Chapter 238: We’ve Met Again
Feng Yanxiu’s pupils suddenly contracted: “!!”
At the critical moment, the door of the private room, which had been closed at some point, was forcefully pushed open by someone, and a crisp child’s voice quickly rang out: “Heaven pure, earth spirit, evil spirits reveal themselves; heavenly net, earthly web, decree executed; by the order of Taishang Laojun, urgently as the law commands, exorcise evil, slay ghosts, reduce to dust! Destroy!”
Golden talismans shot forth rapidly, transforming in midair into a sharp arrow that pierced through Zheng Zi’ang’s head.
Zheng Zi’ang’s eyes widened, his body rapidly disintegrating, he screamed in panic: “No… no! My body! My body!! I finally came back to life, I haven’t lived enough, I haven’t achieved longevity yet, no——!!”
In just a few seconds, Zheng Zi’ang’s body completely turned into a puddle of mud emitting a foul stench.
Something seemed to be struggling to burrow out from the mud, Nan Yuanman swiftly approached and thrust the copper coin sword down.
“Ah——!” A shrill scream rang out, accompanied by a burst of black smoke, the thing trying to emerge completely dissipated, leaving only the puddle of mud on the ground emitting a fishy stench.
Such a large person turning into mud right under his eyes created a massive shock, Feng Yanxiu nearly lost his composure as an older brother and knelt down.
He supported himself on the sofa armrest, his voice hoarse as he asked: “Yuanman, he… what happened?”
“Just as you saw. He wasn’t truly resurrected from the dead to begin with. His body was made by mixing grave mound soil with red lead, then his soul was placed into a vessel full of life force, creating the illusion that he was still ‘alive’.”
Nan Yuanman pinched a small clump of mud and sniffed it at her nose tip, then disdainfully tossed the mud aside and clapped her hands: “To continue living like a normal person, he had to absorb the life force of living people.”
“Yeah… just like the wedding dress ghost absorbing Fifth Brother Xiao Qidong’s friend’s yang energy before.”
“The person who helped him resurrect from the dead is simply the worst bad guy in the world!”
If Zheng Zi’ang had followed the proper process obediently, after going to the underworld, he would at most stay in hell for a few decades, a hundred years, and after eliminating his sins, he could reincarnate.
But he took the evil path, took a shortcut, and completely lost the qualification to be reborn as a human.
Feng Yanxiu pursed his lips and looked at Nan Yuanman, hesitating to speak.
Unlike Feng Congqian and the others who had witnessed Nan Yuanman’s abilities, this was the first time he realized that Nan Yuanman was different from other children, and at the same time… he also realized how dangerous the world she was in was.
As an older brother, the first thought in Feng Yanxiu’s mind was to keep Nan Yuanman far away from this circle.
But now…
She was already involved. If she stayed away from this circle, could she grow up safely?
Feng Yanxiu didn’t know.
Feng Yanxiu was very confused, and also… felt a bit powerless.
As her brother, an older brother who was ten years older than Yuanman, he actually needed her protection…
If this got out, it would be quite embarrassing.
Nan Yuanman didn’t know about Feng Yanxiu’s inner turmoil. She quickly called Zhong Xueliu from the 908 Special Intelligence Department, who had shamelessly insisted on getting her contact information, and asked her to come clean up the mess.
Zhong Xueliu, who had just brought people to Old Ghost Li’s lair: “???”
She could hardly believe it: “You mean, in the ten minutes since you left, you took down another evil entity, right?”
Nan Yuanman: “Yeah.”
She looked at the messy private room and said somewhat troubled: “The scene is a tiny bit chaotic, and it involved an ordinary person, so I need you all to come help wrap things up, Sister Xueliu.”
Zhong Xueliu said she’d be right over, then dazedly hung up the phone.
Nan Yichen, wearing a mask and coming to clean up Old Ghost Li’s corpse, saw Zhong Xueliu’s ghostly expression: “What’s up? Someone dug up your ancestral grave?”
“Your ancestral grave was dug up.” Zhong Xueliu snapped back, rolled her eyes at him, grabbed him and headed out: “Come on! With me to the Northern Club, Nan Yuanman took down another evil entity there.”
Nan Yichen: “???”
He exclaimed exaggeratedly: “Holy crap! Taking down an evil path practitioner and an evil entity in one day, this little monster is going to heaven?!”
“I don’t know if she’ll go to heaven, but if we let her keep going, neither of us will have jobs anymore.”
With so many people in the 908 Special Intelligence Department, none of them could match a child who had just turned five. If the bosses found out, they’d get scolded bloody.
On the other side, Nan Yuanman hung up the phone contentedly.
Knowing people from that 908 whatever oranges group was useful. See, when she caused trouble, someone cleaned up after her.
Xiao Cao, who had accomplished her mission and retreated, flew back to Nan Yuanman’s side, gently rubbed her rough head against Nan Yuanman’s cheek, then perched on her shoulder.
Nan Yuanman stroked her head and instinctively drew a strand of merit from her spiritual platform and passed it to her.
A golden light flashed over Xiao Cao, and the originally shaky straw became more solid.
Feng Yanxiu didn’t dare to completely slack off. He leaned on the sofa armrest to recover for a bit, then went around the pile of mud on the ground, picked up the woman who had fainted in the corner, and carried Nan Yuanman out of the private room.
Nan Yuanman leaned against his leg, touched her little stomach, smacked her lips, and looked up at Feng Yanxiu: “Fifth Brother, it’s hungry.”
Feng Yanxiu looked down and saw Nan Yuanman pointing at her little stomach.
Feng Yanxiu looked at the men and women downstairs who were obliviously twisting their waists and dancing hot dances, as well as the cabinets full of liquor, fell silent for a moment, then said with difficulty: “Wait here.”
So, when Zhong Xueliu arrived, she saw Nan Yuanman sitting on Feng Yanxiu’s shoes, happily eating a burger in her hand, with several fruit platters beside her.
Zhong Xueliu’s mouth twitched.
Nan Yichen chuckled: “Little ghost, you sure know how to enjoy yourself.”
“My grandpa said that people can die at any time, so as long as you’re alive in this world for a day, you should learn to enjoy it.” Nan Yuanman mumbled with her mouth full, lifted her oily finger and pointed at the private room door behind her: “The person’s inside, you can go in and clean up yourselves.”
“Alright, you go back first. This place isn’t suitable for a little child like you.” On her way upstairs, who knows how many couples were making out below.
Better not let a minor see such an eye-searing scene.
Feng Yanxiu nodded slightly to her and pointed at the woman fainted against the wall by the private room doorway: “She’s in your hands. Zheng Zi’ang had his eye on her from the start.”
Nan Yichen made an OK gesture.
As Feng Yanxiu carried Nan Yuanman past him, he cheekily reached out to pinch her cheek, but Nan Yuanman slapped his hand, and his hand visibly swelled red.
Nan Yichen: “…” Such strong grip.
Feng Yanxiu had just brought Nan Yuanman out of the club when he spotted his empty parking spot at a glance.
Feng Yanxiu: “…”
He silently looked down at Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman tactically ate her burger.
Feng Yanxiu sighed helplessly and ruffled her little head vigorously: “I’ll make a call, don’t run around.”
Nan Yuanman: “Okay!”
Feng Yanxiu had just turned around to call the family driver when a child’s voice sounded in Nan Yuanman’s ear: “Sister Yuanman!”
A hand suddenly landed on Nan Yuanman’s shoulder. She paused, slowly turned her head, and met the gaze of Zhou Wenxuan, who had appeared behind her at some point. He had a big smile on his face: “What a coincidence.”
“We meet again.”
