Chapter 26: What Waves Can A Five-year-old Kid Stir Up?
Jiang Hengzhi’s hand paused slightly as he fetched toys for Jiang Xinxin, and he lowered his gaze with a light hum: “Do you really believe Bai Wenyin is truly dead?”
“She used to do plenty of outrageous things like this to attract our attention and care, and besides, would she be willing to die? Every year the Jiang family deposits such a large sum of money into her bank card. Even if she doesn’t return to the Jiang family, it’s enough for her to live luxuriously outside.”
Jiang Hengzhi sneered: “Compared to her being dead, I more believe she thought Nan Yuanman was a burden, abandoned her after giving birth to her, and went off to live a good life.”
He admitted that when he first heard Nan Yuanman say Bai Wenyin was dead, he felt a bit upset inside, but more than that, he couldn’t believe it.
He knew how strong Bai Wenyin’s body was. After being abducted for sixteen years, she could still return home intact, and upon returning, she even had the strength to fight with Yao Yao.
After being punished by him to spend a night in the small dark room starving, she came out with enough strength to punch him in the nose.
How could someone so full of life possibly die?
Jiang Lixuan listened and subconsciously turned his head to look upstairs, afraid that Nan Yuanman would hear this and feel hurt.
He spoke with a hint of complaint: “Don’t say these things in front of Perfection next time.”
“No matter what, Perfection is still a child. The grievances between Bai Wenyin and us don’t involve her.”
“How doesn’t it involve her? Isn’t there a saying that the father’s debt is repaid by the son? The mother’s debt is repaid by the daughter too.” Jiang Hengzhi sneered: “Since Bai Wenyin dared to let her daughter return alone, she should be prepared for us to make things difficult for her daughter.”
Maybe… if she heard that Nan Yuanman wasn’t doing well in the Jiang family, she would come back?
Jiang Lixuan’s expression was indescribable: “…Second Brother, targeting a little kid, don’t be too ridiculous.”
“But don’t blame me for not warning you—Nan Yuanman learned a lot from that coffin maker old man she follows. Make sure you don’t cross her, or else… I won’t be able to save you.” Jiang Lixuan said as he walked toward the staircase.
Jiang Hengzhi scoffed. It was just a five-year-old kid—what waves could she make?
Jiang Lixuan’s steps paused slightly, his brows and eyes narrowing as he stood at the staircase entrance and looked back at Jiang Hengzhi: “…Second Brother, do you… regret driving Bai Wenyin away before?”
Jiang Hengzhi didn’t answer. In the living room, there was only the clicking sound of Jiang Xinxin building with building blocks.
Jiang Lixuan waited half a minute, pursed his lips, his voice low and slightly hoarse: “…I do.”
Back then, although he favored Jiang Yueyao a bit, he also knew that Bai Wenyin was his true blood-related little sister. He actually… didn’t want to drive Bai Wenyin away.
It was just that she was too stubborn.
He only wanted to teach her a lesson, thinking that after going out and suffering a bit, she would realize how good the Jiang family was to her and return in a few years.
But he hadn’t expected that once she left, it would be five years.
Five years later, when he went to find her, he could only see her child, not her…
At first, he had some resentment toward her in his heart, but after hearing what Nan Yuanman said today, he truly felt unsettled inside.
“I’ll send someone out to search for traces of Bai Wenyin. Second Brother, I hope you don’t regret it like I do.” After Jiang Lixuan finished speaking, he also went upstairs.
Jiang Hengzhi was silent for a moment, sneering lightly in his heart.
Who would regret driving away a disgrace to the Jiang family?
As he thought this in his mind, he couldn’t help but recall Bai Wenyin when she had just returned to the Jiang family.
Bai Wenyin back then was thin and sensitive. He could feel her fawning over them, her blood brothers and birth parents.
At that time, they felt guilty toward Bai Wenyin. After all, if they hadn’t been so playful at the amusement park and paid more attention to her, Bai Wenyin wouldn’t have been abducted.
They… had also once wanted to properly make it up to Bai Wenyin and live well with her.
