Chapter 259: Different Patterns
After the words were spoken, a flash of annoyance crossed Nan Yuanman’s face. She didn’t know why, but as if possessed, she made this request to the mother in front of her.
Clearly, she still hadn’t fully confirmed that the person in front of her was her real mother.
Nan Yuanman’s steamed bun face was a bit tense. She pulled the quilt up to her chin and, before Bai Wenyin could speak, said in a muffled voice, “It’s okay if not. Perfection can sleep alone.”
Facing the child’s request, how could Bai Wenyin possibly refuse?
“Of course!” Bai Wenyin said. Just like before death, she carefully got onto the bed, lay beside Nan Yuanman separated by the quilt, and gazed at her with exceptionally gentle eyes.
The slightly cool temperature transmitted through the quilt to Nan Yuanman’s body. She secretly glanced at Bai Wenyin, then quickly closed her eyes.
After closing her eyes for just a few seconds, she opened them again to peek, only to meet Bai Wenyin’s smiling eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Bai Wenyin gently patted her through the quilt. “Can’t sleep? How about Mother sings a lullaby to coax you to sleep?”
Nan Yuanman lay on her side facing her, blinked her clear black-and-white eyes, and hesitated before nodding. “Okay.”
She… had never heard Mother’s lullaby before!
Bai Wenyin hummed a gentle lullaby from her mouth, her hand lightly patting Nan Yuanman’s back now and then.
Nan Yuanman closed her eyes and gradually fell into a deep sleep.
From the small shoulder bag she placed at the head of the bed, a small head quietly poked out soundlessly. Xiao Cao was staring silently at Bai Wenyin through the opening of the shoulder bag.
If this Bai Wenyin had any thought of harming Nan Yuanman, she would decisively strike and kill her.
Until the next day, when Aunt Zheng’s loud voice woke Nan Yuanman, Bai Wenyin still hadn’t made a move on her.
Nan Yuanman groggily crawled out from under the covers. Her hair was messy after sleeping all night, and the neatly combed sheep-horn braids had loosened on one side, looking just like a bird’s nest.
She rubbed her eyes and immediately saw Sister Xueliu and Nan Yichen sitting on stools, watching her expressionlessly.
Nan Yuanman’s little hand paused slightly, a flash of guilt crossing her face. During yesterday’s soul-summoning, she had summoned Mother, so all her attention was on Mother, and she forgot about Sister Xueliu and Brother Yichen…
But they were from the Mystic Sect after all, so with their souls out of body, they should have ways to protect themselves… right?
Even without ways to protect themselves, it didn’t matter. After she ate and was full, she could try soul-summoning again.
Right!
Nan Yuanman’s still somewhat dazed brain instantly cleared. She hurriedly looked around the room. Where was Mother? Where had Mother gone?
Could it be that she… disappeared while she was sleeping?
Nan Yuanman’s chest felt a bit stuffy, her nose a bit sour. She muttered softly, “What… she left without even telling me.”
“What do you mean without telling you?” Bai Wenyin’s clear voice came from behind Nan Yuanman. Her eyes lit up, and she whipped around to look.
She saw Bai Wenyin slowly floating in from outside the window, looking like she had just returned from outside.
Nan Yuanman: “Where did you go?”
“I went around the village. The changes in the village are really big.” Bai Wenyin sighed.
When she first arrived at Batang Village, there were more tile-roofed houses than bungalows. Now almost every household had bungalows.
The muddy dirt roads had turned into cement roads, very convenient for walking.
She saw Nan Yuanman’s crooked twin braids, leaned forward, and pointed. “Want Mother to braid your hair for you?”
A flash of anticipation appeared in Nan Yuanman’s eyes, and she nodded. “Okay, thank you.”
She brought over a small stool and sat obediently.
Bai Wenyin floated behind her, her fingers deftly styling Nan Yuanman’s hair into a pair of cat ears.
She nodded in satisfaction, unable to hold back a smile on her face. “When I saw videos before, I thought I definitely had to style my daughter’s hair this cute way in the future. Now it’s finally come true.”
Nan Yuanman couldn’t help but stand beside the mirror, checking left and right, even lightly bouncing twice, watching the cat ears made of hair on her head jiggle like jelly.
She said smugly, “I look really good.”
Bai Wenyin: “Of course! My kid is the cutest, cutest, cutest, cutest!”
Nan Yuanman couldn’t keep her mouth from curving up at the praise, and she bounced off to wash up.
After washing up, she went downstairs. Aunt Zheng had already finished making breakfast. Seeing her cute hairstyle, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Yuanman, impressive! You can style your own hair now! These two ears are so cute!”
The corners of Nan Yuanman’s mouth lifted, and she couldn’t help but show off. “My mother braided it for me.”
Aunt Zheng: “Oh, your mother braided it for you. No wonder…??”
Wait!
Her body suddenly stiffened. Who did she say braided it for her?
Didn’t Yuanman’s mom die several years ago?!
Aunt Zheng looked at Nan Yuanman climbing onto the stool to sit and prepare to eat, gulped down some saliva, didn’t dare ask, didn’t dare approach, and hurriedly said, “Yuanman, eat first! I’ll take you to the fields later!”
Nan Yuanman: “Okay.”
Bai Wenyin watched Aunt Zheng run off like she was fleeing, then looked at the proud Nan Yuanman, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly, though her heart felt especially sour.
If…
If she were still alive, Yuanman’s bragging would get envy, instead of like now, only able to secretly rejoice like a little mouse.
Bai Wenyin blinked her eyes rapidly, suppressing the regret in her heart, and sat smiling on the side watching Nan Yuanman eat like a little hamster.
Nan Yuanman ate very slowly, chewing thoroughly, and it took nearly an hour to finish one meal.
After eating her fill, she obediently cleared the bowls and chopsticks, took them to wash, put them in the disinfection cabinet, and then called Aunt Zheng to take her to the fields to have a look.
Aunt Zheng restrained herself from glancing toward Nan Yuanman’s side, leading her to the fields: “Look, these red spider silks were all made by those spiders, densely packed.”
Aunt Zheng pointed to a conspicuous patch of red in the vegetable patch, frowning, picked up a wooden stick, and walked in: “It’s only been one night, and the spider silk has increased again, really annoying!”
In Nan Yuanman’s eyes, these were not ordinary spider silks; she could sense the particularly eerie and thick yin energy emanating from them.
She walked over to the nearest spider web and took a look, discovering that this spider web was not the diamond shape she commonly saw, but a circular one, resembling a yin-yang eight trigrams pattern.
But…
Why did this yin-yang eight trigrams look like it was missing arms and legs? It looked strange.
Nan Yuanman furrowed her little brows, used her watch to photograph the spider web pattern for record, then trotted over to look at a few other spider webs.
Besides the incomplete yin-yang eight trigrams, there were triangular ones, circular ones with pentagrams inside, all sorts of bizarre shapes.
It was as if… someone had set up a formation here and deliberately left behind the formation eye.
But, would someone really be that stupid to expose the formation eye outside?
