Chapter 171: Burned To Death Ghost: I Want To Be With You
“Bang!”
Nan Yuanman only felt a gust of wind behind her. She and Old Master Nan turned back together to look. Feng Jingcheng had fallen entirely behind her, and in front of him was Sun Jiajun, who had been knocked flying by him.
Sun Jiajun groaned, struggling to stand up from the ground. He was still clutching a stone in his hand, his face ferocious as he prepared to throw it at Nan Yuanman.
Feng Jingcheng ignored the pain on his body, got up and stumbled toward him, sat down hard on him to pin him down, grabbed his collar, slapped him across the face, and growled lowly: “Old Sun! Get your shit together!”
“Bitch! Let me go! It’s all because of you! If it weren’t for you, I would have succeeded! I could have gotten a good destiny, I could have become Sixth Master Feng of the Feng family! Let me go! I want to kill her! Kill her!”
Sun Jiajun struggled and roared desperately, veins bulging on his forehead, his expression on his face exceptionally ferocious. His strength was so great that even Feng Jingcheng, who weighed nearly 150 pounds, couldn’t hold him down.
Hearing his words, Feng Jingcheng’s pupils shrank: “What did you say?”
Sun Jiajun couldn’t hear his words at all. His mind was now full of wanting to kill Nan Yuanman, this meddlesome little kid.
At the moment when Feng Jingcheng was about to be flung off by Sun Jiajun, Nan Yuanman ran over pattering, took a talisman and slapped it on his forehead.
Sun Jiajun, who was struggling desperately, rolled his eyes and his body instantly went limp, lying motionless on the ground.
“He was bewitched by the evil path and lost his mind. Now it’s undone, and he’ll be clear-headed in a bit.” Nan Yuanman patted her chest in relief and said to Feng Jingcheng, who was sitting on the ground.
Feng Jingcheng was nearly exhausted, looked at Nan Yuanman with a complicated expression, didn’t have time to say a word, his vision went black, and he collapsed.
“Hey hey hey! Sixth Brother!” Nan Yuanman was startled and hurriedly went forward to support his body, carefully laying Feng Jingcheng on the ground, and reached out to check his breathing with her finger.
Confirming that Feng Jingcheng was still breathing, she finally let out a big sigh of relief: “Good, he’s not dead.”
But looking at him, it seemed he was close. He hadn’t eaten yang food for the half month he was missing, and had eaten so much yin food in the dream. His body was like a balloon filled with yin energy.
Fortunately, his destiny was precious and he had noble aura on him, otherwise he really wouldn’t have lasted until she came to save him.
Nan Yuanman didn’t dare delay any longer. She stuffed the broken substitute doll into the small coffin, then trotted off with Old Master Nan to break the formation.
At the same time, outside Youlan Hospital.
Feng Langqing and Meng Qingwan, as well as people from the Xie family, Sun family, and Xiao family, had all come. They surrounded the site of Youlan Hospital tightly, with many bodyguards going in and out searching inside.
A bodyguard’s voice came from the walkie-talkie in Feng Langqing’s hand: “Third Young Master, no one in the inpatient department.”
“Third Young Master, no one in the hospital main building either.”
“No one in the garden either.”
“No one in the cafeteria either…”
Meng Qingwan frowned slightly, looking worried: “Little Three, are we looking in the wrong place?”
“Not wrong. Perfection’s watch IP last showed this location, and their car is still parked outside!” Feng Langqing frowned tightly and said in a deep voice: “Keep searching! Check the ground carefully, see if there’s a basement.”
“Third Master Feng.” A woman in a black dress with a cold and glamorous appearance got out of the Xie family’s black sedan. The woman looked somewhat fatigued, her brows furrowed: “We’ve searched back and forth three times already, still no sign of anyone. Are you sure my brother is here?”
A middle-aged man in a suit also got out of the Xiao family’s car, rubbing his brow: “Third Master Feng, should we try looking somewhere else?”
After Xiao Qidong and Xie Yifei had been out of contact for three days, the Xie and Xiao families had started searching discreetly. They’d been looking for nearly half a month without finding any trace of these two brats, and were already getting anxious and irritable, sending people to closely monitor the activities of other wealthy families in Shangjing.
When the Feng family was frantically sending people to search for Feng Jingcheng, they immediately sent people to inquire, and only then learned that Feng Jingcheng had also been missing for nearly half a month.
