Chapter 175: Are You Sixth Brother’s Mother?
Nan Yuanman’s sudden movement drew the attention of everyone in the hospital room. Xiao Qidong didn’t dare to move, rolling his eyes to try hard to look at her hand on his forehead, and asked nervously: “This, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Nan Yuanman withdrew her hand: “Just pay more attention to falling objects from high places for the next seven days, try not to go out at night, and if you absolutely have to go out, it’s best to have someone with strong yang energy accompany you.”
Xiao Qidong’s heart raced at her words, and he couldn’t help asking: “What if I don’t pay attention?”
“What else could happen?” Nan Yuanman spread her small hands: “We’d just be waiting to attend your funeral banquet.”
Xie Yifei couldn’t help sucking in a cold breath: “That serious?”
Nan Yuanman nodded her little head: “Yes, that serious.”
She looked at Xiao Qidong: “Whether you follow my advice is up to you. We in this line of work never force clients to make any decisions.”
Xiao Qidong swallowed his saliva, moistened his dry throat, and said repeatedly: “I’ll listen, I promise I’ll listen!”
After experiencing these weird events, Xiao Qidong cherished his life greatly. Not only did he firmly remember Nan Yuanman’s warnings, but he also bought another amulet from her worth one thousand yuan.
At this point, Feng Jingcheng’s matter could be considered concluded for now. The relaxed Nan Yuanman yawned frequently; after all, finding people and performing exorcisms consumed a great deal of essence and energy.
Feng Congqian stepped forward wanting to pick her up from the accompanying stool and take her home to rest first, but he saw Feng Jingcheng, sitting on the bed, shift over a bit and pat the empty spot beside him, saying somewhat unnaturally: “If you’re sleepy, come sleep here. I slept for a bit, and I’m not sleepy now.”
Feng Congqian’s movements paused slightly. Nan Yuanman stared at him for a moment, then looked away at the spot beside him. Without standing on ceremony, she kicked off her shoes, and her small body pounced, lying directly beside him, saying softly: “Thank you, Sixth Brother.”
Feng Jingcheng coughed lightly, turning his head away without looking at her, but his hands honestly pulled the blanket over her: “What’s there to thank? Don’t overthink it. I’m just being a bit nicer to you because you saved me.”
After saying this, Feng Jingcheng’s expression stiffened slightly, a trace of annoyance appearing on his face.
That wasn’t what he meant…
Nan Yuanman huddled in the blanket, pursing her lips in a stealthy laugh: “I know.”
The child with no energy fell asleep extremely quickly. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the next second Nan Yuanman was asleep, even snoring softly.
Feng Congqian’s eyebrows rose slightly, and he looked meaningfully at Feng Jingcheng. Feng Jingcheng touched his nose unnaturally: “Why are you looking at me like that? She’s so sleepy, and there’s a bed here, so let her sleep. Why bother going home?”
“Jingcheng has grown up.” Feng Congqian chuckled lowly and said: “Then I’ll leave Yuanman in your care for now. I’m going to report that we’re safe to your brother and Little Two.”
“I suddenly remembered, I have something to take care of too. Little Six, take good care of Yuanman!” Meng Qingwan cleared her throat, patted Feng Jingcheng’s shoulder, got up, and left with Feng Congqian.
Feng Jingcheng: “???”
He stretched out his Erkang hand: “Hey! No! Wait! I don’t know how to take care of kids—!”
Xie Yifei said cheekily: “I know how to take care of kids! I took care of my little niece when she was young. Sixth Bro, how about I take care of little Yuanman?”
Feng Jingcheng irritably lowered his voice: “Get lost! I don’t need you!”
Xie Yifei felt aggrieved. Wasn’t it you who said you didn’t know how to take care of kids? He offered to help, but you refuse. Men are so hard to please…
Nan Yuanman, who was sleeping soundly against Feng Jingcheng, seemed startled by his suddenly raised voice, frowning unhappily and humming in displeasure.
Feng Jingcheng tensed up all over, patting her back gently in a somewhat unfamiliar way, coaxing her softly to continue sleeping.
