Chapter 172: How Novel, My Sister Escaped From The Dream
Feng Congqian’s face instantly darkened.
Old Master Nan stared at the burned to death ghost for a few seconds, stood up, grabbed his arm, and flung him left and right like noodles.
“Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!”
Still not satisfied after flinging him around, Old Master Nan directly balled up his soul body, turned it into a ball, and kicked it hard.
The burned to death ghost bounced and flew around the basement like a rubber ball.
Nan Yuanman blinked her clear big eyes, her little head turning this way and that following the burned to death ghost, occasionally making “wow” sounds from her mouth.
“Hey hey hey! I’ve turned into a ball, I’m flying! Ouch ouch ouch ouch! No! You guys must have misunderstood! I didn’t mean that kind of being together aaaah——!”
The burned to death ghost realized his bouncing speed was getting faster and quickly spoke up to explain: “What I meant is, I want to stay by her side and become her ghost! Like the Clear Breeze in spirit medium practices!”
The male ghost in spirit medium groups is called Clear Breeze, the female ghost Smoke Soul. He sensed the Clear Breeze aura on Nan Yuanman and thought she was a spirit medium immortal, so he boldly spoke up.
Who would have thought, the moment he spoke up, his soul body was nearly shattered by Old Master Nan.
Old Master Nan raised his palm, and the bouncing burned to death ghost returned to his hand. The burned to death ghost struggled to turn, exposing his mouth, and chattered away: “I don’t want to go to the Underworld so soon, and I don’t want to stay here all alone. I want to become her ghost; playing with her would definitely be fun!”
He looked completely sincere: “Little Immortal Aunt, take me in. I can do almost anything; I guarantee you’ll get more than your money’s worth!”
Feng Congqian narrowed his eyes warily and asked him: “You’re really not a pedophile?”
The burned to death ghost cried injustice: “I’m really not!”
“Then what special skills do you have?” Feng Congqian asked.
“I know computers, I can cook, I can fix cars, I can drive, and I can style pretty hair and make pretty clothes!” The burned to death ghost tried hard to sell himself: “As long as you take me in, it’s like having a nanny. You won’t lose out, really!”
“I-I’m way more useful than this little brat!” The burned to death ghost pointed at Zhuang Zhuang, who was mutually pulling at “hair” with Xiao Cao.
Zhuang Zhuang: “?”
Zhuang Zhuang turned his head and bared his teeth at him: “If you’re so useful, how did you still die?”
The burned to death ghost: “…”
Nan Yuanman stared at him, a flash of golden light quickly passing through the depths of her eyes. She blinked her somewhat sore eyes and spoke in a babyish voice: “I can keep you, but we have to sign a contract.”
The burned to death ghost had died unnaturally, after all, and had to relive his death process every seven days; his grievance was on par with Zhuang Zhuang’s.
Zhuang Zhuang also had the talisman she had imprinted on him to ensure he wouldn’t sneak away to harm people; the burned to death ghost needed one too.
Moreover… when the black-robed man came, he only captured his ghost friend to be the formation eye, uniquely leaving him behind. There must be something strange about him; it was perfect to keep him close for observation.
The burned to death ghost readily agreed: “Okay!”
As soon as he agreed, Nan Yuanman took him from Old Master Nan’s hand, opened the coffin board of the small coffin, and stuffed him inside.
The burned to death ghost only felt a surge of powerful force coming at him; his vision went black, and he knew nothing more.
The burned to death ghost: “?”
What happened to the promised contract signing? How did the small coffin eat him?!
Nan Yuanman contentedly patted her little hands. Before signing the contract, she would have Xiao Hong inspect his body first to ensure he wasn’t some evil path’s backup plan; only then could she safely keep him.
If he was some evil path’s backup plan, then leave him for Xiao Hong as a snack.
Nan Yuanman then coaxed and deceived the reluctant Old Master Nan into the small coffin before patting her little hands: “All done.”
“Uncle Feng, let’s go out.” Nan Yuanman reached her hands out to Feng Congqian: “Still need to dispel the yin energy for Sixth Brother and the others.”
“Okay.” Feng Congqian picked up Nan Yuanman and left the basement.
