Chapter 213: Fake-out, Gotcha!
Xiao Qidong didn’t have time to get angry. He mustered all his strength and ran toward Sun Jiajun, yelling loudly: “Perfection! Help! Aaaah!!”
He hadn’t lived enough yet. He didn’t have a wife, wasn’t married, hadn’t left a son for his parents. He didn’t want to die, and he didn’t want to give his body to someone else!!
Nan Yuanman’s short legs couldn’t possibly outrun an adult, and with Jiang Huiqin making her move so suddenly, by the time she reacted, it was already too late.
She could only watch wide-eyed as the bloodied brooch fell just a few centimeters away from Sun Jiajun.
As long as Sun Jiajun reached out, he could grab the brooch.
Sun Jiajun never imagined there would be a turnaround in this situation. The corner of his mouth twitched as a big smile slowly spread across his face.
He shot Xiao Qidong a provocative glance, and amid Xiao Qidong’s world-crashing expression, he slowly reached for the brooch.
But in the second before he could grab it, a pitch-black hand reached out, snatching the brooch a step ahead of him.
The expressions on Sun Jiajun and Jiang Huiqin’s faces instantly froze: “!!!”
“I mean, do you mother and son only have living people in your eyes and no dead ones?” Zhou Jingchuan pinched the brooch and quickly retreated to Nan Yuanman’s side. Unable to hold back, he complained: “Doing little tricks right in front of a ghost—do you think the ghost’s eyes are just for show?”
Nan Yuanman let out a heavy sigh of relief and excitedly clenched her little fist to thump Zhou Jingchuan: “Brother Zhou, you’re awesome!”
Zhou Jingchuan shyly chuckled: “Thank you for the praise, Master.”
“Next, it’s your turn.” Nan Yuanman’s small face turned serious: “I’m giving you two choices now. First, tell me who controlled you back at Youlan Hospital. I’ll summon an underworld official to send you to the Underworld for judgment.”
“Second, I’ll annihilate your soul directly.”
Xiao Qidong and Feng Jingcheng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, twitched at the corners of their mouths upon hearing this: “…”
This sounded like only one choice, right?
No normal person would choose the second one!
“No! I won’t allow it!” Jiang Huiqin scrambled over to Sun Jiajun’s side, spreading her arms like an old hen to block him, glaring at Nan Yuanman with intense hatred: “If you want to kill him, kill me first!”
She stared vigilantly at Nan Yuanman, then suddenly turned around, trembling as she forcefully grabbed at the black lines wrapped around Sun Jiajun: “Son, Mom will hold them off for you. You run first. Go find Master Li. Master Li can definitely save you!”
But how could she, a living person, grab yin energy? The yin energy kept slipping through her fingers, and Jiang Huiqin grew more and more distraught as she grabbed.
Unable to control herself, she shrieked hysterically: “You murderers! Killing my son once wasn’t enough! You want to kill him a second time! I’m calling the police on you!”
Xiao Qidong got angry: “Fine! Call them! I’d like to see if the police arrest you or us!”
Watching Jiang Huiqin like this, Nan Yuanman felt an inexplicable stuffy discomfort in her heart for some reason. Her little mouth pursed slightly. Just as she was about to speak, she caught sight of Grandpa’s created cocoon twitching from the corner of her eye.
A bad feeling rose in her heart, and she hurriedly shouted: “Auntie! Get out of the way quick!”
“Pfft…”
Xiao Qidong and Feng Jingcheng couldn’t help blurting out in unison: “Holy shit!!”
Jiang Huiqin’s eyes slowly widened. She lowered her head, looking at the ghost claw piercing through her chest, and with a face full of confused disbelief, she looked at Sun Jiajun, who had stood up from the ground: “Son…?”
Sun Jiajun’s eyes were bloodshot red, and having gone through such extreme ups and downs, he had fallen into madness. With red-rimmed eyes, he said to Jiang Huiqin: “Mom… you love me so much, so you must be willing to sacrifice yourself for me, right?”
