Chapter 226: Suddenly A Dad
“Can’t even beat a child, aren’t you ashamed, Zhong Xueliu?”
Zhong Xueliu, who was applying an ice pack to her face, flushed red and said with a defeated expression: “Nan Yichen, if you think she’s just an ordinary child, then fight her yourself.”
She sneered: “I bet you wouldn’t last three moves against her!”
Nan Yichen let out a surprised sound, looking at Nan Yuanman with a bit of astonishment in his eyes: “That impressive, huh, child? Who’s your master? Which path are you on? What level have you cultivated to now?”
Nan Yuanman raised her hand and pushed aside Feng Yuli and Feng Congqian who were subtly blocking in front of her, lifted her little head, and said to him especially proudly: “I don’t have a master, but I have a grandpa.”
“I’m not a sorcerer, I’m a coffin maker.”
She blinked her big cute eyes: “Big brother, do you want to buy a coffin?”
“Coffin maker?” A little girl with twin ponytails and a very cute appearance asked curiously: “Is your grandpa named Nan Fusheng?”
Nan Yuanman lit up: “Big sister, how do you know my grandpa’s name?”
“It really is Nan Fusheng, I’m a corpse driver.” Qi Chuhan smiled shyly: “I heard it from my grandpa. He said that when he was young, he was friends with your grandpa and had ordered quite a few coffins from him for clients.”
“Unfortunately, your grandpa suddenly closed the shop for some reason and stopped working, and after that, they couldn’t find him anymore.”
“My grandpa was very regretful. Your grandpa made great coffins that could eliminate the deceased’s grievance. If he had kept going, he probably could have become China’s biggest coffin shop!”
Upon hearing this, Nan Yuanman instantly felt more fondness and closeness toward Qi Chuhan. She said sweetly: “Now I’m managing Grandpa’s coffin shop. If sister needs a coffin, you can order from me! I’ll give you a 20% discount!”
Qi Chuhan: “Okay…”
“That doesn’t seem right?” Another young man wearing a black shirt and black-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses and interjected: “I remember coffin makers don’t have any attack methods.”
He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Nan Yuanman, his voice cold: “Little friend, are you really only five years old?”
Qi Chuhan couldn’t help rolling her eyes: “Always this wrong, that wrong. Tan Yufan, did studying formations make you dumb? Can’t you even tell her bone age?”
Zhong Xueliu gritted her teeth: “…I wish she really wasn’t a five-year-old child.”
But… whether it was her appearance or bone age, they all told her that Nan Yuanman was genuinely a little kid!
Nan Yichen listened and listened, then couldn’t resist rolling up his sleeves, beckoning to Nan Yuanman eagerly: “Child, come on, hit me.”
Feng Congqian: “??”
Feng Yuli: “…”
The other Feng family members couldn’t help rolling their eyes, their expressions indescribable. How come none of the people from this 908 Bureau seemed reliable?
Zhang Shimian, who had been pushed out by them, irritably reached out and picked up Nan Yuanman from the encirclement: “Enough. Yuanman isn’t one of your 908 Bureau people. Stop teasing her.”
“Zhuang Hetai, get over here quick and go through the procedures! It’s getting late now. Our Yuanman still needs to eat and sleep! If you delay her sleep and growth, can you take responsibility?!”
Zhuang Hetai, who had been sitting quietly observing Nan Yuanman without speaking much, stood up and said: “Everyone, please follow me.”
Feng Congqian naturally took Nan Yuanman from Zhang Shimian’s arms and walked toward the interrogation room.
Zhuang Hetai originally wanted to separate Nan Yuanman from Feng Congqian for questioning, but facing the palm-sized face in his arms, with delicate and pretty features like a doll, the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back.
He simply let the father and daughter come in together.
“Sit.” Zhuang Hetai pointed to the empty seat, bent down to take out paper and pen: “Little friend, your name is Nan Yuanman, right?”
Nan Yuanman nodded: “Yes!”
“So you say the deceased is your grandfather. Do you have any evidence? Or besides Mr. Feng, is there anyone who can verify it for you?”
It wasn’t that Zhuang Hetai didn’t trust Nan Yuanman; it was just that at the scene full of ghost energy back then, only Nan Yuanman knew mystical arts.
Zhong Xueliu also said she had a very strange spiritual artifact, so he had to be extra cautious.
“Yes.” Zhuang Hetai’s attitude was mild, and Nan Yuanman also retracted her prickly demeanor, saying softly: “I have my uncle’s contact information. You can ask him.”
