Chapter 212: Son, I Got It!!
Sun Jiajun turned into black mist and rushed toward the doorway. At the critical moment, a red light flashed, the small coffin grew larger to block the doorway, and the coffin lid opened to one side.
Sun Jiajun’s expression changed drastically. By the time he wanted to dodge, it was already too late. A cyan-purple hand stretched out from inside the coffin mouth and grabbed his soul body.
Accompanied by black-red mist, Old Master Nan pinched Sun Jiajun’s neck and slowly walked out from the coffin.
Old Master Nan stared at Nan Yuanman for a while, confirmed she wasn’t injured, then slowly shifted his gaze away.
Nan Yuanman was full of joy: “Grandpa! You’ve come out of seclusion?”
“No, not yet.” Old Master Nan’s tone was stiff: “You were in danger, so I came out.”
He controlled yin energy to wrap Sun Jiajun into a black cocoon, looked at Nan Yuanman with slight fatigue: “If there’s something, call Grandpa.”
After speaking, he turned around again and returned to the small coffin to continue seclusion.
The small coffin shrank to the size of a small box and flew back to Nan Yuanman’s side.
Nan Yuanman carefully grabbed the small coffin, rubbed it against her cheek, then cautiously stuffed it into the small shoulder bag.
The whole process took only a few seconds. While Xiao Qidong was still shocked that the coffin had turned into a living person—oh no, a dead person—the matter had already ended.
His legs went soft, and he directly grabbed Feng Jingcheng’s clothing corner, slowly sitting on the ground.
Stimulating, too stimulating.
He had never experienced anything so stimulating in his life.
Nan Yuanman puffed up her small face, unhappily ran over, while helping Zhou Jingchuan remove the talisman from his soul body, chattered: “Brother Zhou, why did you suddenly rush over just now?”
Zhou Jingchuan subconsciously clenched his fist and quickly released it, full of apology: “Yuanman, sorry, I…”
Before he could finish speaking, he heard Nan Yuanman say: “It’s lucky I threw a soul locking talisman and not a soul destroying talisman. If it had been a soul destroying talisman, wouldn’t you be done for?”
Zhou Jingchuan was stunned. The little milky voice by his ear was still nagging: “You finally gained freedom with great difficulty. If you died before even enjoying it, how regrettable would that be?”
“I don’t need you to risk your life for me either. If you died now, it would be complete annihilation! Brother Zhou, you have to be nicer to yourself from now on!”
Zhou Jingchuan blinked rapidly, awkwardly shifted his gaze away from Nan Yuanman, lowered his head, and nodded obediently: “I-I know, I won’t do it again, I promise!”
“That’s a good, obedient child.” Nan Yuanman patted his shoulder and continued: “If there’s a next time, I’ll have to send you to the underworld!”
Zhou Jingchuan shook his head like a rattle drum: “It won’t happen, there won’t be a next time.”
Feng Jingcheng’s gaze deepened, he scrutinizingly looked at Zhou Jingchuan, then shifted his gaze to Jiang Huiqin lying on the ground, and called out: “Yuanman, what about her… what to do? Is she still alive?”
Nan Yuanman turned back and stared at Jiang Huiqin for a while, nodded her small head: “She’s still alive, but… she won’t live much longer.”
Jiang Huiqin had been sticking close to Sun Jiajun these past days and had even fed him her own blood.
Her body was eroded by ghost energy, her internal organs rapidly decaying, and Sun Jiajun had possessed her…
Her original lifespan was affected, shortened to less than five years remaining.
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips, took out a sun gathering talisman from the small shoulder bag, and carefully placed it into Jiang Huiqin’s pocket.
The sun gathering talisman could bring back some of her rapidly draining yang energy and make her feel a bit better.
After placing the talisman, as she was about to leave, the originally comatose Jiang Huiqin suddenly woke up and tightly gripped Nan Yuanman’s wrist.
Xiao Qidong and Feng Jingcheng were startled: “Yuanman!”
The two quickly stepped forward, one hugging Nan Yuanman, the other forcefully prying open Jiang Huiqin’s fingers.
But Jiang Huiqin seemed to be using all her strength. Xiao Qidong feared using too much force would hurt Nan Yuanman, so they were deadlocked for the moment.
Jiang Huiqin completely ignored them, staring tightly at Nan Yuanman, her mouth opening and closing, her hoarse voice carrying a plea: “Let… let Jia Jia go, I beg you.”
When Sun Jiajun possessed her, she could see everything happening outside and had seen the scene of Sun Jiajun being caught.
She knew Nan Yuanman was protecting the Feng family; she and Sun Jiajun’s current power couldn’t deal with her.
But she only had this one child, Sun Jiajun.
She knew he was wrong, but she couldn’t accept Sun Jiajun’s soul being annihilated, without even a chance for reincarnation.
“No can do, Aunt.” Nan Yuanman shook her head, her small fleshy hand warm and firm as she slowly pried open Jiang Huiqin’s fingers: “He did wrong, he has lives on his hands, he’s a bad guy, I can’t let him go.”
“Aunt… Aunt knows, it’s Aunt’s fault, I killed the person, I fed the blood, it has nothing to do with him.” Jiang Huiqin exerted all her effort to keep her fingers from being pried open: “Aunt is willing to trade life for life, spare him, okay?”
Jiang Huiqin struggled to crawl up from the ground, knelt down with a thud, and kept kowtowing to Nan Yuanman: “Consider it me begging you, Aunt begs you.”
“Mom! Get up! Don’t beg her!” Sun Jiajun kept slamming against the prison made by Old Master Nan, and upon seeing Jiang Huiqin kneel, he broke down in a shriek.
Whether in life or after death, his mother had always been proud and never knelt to beg anyone, but now… she was kneeling to a little girl not yet five years old for his sake!
Sun Jiajun couldn’t accept it at all.
The moment Jiang Huiqin knelt, Feng Jingcheng had already carried Nan Yuanman away. His face slightly darkened, unhappily saying: “Aunt, our Yuanman is only five years old. You kneeling to her, do you want to cut her lifespan?”
“As for Sun Jiajun… becoming like this is his own fault. Yuanman won’t let him continue going out to harm people!”
“Exactly, Aunt, get up first, don’t do this.” Xiao Qidong felt bad seeing someone his mother’s age kneeling and pleading on the ground, sighed, stepped forward to grab her arm, trying to pull her up from the ground.
Jiang Huiqin was full of grief, while lifting her hand to grab Xiao Qidong’s hand, she said: “But he’s my child, my only child…”
Xiao Qidong didn’t know what to say. He opened his mouth, about to speak, but suddenly felt a faint sting on the back of his hand.
He subconsciously let go of Jiang Huiqin’s hand, was about to check, when Jiang Huiqin staggered up from the ground and ran toward Sun Jiajun, her pale face carrying a hint of madness.
“Son! I got it! I got Xiao Qidong’s blood!”
She forcefully threw the brooch gripped in her hand, stained with Xiao Qidong’s blood, toward Sun Jiajun: “Quick! Son! As long as you absorb this drop of blood, our mother and son can reunite soon!”
Xiao Qidong: “Damn!”
