Chapter 173: You Can See Her?
Feng Jingcheng stared blankly at Nan Yuanman, rubbing his eyes hard, but the Nan Yuanman in front of him was still there.
Was he… having a hallucination?
A little milk baby appeared in the hospital room, and Xiao Qidong and Xie Yifei, who were drinking porridge, also noticed.
Xiao Qidong asked curiously: “Little friend, who are you looking for?”
Feng Jingcheng: “?”
He whipped his head around to look at Xiao Qidong, pointing at Nan Yuanman and asking: “Old Xiao, you can see her?!”
“Yeah, I can see her.” Xiao Qidong nodded, puzzled, and asked Xie Yifei: “Old Xie can see her too, right?”
Xie Yifei was licking the last bit of porridge from the bowl. Hearing this, he lifted his eyes, glanced at Nan Yuanman, and nodded: “I can see her.”
Feng Jingcheng was dumbfounded. He turned his head back to stare at Nan Yuanman and pinched his thigh hard, grimacing in pain.
He suddenly sucked in a sharp breath. This, this damn thing wasn’t his hallucination! His younger sister hadn’t run out from a dream either! This was a real person!
“Perfection!” Meng Qingwan hurriedly ran toward Nan Yuanman, slipped her hand under her armpit, lifted her up entirely, and looked her up and down: “Come, let Auntie take a look. Are you hurt anywhere?”
“You and your dad really scared me to death. Suddenly you were gone, leaving only the car outside.”
“No, I had Xiao Hong and Grandpa. Bad people can’t beat me. Aunt Qingwan, don’t worry.” Nan Yuanman shook her little head and said proudly.
Xiao Qidong and Xie Yifei were stunned for a moment, then both looked at Feng Jingcheng, asking with their eyes: This little milk baby is from your family? When did your family get an extra little doll?
Feng Jingcheng was still dazed and didn’t catch their looks at all, just staring blankly at Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman noticed Feng Jingcheng’s gaze, patted Meng Qingwan’s arm to signal her to put her down, then waddled on her short legs to Feng Jingcheng’s hospital bed and struggled to climb onto the accompanying stool.
She looked at Feng Jingcheng for a while, then rummaged in her small shoulder bag, pulled out a talisman clipped between her fingers, stood up, leaned close to him, and circled his head three times.
Feng Jingcheng’s gaze followed her movements, and finally he saw her hand tremble slightly as the talisman whooshed and burned up out of thin air.
Once the talisman had burned completely, a wave of warmth rose in Feng Jingcheng’s body, who had felt very cold moments before, dispelling the chill in his limbs, and his muddled brain gradually cleared.
He looked at Nan Yuanman in shock and uncertainty: “You, you’re really my younger sister?”
“Yes, Sixth Brother.” Nan Yuanman nodded, then took another talisman from her small shoulder bag and handed it to Meng Qingwan: “Aunt Qingwan, dissolve this in water and have Sixth Brother drink it.”
“Sixth Brother, because you stayed too long in a yin place, yin energy entered your body. Your luck will be low for the next few days. Get more sun, do more good deeds, don’t attend funerals, and avoid graves and crematoriums.”
Nan Yuanman instructed in her milky voice, then paused slightly before continuing: “Also avoid places that have been untouched for a long time, or you’ll get ghost possession.”
She glanced at Xiao Qidong and Xie Yifei, who were curiously craning their necks to look at her, thought for a moment, then pulled out four talismans from her small shoulder bag and offered them: “Do you want some?”
“One Yin Dispelling Talisman for 888, one Sun Gathering Talisman for 999. Supports transfers and cash.”
Feng Jingcheng, who had finally snapped out of it: “???”
Xiao Qidong: “???”
Xie Yifei: “???”
Xiao Qidong looked at the two talismans in her hand and asked, somewhat bewildered: “Little girl, you’re a little charlatan? Do these talismans work?”
“Of course Perfection’s talismans work. And if Perfection hadn’t come to save you, all four of you would be dead by now.” Meng Qingwan said irritably: “Do you know you’ve been missing for half a month out there!”
“What?! Half a month? Didn’t we only go for one night?!” Xie Yifei cried out in shock.