After saying that, she even raised her hand to show the little watch on her wrist, opened her block list, and pointed to a phone number on it for Zhuang Hetai to see.
Zhuang Hetai quickly noted down the number and asked her: “When the deceased ran away, did you chase after him?”
“No no.” Nan Yuanman shook her little head, her baby fat cheeks jiggling with the motion: “I saw that miss chase after him, so I didn’t go.”
“Very good, one last question.” Zhuang Hetai relaxed his brows and asked her: “Back at the manor, where did you put all those evil ghosts that were released?”
Feng Congqian realized there was a trap in this question. His face turned slightly cold, and he looked at Zhuang Hetai very displeased.
Zhuang Hetai smiled mildly at him and continued staring at Nan Yuanman.
“I didn’t collect them.” Nan Yuanman said honestly: “Xiao Hong ate them all.”
“Oh right, those fierce ghosts came out of this small wooden puppet.” Nan Yuanman rummaged in her small shoulder bag and took out a pitch-black small wooden puppet emanating a sinister aura.
That small wooden puppet was only the size of her palm, with a round face, a princess-cut hairstyle, and clothes that were just two crudely crossed lines.
It looked like a defective puppet rejected by a toy factory.
Zhuang Hetai’s face changed abruptly when he saw the puppet, and he carefully took it from Nan Yuanman’s hand.
This was… something from R country?
Nan Yuanman: “I picked this up off the ground when I was purifying the manor.”
“I remember that after Jiang Tianzong, oh, my grandfather, finished speaking, he tossed this thing in my direction, and then a bunch of black things and evil ghosts came out.”
“I think this should be useful to you.”
Actually, it was useful to Nan Yuanman too—it could let Xiao Hong eat it and repair the last crack!
But she figured these big brothers and big sisters should recognize who made these things, and maybe she could learn from them who the big bad guy who harmed her was!
Then she could go straight to the big bad guy’s lair and take him out!
Heh heh heh!
She was so smart!
Zhuang Hetai put away the puppet: “Okay, I understand.”
He asked a few more questions, and after Nan Yuanman answered them all, he questioned the other Feng family members.
After two hours, the interrogation finally ended.
“To prevent the evil path from targeting you, I’ll arrange for people to guard around Feng Family Manor these days. If you need help, you can seek it from them.”
When seeing off the Feng family members and Nan Yuanman, Zhuang Hetai looked down at Nan Yuanman and said: “If you encounter the evil path, you can also run toward them. They’ll help you.”
Nan Yuanman nodded: “Okay.”
Zhuang Hetai moved his lips, wanting to say something more, but in the end didn’t, watching Nan Yuanman and the Feng family members leave.
Zhang Shimian didn’t leave with them and raised an eyebrow at him: “Strange, you guys didn’t invite Yuanman to join the 908 Bureau this time. Didn’t you say before that the bureau was short on people?”
“She’s only five.” Zhuang Hetai glanced at him, his voice cold: “908 hasn’t fallen so low as to enslave child labor.”
Zhang Shimian: “…” If it weren’t for Zhuang Hetai hanging him from a chandelier as bait when he was little, he would have believed it.
Wasn’t it just fear of the Feng family members getting mad? What a high-sounding excuse!
Hypocrisy!
Zhuang Hetai returned to the 908 Bureau office, took out the small wooden puppet Nan Yuanman gave him, and seriously took out his mobile phone to dial a number: “Master… There’s movement from R country again.”
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There were many Feng family members, so they took two cars.
Exhausted after a long day, Nan Yuanman curled up in Feng Congqian’s arms and slept soundly as soon as she got in the car.
Feng Congqian held Nan Yuanman and gently patted her back. Feng Yuli and the others, who were talking, also lowered their voices a bit.
In the other car.
“Who would’ve thought our Yuanman is so impressive.” Feng Jingcheng looked excited and thrilled.
This was the first time he learned that the authorities actually had a place like 908 Bureau managing special incidents. It was eye-opening!
“Hey, Second Brother, why aren’t you saying anything?” Feng Jingcheng chattered on, but Feng Yanxiu, sitting beside him, remained silent.
He nudged his arm, but Feng Yanxiu still didn’t respond.
Feng Jingcheng frowned, turning unhappily: “Second Brother, you don’t still have designs on Yuanman…”
Before he finished, he saw Feng Yanxiu, who had been keeping his head down silently, slowly raise his head to look at him. That pale face instantly turned into a grayish child face.
The child face grinned, showing him a big smile: “Daddy…”
Feng Jingcheng: “!!!”
Feng Jingcheng: “Aaaah!!!”