“Sorry, Mom…” Sun Jiajun shook the ghost energy in his hand, and thick, eerie ghost energy instantly enveloped Jiang Huiqin entirely, frantically absorbing the life force and blood energy from her body: “If there’s a next life, I’ll definitely repay you well.”
The life force in Jiang Huiqin’s body rapidly faded, her muscles quickly atrophying. Her eyes trembled nonstop as she gazed deeply at Sun Jiajun. Her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn’t say a word before she stopped breathing.
In the blink of an eye, a living person had turned into a dry corpse, not even leaving a soul behind—completely absorbed by Sun Jiajun.
“Bang!”
Jiang Huiqin’s corpse hit the ground heavily, making a dull thud.
Xiao Qidong felt utterly heartbroken and cursed outright: “Sun Jiajun, your dad’s a beast! That’s your mom! She just did that heinous thing for you! And you actually, you actually…”
“Your dad’s the one who should go to hell!”
“What right do you have to judge me! If you hadn’t resisted, my mom wouldn’t have died! It’s all because of you! All because of you!”
Sun Jiajun shrieked, his body surging with ghost energy that shook Xiao Qidong and Feng Jingcheng until their blood roiled and their heads buzzed.
The servants, who had long passed out from the ghost energy earlier, now had streams of blood oozing from their ears, noses, and mouths.
Nan Yuanman quickly chanted incantations with her hands and threw out several talismans that landed around the manor, forming a golden semicircular barrier protecting the ordinary people inside the manor.
Nan Yuanman’s small face darkened: “I’ve changed my mind. For a ghost like you, soul annihilation is the only path!”
Screw mercy, screw taking it slow, screw the rules!
Nan Yuanman gripped the copper coin sword, her small body shooting out like a cannonball. Zhuang Zhuang and Xiao Cao tacitly provided cover for her.
Sun Jiajun laughed disdainfully. Ferocious ghost energy gathered behind him into countless ghost claws reaching for Nan Yuanman: “Little bitch, you still think I’m the same me from before? My ghost power has greatly increased now. You’re no match for me!”
As soon as he spoke, Nan Yuanman used the copper coin sword to sever the ghost claws lunging at her. With her free little hand, she flipped it over and directly threw Xiao Hong out from her small shoulder bag.
Xiao Hong, who urgently needed a large amount of yin energy to repair the cracks in the coffin lid, instantly grew huge the moment she was flung out, opening its giant maw like a ferocious beast and swallowing him whole in one bite.
Sun Jiajun: “!!!”
As his consciousness faded, the last thought in his mind was—
Damn it, this little ghost doesn’t play fair!
“With Xiao Hong here, who needs to fight you.” Nan Yuanman nimbly did a somersault in midair, landing lightly. Her little mouth curled, and she muttered softly.
She wasn’t stupid. Sun Jiajun was emitting black energy all over, looking strengthened. If she went up personally and got hurt, Grandpa would be heartbroken and upset.
She had just feigned an attack to scare him. The real strike came from Xiao Hong.
After all, don’t let good resources go to waste. With such strong yin energy for once, it was perfect for Xiao Hong to absorb and repair the lid’s cracks.
Nan Yuanman mimicked the kung fu panda’s moves from the cartoon, coolly trying to put the copper coin sword back into her small shoulder bag. But because her arms were too short, she couldn’t do it right away and it got stuck on the strap.
Nan Yuanman failed to catch it and ended up playing a little erhu tune with the shoulder bag strap.
Feng Jingcheng: “…Pfft.”
Xiao Qidong didn’t dare laugh out loud and turned around to activate vibration mode.
The originally tense and serious atmosphere instantly dissipated quite a bit.
Nan Yuanman tried hard to stay composed, but her little face was pink and puffy. She awkwardly stowed the copper coin sword away, her round eyes looking at Feng Jingcheng with particular resentment.
Feng Jingcheng coughed lightly and spoke to change the subject: “Ahem… Perfection, is it all settled?”
Nan Yuanman pouted: “It’s settled. I’ve annihilated him.”
“It’s just…” Her gaze fell on Jiang Huiqin, who had become a dry corpse on the ground: “What do we do about this auntie?”