At that moment, Meng Qingwan, who had already left the hospital, turned back worriedly for a glance and said anxiously: “Is it really okay to leave Yuanman with Little Six? He was still so hostile toward you before…”
“Little Six isn’t the kind of child who can’t distinguish right from wrong, not to mention…” Feng Congqian recalled Nan Yuanman’s frequent glances toward the spot beside Feng Jingcheng, suppressing the absurd guess rising in his heart, and said lowly: “Yuanman might… be able to help Little Six resolve his heart knot.”
Meng Qingwan thought of Feng Jingcheng’s heart knot and sighed heavily: “I hope so. It’s been so long since those events; I hope that child can truly move on.”
After all… Feng Jingcheng was the child his parents protected with their lives. If they were still here, they wouldn’t want Feng Jingcheng to live so decadently.
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Nan Yuanman slept straight through until evening. She slept so deeply that Feng Jingcheng feared she had stopped breathing, secretly reaching out several times to check under her nose.
Only after confirming she was still breathing did he heave a heavy sigh of relief.
Xie Yifei and Xiao Qidong’s bodies were still weak, and they also fell asleep on the bed in the afternoon. In the vast hospital room, only Feng Jingcheng remained awake.
He leaned against the headboard, scrolling news on his mobile phone, occasionally glancing at Nan Yuanman sleeping curled up beside him with her little fists clenched. Suddenly, Feng Jingcheng felt a chill on his body, and in a daze, he saw a shadow ferociously pouncing toward him.
The shadow hadn’t reached him when it was knocked away by another shadow.
The two shadows tangled together in the hospital room, and the light bulb suddenly made a sizzling sound, flickering on and off like it was broken.
This weird scene made Feng Jingcheng’s limbs go cold. Trembling, he hugged Nan Yuanman, vigilantly watching the two shadows entwined together.
Nan Yuanman only felt like people were arguing nonstop in her dream.
A hoarse male voice roared: “Get lost! This body is mine! The master promised me! Let me possess his body and enjoy his destiny! Don’t get in my way, or I’ll call the master to take you away!”
Another female voice sneered: “Pah! You piece of trash want to possess my son? See if I don’t scratch your face off! And that so-called master, if you dare call him, let’s see if he takes me or I kill him!”
The male voice was furious: “You’re asking for death!”
The female voice spat: “The one asking for death is you! Take my Nine Yin White Bone Claw!”
The two started fighting again with yells.
Nan Yuanman couldn’t help covering her ears and shouted unhappily: “All of you shut up! Stop making noise!”
Feng Jingcheng, who didn’t even dare breathe, feeling the hospital room eerily quiet, suddenly heard Nan Yuanman’s words and paled instantly, his voice trembling: “I-I didn’t say anything…”
The two in the hospital room who were fighting—no, the two ghosts—also stopped, turning together to look at Nan Yuanman, who was rubbing her eyes and emerging from the blanket.
Nan Yuanman yawned, pouting unhappily, looking grumpily at the male ghost and female ghost in the hospital room, and said irritably: “Uncle, Auntie, do you know disturbing someone’s sweet dreams is morally bankrupt?”
“Little wretch! It’s all your fault! It’s all because of you!” The male ghost, face ashen, saw Nan Yuanman emerge, his grievance surging, and pounced ferociously toward her: “It was so close! Just a little bit more and it would have succeeded! It’s you! You ruined my good deeds!”
“Yuanman, watch out!” The female ghost cried out in alarm, lunging toward her to block the male ghost’s attack.
But Nan Yuanman pulled out a talisman and struck the male ghost. The male ghost screamed miserably, his soul body sent flying.
Before Nan Yuanman could follow up, a red light flashed on him, and he instantly disappeared from the hospital room, fleeing directly.
Feng Jingcheng hadn’t even had time to ask who Nan Yuanman was talking to when he saw her throw a talisman that hit a shadow.
Feng Jingcheng was stunned: “…”
Fine, now he didn’t need to ask who she was talking to. Anyway, it wasn’t human.
The female ghost heaved a heavy sigh of relief, gave Nan Yuanman a thumbs up, and smiled praising her: “Yuanman is so awesome!”
Nan Yuanman looked at the female ghost in a red dress with a gash on her head and bloodied face, then turned to Feng Jingcheng who hadn’t recovered yet, and suddenly asked: “Auntie, are you Sixth Brother’s mother?”
