Chapter 222: Perfection: Evil Path? Me?
Zhang Shimian had just dealt with one client and was sitting in a taxi rushing toward Feng Family Manor when he suddenly sensed a strong ghost energy.
He rolled down the window and doubtfully looked in the direction of the ghost energy he sensed. When he saw the place wrapped in ghost energy like chocolate, his eyes widened slightly: “Holy crap! That place, isn’t it Feng Family Manor?!”
What was going on? Had someone from the evil path made a move against her at the perfection family reunion banquet?
That shouldn’t be right. She had only been in Shangjing for a short time and wasn’t well-known yet. Those from the evil path shouldn’t have targeted her. What was happening?
“Master! Can you drive any faster?” Zhang Shimian felt uneasy in his heart and hurriedly urged the driver.
“Handsome, this is a car, not an airplane. It can’t go much faster!” The driver said speechlessly.
“Then like this, here’s the fare. I’ll get there on my own. Sorry for the trouble!”
As Zhang Shimian spoke, he took out a hundred-yuan bill and placed it on the back seat. He then applied a Speed Talisman to himself. Under the driver’s stunned gaze, he opened the car door and whooshed away.
Driver: “？？？？”
On the other side.
Inside Shangjing 908 Special Intelligence Department, the team members handling recent supernatural cases all paused at once.
An old man dressed in black Tang suit, who was pretending to doze on the sofa, slowly opened his eyes and turned to look out the window: “Such strong ghost energy.”
“These evil path folks are really arrogant. I don’t know which unlucky family provoked them. Master, let me go take a look.” A girl wearing pink-blue sportswear with a high ponytail frowned and turned to the old man.
“Go ahead.” The old man’s expression darkened slightly: “Try not to alarm ordinary people.”
“Yes!”
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Feng Family Manor.
With Zhuang Zhuang, Xiao Cao, Zhou Jingchuan, Yue Yaxin, and Xiao Hong who was gobbling up evil ghosts helping, the scene of terror and despair like a human hell that Jiang Tianzong had imagined did not appear.
Jiang Tianzong turned his head angrily and saw Nan Yuanman running swiftly toward him like a nimble little rabbit.
Jiang Tianzong: “!!”
Damn!
Was this the running speed of a five-year-old girl?
He gritted his teeth, turned around, and hurled the Pikachu head in his hand forcefully toward Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman hopped up, directly stepping on Pikachu’s head. Her body leaped through the air mid-jump, and her chubby little feet kicked heavily toward his back.
Jiang Tianzong only felt a force hit his back. His whole body flew out like a ball and crashed heavily to the ground.
With a “crack,” a faint sound came from Jiang Tianzong’s leg. The intense pain in his leg made him howl miserably: “Aaaah——!!”
Jiang Tianzong looked at his calf in horror: “My leg! My leg is broken! My leg is broken!”
Nan Yuanman landed lightly half a meter away from him, walked toward him with small steps pattering, and unhesitatingly placed the copper coin sword from her hand on his neck: “Where is the person who gave you the puppet? Tell me.”
Jiang Tianzong’s gaze fell on the copper coin sword in her hand, then at the small coffin chasing and killing evil ghosts on the field. He finally reacted sluggishly, gritted his teeth, and looked at her in disbelief: “You, you know sorcery too?!”
No wonder, no wonder when he had Jiang Lixuan attack her back then it had failed. Turns out… Nan Yuanman herself was a Heavenly Master! She knew sorcery!
“Don’t change the subject, and don’t talk nonsense. Tell me, where is that bad guy!” Nan Yuanman was never very patient with Jiang family members. She pressed the copper coin sword closer to his neck.
The sharp blade cut into Jiang Tianzong’s neck. Feeling the sting on his neck, Jiang Tianzong instinctively lifted his head.
He stared at Nan Yuanman, his expression constantly changing. His originally cold and hard voice softened a bit: “I-I don’t know. Yuanman, for Grandfather’s sake who’s getting on in years, can you call an ambulance for Grandfather first? Grandfather’s leg hurts…”
Jiang Tianzong knew better than anyone how terrifying it was to offend a Xuanmen sorcerer. He and Nan Yuanman were now in a fight to the death. Master Li was his only way out.
So, he absolutely could not expose Master Li!
Jiang Tianzong gritted his teeth inwardly and looked at Nan Yuanman, a faint sense of regret finally rising in his heart.
If he had known earlier that Nan Yuanman was also a Xuanmen sorcerer… If he had known earlier that Nan Yuanman knew sorcery, then from the start he wouldn’t have…
Now, no matter how much he regretted it, it was too late. He could only go down this path to the end.
Jiang Tianzong’s mind raced inwardly, but he showed none of it on his face. He just looked at Nan Yuanman pitifully and begged her in a low voice.
With his current white hair, aged appearance, at first glance he really seemed quite pitiful.
If Nan Yuanman were an ordinary child, she would have already been swayed and deceived by his act.
But she wasn’t. She knew how much malice the currently innocent and pitiful-looking Jiang Tianzong harbored toward her.
So she shook her head: “No.”
“When you tell me where that bad guy is hiding, that’s when I’ll call an ambulance for you.”
Jiang Tianzong’s expression changed. He subconsciously wanted to curse out loud, but the copper coin sword against his neck pressed forward a bit more, choking the curse back in his throat.
Jiang Tianzong’s face turned pale then green. Just as he was about to speak, an angry shout came: “Damn evil path! Stop!”
Nan Yuanman instinctively looked toward the source of the shout, but what she saw was a golden peach wood sword.
The peach wood sword stabbed straight toward her vital point.
The sudden change happened too quickly. Nan Yuanman had no guard up against someone without malice toward her and couldn’t dodge in time.
She only heard an urgent: “Yuanman!”
Immediately after, Nan Yuanman’s vision went black. Her body was tightly hugged by Feng Congqian in his arms, using his back to meet the peach wood sword.
The girl who burst into Feng Family Manor hadn’t expected someone to suddenly appear. The peach wood sword she thrust veered off hastily but still wounded Feng Congqian’s arm.
The suit on his arm tore open, and blood instantly overflowed from it.
Nan Yuanman panicked: “Father, you’re hurt!”
Feng Congqian’s body trembled slightly, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curving up. He shook his head slightly: “As long as you’re okay, this little injury is nothing.”
He pushed Nan Yuanman behind him and turned to look at the girl holding the peach wood sword, his expression darkening.
Before Feng Congqian could speak, Jiang Tianzong, who was sitting on the ground unable to move due to his leg injury, spoke first: “Master! Save me, Master!”
Jiang Tianzong pointed at Nan Yuanman in terror and crawled toward the girl: “She’s an evil path practitioner who cultivates wicked arts! All the evil ghosts here were released by her! I tried to run out for help but she wouldn’t let me and wants to kill me to silence me!”
“Master! Hurry! Seal her quickly. Don’t let this evil path person escape!!”