When the two of them emerged from the garden back door, they scared the bodyguards searching the area into screaming: “Aaaaaaah——! Ghost!”
They screamed while closing their eyes and turning to run, only to crash straight into each other, ending up hugging and screaming just like that.
Feng Congqian: “…”
Nan Yuanman couldn’t stand it and covered her ears, her steamed bun face scrunching up.
The bodyguards from other areas heard the screams and all rushed over: “What happened? Where’s the ghost?”
Feng Langqing, who had been guarding outside, also rushed in: “What’s going on?!”
“Yuanman! Dad!”
The bodyguard captain saw Feng Congqian and Nan Yuanman and breathed a sigh of relief, stepping forward to kick his own subordinates: “Stop screaming! Open your dog eyes and look clearly; this is the Patriarch and Miss! Where’s the ghost!”
The two bodyguards who had been screaming with eyes closed while hugging each other cautiously opened their eyes. Upon seeing Feng Congqian and Nan Yuanman, they heavily sighed in relief and directly collapsed to the ground: “Oh, it’s the Patriarch and Miss; you scared me to death.”
“I was almost scared into peeing myself…”
Nan Yuanman felt a bit embarrassed, rummaged in her small shoulder bag, took out two talismans, and handed them over: “Sorry, Uncles, we scared you. Take these to gather your souls.”
The two bodyguards glanced at each other, carefully took the talismans from her hand: “Thank you, Miss.”
“Yuanman, Dad, where did you two run off to?” Feng Langqing looked them up and down, confirmed they weren’t injured, then sighed in relief and asked.
“We just turned the entire hospital site upside down looking for you and didn’t see you anywhere. Where did you pop out from?”
“This matter is a long story. How are Jingcheng and the others?” Feng Congqian carried Nan Yuanman as he walked out; Feng Langqing kept pace.
Feng Langqing: “They should be okay. The doctor said they fainted from hunger; with some IV fluids, they’ll wake up soon. Mom went to the hospital with them, oh, and people from the Xie family, Xiao family, and Sun family.”
Feng Congqian: “First call your fourth brother to report you’re safe. We’ll go to the hospital; we can talk about this later.”
Feng Langqing nodded and got in the car with them.
Inside Shangjing Hospital, it was complete chaos.
Xie Yifei had just woken from a beautiful dream of left and right beauties, reaching the peak of life, only to be met with his own sister Xie Shuyao’s face full of fatigue and anxiety.
Xie Yifei couldn’t tell for a moment if it was reality or an illusionary realm and stared at Xie Shuyao, muttering: “Damn, what’s going on? How did my sister this she-devil appear?”
Xie Shuyao: “?”
Her face instantly darkened. She undid her belt, smiling through gritted teeth as she asked him: “Xie. Yi. Fei. Say that again. Who’s the she-devil?”
Hearing this soul-striking shout, Xie Yifei shuddered and fully woke up, hurriedly saying: “Sis, sis! Wait, no, listen to me explain, I didn’t—ow!”
Xie Shuyao gave him no chance to explain, swinging the belt at him: “You freaking itchy for a beating, huh? Like adventure, do you? I’ll give you adventure! I’ll make you curse me as she-devil! You unfilial good-for-nothing! I’ll beat you to death!”
Xie Yifei howled from her whipping and, having gone without food or drink for so long, couldn’t run fast, so he could only cover his face and hide under the covers to block her attacks.
Feng Jingcheng in the next bed also woke up. He stared blankly at Meng Qingwan and asked her: “Are you real or fake?”
Meng Qingwan: “?”
“Doctor! My Little Six’s brain is broken!”
After a bout of chaos, except for Sun Jiajun, Feng Jingcheng, Xiao Qidong, and Xie Yifei were all holding bowls and slurping down congee.
Feng Jingcheng drank while smiling and telling Meng Qingwan: “This hospital adventure, I think I even dreamed my mom gave birth to a little sister for me. Ha, how rare—a sister…?”
As he spoke, he spotted Nan Yuanman toddling in with her short legs and froze.
Nan Yuanman and Feng Jingcheng stared wide-eyed at each other.
Feng Jingcheng: “?”
What was going on? Had his little sister run out from the dream??
