp of soul trace from Yue Yaxin and placed it over the copper coins to start divination.
Generally speaking, after a person dies and becomes a ghost, only underworld officials can track their whereabouts; onmyoji and Xuanmen sorcerers cannot divine their locations.
But Nan Yuanman was different. The coffin maker skills she learned wandered between the yin and yang realms, not to mention she had Yue Yaxin by her side, someone who had shared a lifetime of romance with Feng Junhao.
Yue Yaxin’s soul trace and Feng Junhao’s eight characters could assist her in divining the ghost’s whereabouts.
Everyone in the living room fixed their gazes on the small tea table where Nan Yuanman was divining. Feng Jingcheng nervously held his breath and subconsciously pinched his thigh to relieve his tense emotions through the pain.
Unexpectedly, no pain came from his leg.
Feng Jingcheng muttered to himself in his mind: Could it be that he didn’t pinch hard enough? He increased the force.
Feng Yanxiu, sitting beside him, endured it again and again but finally couldn’t hold back and slapped his hand away, gritting his teeth and whispering: “You’re pinching my leg, damn it!”
Feng Jingcheng: “……Sorry!”
This interruption eased the tense and heavy atmosphere a bit, and Nan Yuanman’s divination result gradually appeared.
Nan Yuanman looked at the divination result and let out a light “Eh?”
Yue Yaxin clutched her hands, unable to resist asking: “Yuanman, what does the divination result say?”
Nan Yuanman: “The divination result shows that great uncle is in a place east by the water, super super far from us. Besides that, there’s a wife-wealth line hidden in the divination, and wife-wealth represents a woman, meaning there’s someone he missed in life by his side, and he’s following that person.”
“His current situation is indeed not good. His soul body is bound and weakening day by day. If he doesn’t go to the underworld soon, in less than a hundred days, his soul will dissipate completely.”
Yue Yaxin listened, her whole face going blank.
Feng Yuli, Feng Xingchi, and Feng Langqing instinctively exchanged a glance with Feng Congqian, and the three said in unison: “Could that woman be Xie Qingya?”
Hearing this familiar yet strange name suddenly, Yue Yaxin was bewildered for a moment before reacting, her eyes slowly widening: “You… you mean, my hus… no, Xie Qingya took Junhao’s soul away?”
But wasn’t Xie Qingya just an ordinary person?!
How could she possibly have the ability to take Junhao away?
Feng Langqing seemed to see through Yue Yaxin’s doubt. He sneered and said: “Our dear grandma is not an ordinary person at all.”
“She was the culprit behind my dad’s inexplicable three-year coma. If Daoist priest Xuan Qingzi hadn’t pointed the way, letting big brother take dad to S City to meet Yuanman, dad might still be in a coma now.”
Feng Xingchi nodded in agreement: “She’s indeed not ordinary. Ordinary people can’t escape my tracking.”
Feng Xingchi managed the Feng family’s dark intelligence network, which had spread nearly worldwide as the Feng family developed.
Yet under this inescapable net, Xie Qingya vanished into thin air.
No news had come back even now.
Feng Zining had vaguely heard some of these things, but before Feng Congqian woke up, he was so busy his feet were hitting the back of his head, and he hadn’t paid much attention to this not-so-close grandma.
Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu were completely confused about what they were saying.
Feng Jingcheng looked at one, then the other: “Wait, what do you mean? My dad’s ghost was taken away by my grandma?”
“Is that right?”
Wasn’t his grandma just a frail, helpless old lady locked up in the sanatorium?
