Chapter 229: You’re Still Too Young To Understand
When they clearly heard what Nan Yuanman said, Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu’s faces both turned green.
The female ghost shyly and bashfully answered her: “Little Immortal Aunt, you’re still young, you don’t understand. For a woman, husband… can have many, many.”
“Only just two…”
Before she could finish, Feng Yanxiu, with a face ashen with anger, quickly stepped forward and covered Nan Yuanman’s ears, saying in a deep voice: “Miss, please don’t say any more.”
Feng Jingcheng also hurriedly came to Nan Yuanman’s side and cried injustice: “Big sister! Don’t spread rumors!”
“I’ve been single since birth! I don’t even have a girlfriend yet! How could I be your husband?”
Feng Yanxiu nodded, pursed his lips, and said: “I… haven’t dated a girlfriend either.”
“What’s more, you and I are not from the same era. How could I possibly be your husband?”
Hearing them say this, the female ghost in the longevity lock was unhappy. She floated out holding her own doll, looking at them with a face full of grievance, like looking at an unfaithful man: “How can you say that?”
“If you weren’t my husband, why would you go to the trouble of having someone properly bury me and my child?” She asked Feng Yanxiu, then asked Feng Jingcheng:
“If you weren’t my husband, then that day in the car, why did you drill into my arms?”
The female ghost holding the ghost doll, a blush appearing on her grayish-white face, shyly said: “In our era, you… already count as having had marital intimacy with me. You have to take responsibility for me, so how can you not be considered my husband?”
“Child, come on.” She patted the ghost doll’s back: “Call daddy.”
The ghost doll obediently called to Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu: “Big daddy, second daddy!”
Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu’s faces instantly turned black.
Feng Jingcheng: “Don’t call me that, I’m not your daddy! Your age converted would make you older than my great-grandpa! I don’t have a child as old as you!”
The ghost doll, scolded by him, instinctively showed a bit of ghostly menace on its face. When it glimpsed Nan Yuanman pulling out the copper coin sword from her small shoulder bag, the ghostly menace on its face quickly dissipated. It turned around and went into the female ghost’s stomach, not daring to act up.
He and his mother saw yesterday that this Little Immortal Aunt was very fierce!
With a copper coin sword, she could chop those evil ghosts into minced meat. It was much stronger than the Taoist priests they had encountered before who had to set up an altar to perform religious rites!
He didn’t dare to act up in front of her.
The female ghost’s face stiffened slightly. She looked at Feng Jingcheng with a face full of sorrow, her voice carrying a sobbing tone: “Husband, you’re so fierce~”
“People, people are so heartbroken, wuwuwuwu~~~”
The female ghost didn’t know where she pulled out a handkerchief from. She held it with an orchid finger, covering her face and sobbing.
Hearing her crying, Feng Jingcheng felt a bit heartbroken in a daze. He looked helplessly at the sobbing female ghost: “Hey, don’t cry. I-I didn’t mean it.”
Nan Yuanman’s little brows instantly furrowed, her small face darkened. She pulled out a talisman from her small shoulder bag and unhesitatingly flung it at her.
The talisman hit the female ghost, who let out a miserable scream and flew out, crashing heavily to the ground.
The ghost doll that had been in the female ghost’s stomach was also flung out by her. It shrieked: “Mother!”
It fiercely turned its head and glared at Nan Yuanman. Its grayish-white face fully showed its ghostly menace. It let out a low roar and bared its teeth, charging at Nan Yuanman: “You dare hurt my mother! I’ll kill you!”
“Yan’er! Come back!” the female ghost called out in panic.
Nan Yuanman slapped the flying ghost doll back like swatting a ball and said unhappily: “Get this straight, she was the one who first used ghost technique in front of me to bewitch my brother!”
“If she hadn’t used ghost technique first, I wouldn’t have attacked her at all.”
The female ghost hurriedly went forward to catch the flying ghost doll. The ghost doll burrowed into her arms and wailed: “Mother, she bullied me, she bullied me, wuwuwuwu!!”
“She bullied you and there’s nothing mother can do about it. Mother can’t beat her either.” The female ghost held him, her face full of sorrow.
The big and small one hugged their heads and cried bitterly.
Nan Yuanman: “…”
Feng Jingcheng: “…”
Feng Yanxiu: “…”
This scene, no matter how you look at it, made them three seem like big villains bullying ghosts.
Nan Yuanman felt a tiny bit guilty for a few seconds, then spoke to interrupt the hugging and crying mother and son: “Alright! Stop crying! Tell the truth. Why are you haunting my two brothers? What is your demand?”
“I… I just want to find a father for my child.” The female ghost held the ghost doll and spoke aggrievedly.
Back then, when the workers dug them mother and son out and saw that their “home” where she and the child had lived for so long was destroyed, she was angry inside.
Especially when Li Dali, to take the gold longevity lock she had made for the child with gold, even yanked off the child’s neck and crushed the head underfoot. Rage and grievance shattered her reason.
That very night, she took the child to give Li Dali a lesson.
She really wanted to kill him directly, but she still remembered that the Taoist priest who performed religious rites for them back then said that if she and the child had human lives on their hands, they could not reincarnate.
She and the child could only scare Li Dali shitless and piss himself, making him hand over the gold longevity lock to Feng Yanxiu of his own accord.
At first, the female ghost thought Feng Yanxiu was like those greedy people and would pocket the gold longevity lock.
Unexpectedly, he bought a very nice-looking box, put the longevity lock inside, found someone to locate a feng shui treasure land for them mother and son, and properly buried them along with the longevity lock.
As the female ghost spoke, her face blushed again. She threw a flirtatious glance at Feng Yanxiu: “Whether in life or after death, I’ve never seen such a gentle man who thinks so much for me and my child, so… I fell in love with him at first sight.”
Feng Yanxiu’s face stiffened, and he looked away.
“Plus, my husband and I and the child have been dead for so long, that dead ghost husband hasn’t come to pick us up. I don’t want to wait for him anymore, so I just want to change a father for the child.”
Nan Yuanman listened and was silent for a few seconds before asking: “How did you die?”
“Don’t mention it.” The female ghost had a face full of bad luck: “I took the child out on a pleasure boat. When we reached the center of the lake, I don’t know what happened, but a big hole broke in the bottom of the boat, drowning me and the child.”
“I don’t know what was wrong that day. My guard’s rescue speed was particularly slow, plus I had drunk some wine, so…”
The female ghost annoyedly hugged the ghost doll in her arms tightly: “If only I had chosen the other boat that day.”
Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu sensed something off. They exchanged a glance, and Feng Jingcheng asked: “What is your husband’s name?”
Before the female ghost looked over, he hurriedly added: “I mean the husband you married in the wedding ceremony before, not us two.”
“Also… what is your name?”
The female ghost lacked interest: “Oh, that dead ghost? His name is Song Bohan. As for me, I’m called He Shimin.”
She gave Feng Jingcheng a sweet smile: “Husband can call me Minmin~”
Feng Jingcheng: “…” Polite smile.
While the female ghost’s attention wasn’t on him, Feng Yanxiu took out his mobile phone and searched for the three words Song Bohan.
Soon, the search engine popped up his dynasty: “Song Bohan, courtesy name Mingyuan… literati of the Great Cheng Dynasty…”
Feng Yanxiu quickly skimmed over his long description and locked onto the introduction of his wife in his lifetime. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said: “Song Bohan’s wife’s name is… Xue Ziqing.” Not He Shimin.