Just then, Feng Xingchi provided new news that Feng Jingcheng’s last appearance was at the hospital, and he was with Xiao Qidong, Xie Yifei, and Sun Jiajun.
So Feng Langqing brought the three families together to search.
But they had already turned Youlan Hospital inside out, not to mention people—even a single mouse wasn’t found!
The Xie and Xiao families were starting to suspect if Feng Langqing was toying with them, so they thought to probe with a couple of questions.
“Miss Xie, Mister Xiao.” Feng Langqing greeted them and continued: “I’m very sure they’re here. Have people search carefully again…”
Before he finished speaking, a bodyguard’s startled shout came from the walkie-talkie: “Found them!”
Feng Langqing’s eyes lit up. He didn’t even finish his words and hurriedly ran into the hospital.
Xiao Mingchen and Xie Shuyao exchanged a glance, and the two hurriedly followed.
The bodyguards searching the garden area looked at the four people who suddenly appeared from the fountain platform with shocked and stunned expressions, not daring to approach for a moment.
“I just searched that spot! Didn’t see anyone! How did they appear?” A bald bodyguard scratched his head and turned to ask his colleague nearby: “Weren’t you searching with me just now? Didn’t see anyone, right?”
The colleague swallowed, nodding with difficulty: “Indeed no one.”
They’d searched this garden no less than five times, if not ten, and never saw anyone, let alone in such an obvious place like the fountain platform. How did these four people appear??
“Never mind how they appeared, hurry and check their condition! Send them to the hospital!” The lead bodyguard said, stepping forward first and gently patting Feng Jingcheng’s shoulder. It felt ice-cold to the touch, making him shiver.
“Sixth Master? Sixth Master?” The bodyguard called out softly with his heart in his throat. Seeing no response from Feng Jingcheng and his breathing weak, he immediately felt something was wrong and contacted the medical team searching with them.
When Feng Langqing arrived, he saw the bodyguards lifting the four—Feng Jingcheng and the others—onto stretchers.
Xie Shuyao, following closely behind, saw Xie Yifei who seemed dead or alive, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground. Xiao Mingchen, beside her, hurriedly reached out to support her.
Xiao Mingchen hurriedly asked: “How are they? Are they still alive?”
“Alive, just passed out from hunger, a bit dehydrated.” Someone from the medical team answered briefly.
Feng Langqing glanced at Feng Jingcheng and asked the bodyguards: “Only these four? Didn’t see an adult and a little girl?”
The bodyguards all shook their heads: “No, only these four.”
Feng Langqing frowned tightly. Feng Jingcheng was here, so Perfection must have rescued him, but where did she and Feng Congqian go?
The Nan Yuanman and Feng Congqian he was thinking of were in the hospital basement, sending off the ghost companions of the burned to death ghost that the black-robed man had used as the formation eye.
The big fire at Youlan Hospital back then was indeed caused by an electrical malfunction accident, but after the resting doctors were woken by the smoke, instead of first waking the patients and staff who were soundly sleeping from sedative drugs, they thought of running away themselves, leading to so many deaths here.
However, these people had no obsession with the human world. They should have immediately entered the wrongful death city after their sudden deaths, but for some reason, their souls couldn’t leave the hospital area and could only wander inside.
Their thinking was different from ordinary people when alive, and even more so after death. Every adventurer who came out of curiosity was scared into squealing by them.
If the evil path hadn’t come, they could have lived peacefully like this quite well—unable to leave anyway, and not harming anyone.
But then the evil path came, first grabbing several of their colleagues to sacrifice to heaven, then using them as the formation eye. Now with a chance to go to the underworld, they couldn’t wait to run.
Whoever wants to stay in the human world can stay; they weren’t staying anyway.
The burned to death ghost held a small handkerchief from who knows where, waving it in front of the Ghost Gate, even making an orchid finger gesture to wipe nonexistent tears.
Nan Yuanman and Feng Congqian, along with Old Master Nan squatting to the side, all watched him. The burned to death ghost turned back and was startled: “Why are you all looking at me like that?”
Nan Yuanman nodded toward the Ghost Gate: “You’re not leaving? Do you still have some unfinished wish?”
The burned to death ghost twisted and turned, glancing at Nan Yuanman from time to time: “I-I do have an unfinished wish, I…”
“I want to be with you!”
