Chapter 274: Like The Big Bad Wolf Grandma
Logically speaking, people who have had a formation set up on them or a spell cast on them will more or less have a mark targeted by the formation on their body.
Similar to when people from Miaojiang place a curse, the person cursed will have red threads, black handprints, and so on.
But Feng Yuli’s body was spotless, with nothing at all, not even a trace of evil aura.
Without a mark, she had no way to trace it back to find the person who set up the formation, making things a bit tricky.
Feng Xingchi watched Nan Yuanman slump in Feng Yuli’s arms, her chubby steamed bun face tense in thought, finding it unbearably cute. He couldn’t help but pick her up from Feng Yuli’s arms and asked in a pinched voice: “Yuanman, what are you looking for? Tell Second Brother, and he’ll help you find it.”
Nan Yuanman snapped back to attention and patted her little head. After entering the room, she had been eagerly searching Feng Yuli’s body for a mark and forgot to tell her father and brothers what happened.
“It’s like this…” Nan Yuanman quickly sat up straight and earnestly recounted everything that had happened to Feng Yuli from start to finish.
Then she asked him: “Big brother, can you check if anyone in this villa has ever taken your personal clothing, or perhaps your hair, fingernails, blood, or oh right, your Eight Characters.”
Both formations and sorcery require a medium.
The mediums for these wicked arts are mostly things not fit to be mentioned, but precisely because they are not fit to be mentioned, they are often easily overlooked in daily life.
Feng Yuli listened and fell silent. He thought for a moment and said hesitantly: “I usually handle my own personal clothing, but… as for blood, hair, and fingernails, quite a few people could have obtained them.”
In his earlier years, he had gone abroad to work as a Doctor Without Borders, living a rough life, and he had even donated blood. Quite a few people could have gotten samples of his blood.
Fingernails and hair were even easier.
After all, ordinary people in daily life rarely pick out these things for separate disposal; they usually just clip them and throw them directly into the trash can.
He didn’t know if someone might have rummaged through the trash right after he discarded it.
Nan Yuanman’s brows furrowed even tighter. In that case, the range of people to investigate was large.
The worst part was, she didn’t know now if the person behind this had targeted only Feng Yuli with the formation, or if they would target others as well.
Nan Yuanman bit her fingernail tip, racking her brains on how to protect her brothers. While thinking, she rummaged around in her small shoulder bag.
The other Feng family members didn’t disturb her.
Feng Congqian pondered for a few seconds and sent a message to Xuan Qingzi.
Xuan Qingzi didn’t reply to the message, so he directly called and said bluntly: “That’s not a formation. If it were a formation, even if destroyed by Yuanman, it would leave a mark.”
Nan Yuanman’s rummaging in her small shoulder bag paused slightly, her ears twitched, and she quietly perked up to eavesdrop: “According to what you said, after Yuanman stopped it, his fortune and life force returned to himself, with no traces left on his body. It’s very likely a forbidden technique.”
Nan Yuanman blinked her little eyes and asked doubtfully: “Forbidden technique?”
“That’s right. I heard about this forbidden technique when I was young. It’s a technique improved from those despicable things of r country’s group, called the Luck Stealing Technique.”
“It’s said that when the Luck Stealing Technique was still banned, r country onmyoji used this sorcery to draw fortune from people with excellent destiny within their borders to strengthen themselves, and refined them into puppets.”
“The fortune on those puppets is connected to their master, with luck so weirdly good!”
Fortune is something profoundly mysterious, but no one doesn’t want it.
On the battlefield, a bit of good fortune can save your life!
Nan Yuanman scratched her head: “But Grandpa said it was a formation…”
“Your grandpa? Old Man Nan? That coffin maker who only knows how to make coffins knows shit!” Xuan Qingzi said irritably: “When he was young, he couldn’t even distinguish between sorcery and formations!”
Nan Yuanman’s eyes instantly widened round. So, her omnipotent grandpa also had things he didn’t know?
After Xuan Qingzi finished speaking, he realized who he was talking to. He cleared his throat lightly, his voice turning gentle enough to drip water: “Yuanman, your grandpa can only teach you so little. How about this: come to Sanqing Temple and take me as your master. I’ll teach you everything I know, okay?”
Nan Yuanman politely refused: “No need, old grandpa. Having my grandpa is enough.”
Her way of dealing with ghosts had always been different from the people of Sanqing Temple, and their philosophies… differed by a tiny bit, somewhat forming her own school, so no need to take another master.
“I can teach you not only sorcery, but also curse techniques. You can learn corpse driving if you want! I know everything. You really don’t want to?” Xuan Qingzi’s voice sounded just like a maternal grandmother luring children.
Feng Jingcheng held back again and again, but couldn’t hold back and shouted loudly: “Me me me! Master! I can take you as my master! I’m not picky! I can learn anything!”
Xuan Qingzi turned cold in a second: “You’re too old. No.”
Feng Jingcheng: “?”
Feng Jingcheng broke down: “I’m only in my twenties! I’m still young! Where am I old!”
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips and smiled, like a little fox sneaking a laugh. She looked at the mobile phone in Feng Congqian’s hand and said: “No need for taking a master, old grandpa. Can you teach me how to break this sorcery?”
“I-I can give you money, or if you want a coffin, that’s fine too!”
Xuan Qingzi sighed regretfully: “…No need for the coffin.”
“The method to break this sorcery is very simple, yet also very difficult. Just find the caster and kill them.”
“But the caster is usually the beneficiary of the Luck Stealing Technique, with extremely good luck on them. Killing them is not easy.”
“In the short term, you can also suppress the sorcery by having him wear the Golden Light Divine Spell Talisman.”
Nan Yuanman earnestly noted it down: “I got it. Thank you, old grandpa.”
Hearing the soft and glutinous voice from the receiver, Xuan Qingzi’s tense face relaxed, a smile tugging at his lips uncontrollably. Reluctantly, he said again: “Yuanman, you really won’t consi…”
“Beep beep beep…”
Xuan Qingzi: “???”
Xuan Qingzi took the mobile phone away from his ear and saw that Feng Congqian had hung up at some point, then coldly and ruthlessly transferred him five hundred thousand yuan.
The message chat box only had his two words: [Reward.]
The anger Xuan Qingzi had just felt vanished instantly. He happily accepted the money. Now he had the funds to renovate Sanqing Temple!
As expected of the Feng family! So wealthy!
However…
Xuan Qingzi stroked his chin. Wasn’t this Luck Stealing Technique already banned internationally? How had it reemerged?
He thought for a moment and dialed another call…
Feng family.
Feng Congqian calmly put away his mobile phone and looked at Nan Yuanman: “No more worrying now, right? With the Golden Light Divine Spell Talisman protecting him, we have time to ferret out the person behind it.”
Nan Yuanman nodded. What she lacked now was time.
She refused to believe that the person who cast the spell could clean up their tracks so thoroughly!
Just as Nan Yuanman was about to check her previous stock of talismans to see if Old Master Nan had drawn any Golden Light Divine Spell Talismans, Yue Yaxin suddenly flew out from the small coffin.
She clutched her chest, looking panicked at Nan Yuanman: “Yuanman, I-I feel like your eldest uncle is in trouble!”