But the abducted Bai Wenyin had picked up the vicious temperament of the lower classes. She appeared fragile and sensitive on the surface, but was exceptionally malicious in private. She incited people at school to bully Jiang Yueyao, and even… when they were in a car accident together on the way to the mall, she abandoned him alone and fled for her life.
If Yao Yao and her classmate hadn’t happened to pass by at that time, he and the driver would have died in that car accident.
Thinking of this, Jiang Hengzhi’s slightly wavering heart gradually firmed up again. For such a vicious woman, even if she really died, he wouldn’t feel any regret.
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Second floor.
Inside Nan Yuanman’s room.
After Nan Yuanman locked the door from the inside, she took out several talismans from her small shoulder bag and buried them in the four southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest corners of the bedroom. Then she opened the slightly trembling small coffin.
As soon as the small coffin opened, a mass of black mist rushed out from it, charging straight at Nan Yuanman’s face.
Yin energy surged greatly in the room, wild winds blew, and a layer of gray ice formed on the exposed tiles and the bottles and jars on the table.
Nan Yuanman’s neatly combed hair was blown by the yin wind, her delicate and fair little face exceptionally serious. She raised her chubby little hand and grabbed the black mist rushing toward her.
At the same time, another mass of black mist crawled quickly toward her from the ground, its hands turning into sharp scissors that clipped toward her little leg.
“Dong!”
Xiao Cao descended from the sky, smashing heavily onto the black mist.
Zhuang Zhuang suddenly let out a miserable howl: “Ah——!”
“Brother!” The little black furball grabbed by Nan Yuanman screamed, her body twisting wildly: “Let me go! You demon! Let me go quick! Let go of my brother!”
“Let you go? Impossible. You have so many karmic obstacles on you. If I let you go, you’ll run out and harm people again.” Nan Yuanman hummed lightly. Just now, if she hadn’t reacted quickly, she would have been killed by these two little ghosts.
These two little ghosts were very fierce.
Even Grandpa in the coffin couldn’t suppress them.
“We never actively harmed anyone. It was those people who drove us to do it! We didn’t want to!” The little girl said in a trembling voice: “We’re innocent! We didn’t do bad things!”
She looked at Nan Yuanman pitiably, begging her: “Sister, believe us. We were harmed to death by others too. We’re innocent.”
The black mist on the little girl slowly receded, revealing her original appearance.
She looked only 2-3 years old, very thin and weak. She had probably been burned to death, with large areas of burns on her body, half her face destroyed, and the remaining intact half pale face vaguely showing that she must have been very cute before being burned.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Nan Yuanman felt a bit soft-hearted.
She knew they had been harmed to death. When Grandpa was alive teaching her, he had mentioned it to her.
In the Siam area of Southeast Asia, there were some black sorcerers who specialized in practicing wicked arts.
They were skilled in head-lowering techniques, corpse suppression techniques, and raising little ghosts.
The corpses needed for raising little ghosts had to be those who died after extreme abuse. Only such children would produce massive grievance at death, allowing their souls to condense for the black sorcerers to control.
Some black sorcerers, to make the yin gate amulets and Kuman Thong they produced effective, would specifically go to remote mountain villages in the deep mountains and old forests, buying corpses of those who died unnaturally at extremely low prices, or bribe people to abuse targeted infants to death to obtain the corpses needed for raising little ghosts.
Precisely because of this, Nan Yuanman had been lenient when dealing with Zhuang Zhuang and his sister.
Otherwise, just based on the purplish-red karmic obstacles on Zhuang Zhuang, she would have directly blasted him into the eighteenth level of hell with a heavenly lightning talisman long ago.
But she also knew they were full of lies. Only 5% of what this little girl said was believable.
However, Nan Yuanman wanted to send this pair of twins down after finishing things with the Meng family, but it was somewhat difficult because they indeed still had unresolved obsessions lingering on them.
Obsessions not dispelled, no entry into reincarnation.
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips, hesitated, and let go of the hand gripping the little girl’s throat.
As soon as the little girl broke free, her originally pitiable expression instantly turned ferocious. She shrieked: “Master save me——!”
At the same time.
In a deep mountain somewhere in China.
A middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged under a waterfall, his body covered in weird patterns, suddenly opened his eyes.
