Chapter 224: Jiang Tianzong Logs Off
Zhong Xueliu was so angry she could die. She opened her mouth to just curse Zhang Shimian as a beast, but Nan Yuanman’s little fist blocked it back, making her howl in pain.
Until she vented all the anger in her heart, Nan Yuanman finally got off her, still muttering in her mouth: “It’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you, Jiang Tianzong would have just told me where that bad guy was hiding!”
“Blind-eyed, soft-hearted do-gooder! Humph!”
Zhang Shimian’s mouth twitched slightly: “…” Isn’t it blind-eyed and blind-hearted?
Hearing her muttering, Zhong Xueliu felt both aggrieved and angry, her whole body about to explode. With her swollen face, she retorted: “How was I supposed to know that old man just now was the bad guy! There was no evil aura on him!”
From her perspective, Jiang Tianzong was covered in ghost energy without a trace of evil aura, and he was still an ordinary person, so of course she would think Nan Yuanman was the evil path practitioner who produced so much ghost energy and evil ghosts!
Who knew…
Zhong Xueliu bit her lip, feeling extremely depressed in her heart. This was the first time she had been fooled by an ordinary person! So hateful!
What Zhong Xueliu was even more unwilling to admit was that if Jiang Tianzong hadn’t thrown out that talisman just now, she still wouldn’t have known he was the bad guy. She would still have thought he was the ordinary person who needed protection…
“His leg is injured, he shouldn’t have run far. I’ll go catch him!” Zhong Xueliu gritted her teeth and threw down those words, then turned around and chased in the direction Jiang Tianzong had fled.
Only then did Zhang Shimian step forward and ask Nan Yuanman: “Yuanman, what happened here?”
Nan Yuanman had a face full of displeasure and ignored Zhang Shimian. She took out a medicine talisman and ran da-da-da toward Feng Congqian, standing on tiptoe to tug at his injured arm: “Hand to me.”
Feng Congqian followed her force and half-squatted down. Seeing Nan Yuanman with red eye sockets from heartache, he coaxed her gently: “It’s okay, it really doesn’t hurt.”
“Besides, this is the merit for saving our little princess.”
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips, lowered her head with red eye sockets, and muttered: “The princess is capable and doesn’t need anyone to save her at the cost of injury.”
What she hated the most was when someone got hurt because of her; it made her feel powerless.
Nan Yuanman thought to herself that she must cultivate diligently, become even more powerful. If she had been more powerful just now, she could have dodged it herself, and Father wouldn’t have been injured.
Feng Congqian’s heart softened completely. He didn’t argue with her and comforted her along with her words: “Okay, then in the future, I’ll wait for the princess to come save me, alright?”
Nan Yuanman nodded vigorously: “Mm!”
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At this time, Jiang Tianzong didn’t run toward the manor’s main gate; he was afraid he would be caught by Nan Yuanman before he could get out.
He dragged his foot into the dense bushes, running straight toward the back door of the manor, looking back while running, afraid of being chased.
At the moment he was about to run out the door, a pale hand suddenly reached from behind and grabbed Jiang Tianzong’s neck.
Jiang Tianzong: “!!!”
His expression changed. He opened his mouth to speak, but the hand choking his neck suddenly tightened.
“Crack…” A faint sound of bone cracking rang out. Jiang Tianzong’s eyes bulged, his body fell heavily to the ground, and his limbs convulsed wildly with his neck twisted.
Before his consciousness completely faded, a childish whisper sounded in his ear: “I could have spared your life originally, but unfortunately, people from 908 intervened. Now I have to ask you to go die.”
“Old Ghost Li really has poor judgment in people. Such trash can’t cause any harm to the Ominous Star at all.”
“But today wasn’t without gains…” The childish voice gradually faded away. Jiang Tianzong’s world plunged into complete darkness. After one final violent convulsion, he lost his breath.
A few minutes later, Zhong Xueliu chased over and saw Jiang Tianzong lying on the ground.
Zhong Xueliu’s expression changed slightly. She hurried over to him and checked his breathing: “No breath.”
“Damn it!” Zhong Xueliu gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath, angrily scanning the surroundings: “Who the hell did this! Get out here!”
The surroundings were empty, with only Zhong Xueliu’s voice echoing repeatedly.
Zhong Xueliu stomped her foot, took out her mobile phone, and called the 908 department: “Master, I was too late. There’s been a murder here. Have Senior Disciple Brother come over…”
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After Nan Yuanman used the medicine talisman to treat Feng Congqian, she took out Yin Dispelling Talismans and Purification Talismans to completely purify all the remaining ghost energy and yin energy in the entire manor.
Feng Congqian and the others went to settle the guests, helping the dazed standing guests sit on the sofas to prevent them from falling when they woke up.
Zhang Shimian followed behind Nan Yuanman like a little tail, chattering to introduce Zhong Xueliu’s background: “Zhong Xueliu is from the 908 department. The 908 department has existed since the Republic of China era.”
“It’s said to have been established by the upper levels to deal with supernatural events that science couldn’t solve. But after the founding of New China, 908 vanished from the public eye.”
“Now, the people in 908 are all the young disciples from the remaining sects. The person in charge is the current sect leader of Longhu Mountain. The person you hit earlier is his junior sister.”
“Besides Longhu Mountain, there are Maoshan, Baiyun Temple, Lushan Sect, and so on.”
“The young disciples from each sect who can enter 908 all have strength and pride, so Zhong Xueliu is impulsive and doesn’t speak very nicely.”
As Zhang Shimian spoke, he changed his tone: “Of course, compared to Yuanman, they are still just a tiny bit inferior.”
“Moreover…” Zhang Shimian looked at Nan Yuanman, concern in his eyes: “The strength you displayed this time will definitely attract a lot of attention from 908. They are very likely to extend an olive branch and invite you to join them.”
Nan Yuanman let out an “oh” with a flat reaction: “Not joining.”
Zhang Shimian had said so much, but hadn’t mentioned anyone from their Sanqing Temple in 908.
This showed that this so-called 908 department wasn’t easy to get along with.
Besides, she had just had a falling out with Zhong Xueliu. Was she supposed to join 908 and get bullied by her?
She absolutely wouldn’t!
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Just as Nan Yuanman finished purifying the yin energy in the manor, a team of strangers wearing black uniforms—three men and three women—burst in from outside the manor.
The leading man was tall, with very pale skin and a scar on his left cheek, making him look particularly intimidating.
Feng Yuli and Feng Xingchi vigilantly moved closer to Nan Yuanman. The man stopped half a meter away from them and showed his credentials: “Shangjing 908 Special Department, Zhuang Hetai.”
“Excuse me, my junior sister just called me saying there was a murder here. May I ask where she is now?”
Feng Yuli and Feng Xingchi looked at each other: “Murder?”
They had checked earlier; none of the guests had met with any accidents. They were just blinded by the ghost energy and hadn’t woken up yet.
Before they could ask who died, Zhong Xueliu’s voice came from afar: “Here, here! Senior Disciple Brother! Over here!”
Zhuang Hetai politely nodded to Feng Yuli and the others, then quickly led his people toward Zhong Xueliu.
Nan Yuanman and Feng Yuli and the others exchanged glances and followed along.
As soon as Zhuang Hetai approached Zhong Xueliu, he saw her bruised and swollen face. He frowned: “Junior sister, what happened to your face?”
Zhang Shimian couldn’t help but chuckle. Zhong Xueliu’s face flushed red. She glared fiercely at him, dodged his gaze, and pointed at Jiang Tianzong, about to speak.
Nan Yuanman’s voice cut in: “Did you kill my grandfather?”