Xiao Qidong and Feng Jingcheng were also stunned.
They quickly pulled out their mobile phones to check the date. It had indeed been half a month since they went to Youlan Hospital for the adventure!
Xiao Qidong spoke in a daze: “To us, it really only felt like one night had passed…”
They had planned to go to Youlan Hospital for the adventure at night. At first, they didn’t think there was anything in the hospital, just that the atmosphere was a bit terrifying.
But for them, who had seen plenty of ghost movies, the atmosphere was nothing. Later, they faintly heard cries for help coming from the hospital rooms.
They mustered their courage, pushed open the hospital room door, and saw nothing inside except a strong burnt smell.
As they were about to leave, the hospital bed suddenly creaked and moved, as if someone was jumping on it. Xie Yifei, the least courageous, fled in panic.
But after running laps in the corridor, they suddenly realized that no matter how they ran, they always ended up back in front of this hospital room.
Feng Jingcheng started feeling a bit scared then. Just as he was trying hard to find a way out, Sun Jiajun suddenly shouted that he had found the exit from the hospital!
They followed him out, and when they reached the garden, they felt heavy and fatigued all over. Xie Yifei suggested sitting down to rest.
As they sat, they fell asleep and began repeatedly dreaming…
They thought they had only slept one night. Who would have thought they slept a full half month!
“No wonder I feel like I haven’t eaten in eight hundred years. My stomach’s starving.” Xie Yifei touched his flat belly and muttered.
Feng Jingcheng keenly caught the key point in Meng Qingwan’s words and stared at Nan Yuanman: “What do you mean Perfection came to save us? Didn’t we just fall asleep from exhaustion?”
Xiao Qidong and Xie Yifei also stared at the little milk baby on the accompanying stool, full of shock and curiosity.
Meng Qingwan rolled her eyes inelegantly: “Who sleeps for half a month from exhaustion? You were bewitched by ghosts.”
“Perfection is a coffin maker. Her grandpa taught her some methods. It was also your Fourth Brother who noticed you were missing and called us, so Perfection figured out something happened to you and brought your dad… your Second Uncle to save you.”
Meng Qingwan couldn’t help sneering: “You’re the brother, but Perfection’s been back in Shangjing so long and you didn’t even visit her. She had to come save you when something happened. Isn’t that embarrassing?”
Feng Jingcheng pursed his lips and said nothing. He had always thought the illegitimate daughter Feng Congqian brought back would be grown up, or at least around sixteen if not. He thought little girls had too many schemes, so he hadn’t gone back.
Who knew… the biological daughter Feng Congqian brought back was such a little milk baby who looked only four or five years old.
This made him, the brother, seem ungentlemanly.
With Meng Qingwan’s explanation, Xiao Qidong and Xie Yifei dazedly accepted the two talismans from Nan Yuanman and made the transfers.
Just then, Feng Congqian, who had been negotiating with the Xiao, Xie, and Sun families outside, came in with Feng Langqing.
Xie Shuyao and Xiao Mingchen curiously sized up Nan Yuanman. Feng Congqian had just briefly told them what happened at Youlan Hospital.
That a four- or five-year-old little milk baby had such mystical abilities surprised them, but they didn’t feel any doubt.
After all, kids in ancient times could be prime ministers at eight! A four- or five-year-old little milk baby having some ghost-catching and fortune-telling skills wasn’t that unusual… right?
The person from the Sun family who came to see Sun Jiajun was a middle-aged man in a suit, heavyset with a bald head. He squeezed out a kind smile at Nan Yuanman but before he could speak, a wailing cry came from outside the hospital room: “Jiajun! Jiajun! My poor child!”
Immediately after, a woman in a pink suit with exquisite makeup rushed in amid a strong perfume scent and threw herself onto the still comatose Sun Jiajun.
The woman tremblingly patted Sun Jiajun’s pale face, saw his faint breathing, and completely broke down: “Jiajun, wake up and look at Mommy!”
Seeing no reaction from Sun Jiajun, the woman turned and questioned Feng Jingcheng: “Young Master Feng, our Jiajun went out to play perfectly fine with you half a month ago! Now he’s lying half-dead in bed! You must give me an explanation!”
