Chapter 265: Jiang Hengzhi Can’t Stand Up
Bai Wenyin paused slightly in her steps, raised her eyes to meet Old Master Nan’s perceptive gaze, and instantly understood—he had seen through it, he knew.
She actually… was not the real Bai Wenyin, but merely a spirit born from the old clothes she had left behind.
Just like… Xiao Cao.
Bai Wenyin instinctively looked toward Nan Yuanman behind Old Master Nan, a trace of hesitation appearing on her face as her lips parted slightly then pressed together again, remaining silent without knowing what to say.
Nan Yuanman did not notice the undercurrent between Bai Wenyin and Old Master Nan. Seeing her grandfather whom she hadn’t seen for a long time, she was extremely happy and ran over with pattering steps, directly pouncing onto his calf.
Like a kitten rubbing against his leg: “Grandpa, Grandpa! You’ve finally come out of seclusion! I missed you so much!”
Old Master Nan scrutinizingly stared at ‘Bai Wenyin’ for a moment, confirming she posed no danger before slowly lowering his head and stiffly patting Nan Yuanman’s fluffy little head: “Grandpa… also… missed you.”
After hugging Old Master Nan for a while, Nan Yuanman let go of him and happily ran toward Bai Wenyin with her short legs, pulling her hand and leading her toward Old Master Nan, her bright black-and-white eyes sparkling: “Grandpa, quick, look who this is!”
“My mom!”
She couldn’t help but reveal a silly smile, with a hint of pride: “My mom hasn’t gone to reincarnation yet! She came this time to handle things and helped me a lot!”
Old Master Nan stared at Nan Yuanman’s particularly delighted steamed bun face and grunted in acknowledgment, paused, then added: “Very good.”
After showing off, Nan Yuanman’s gaze fell on Jiang Zhen, who was sprawled on the ground like a pile of rotten meat, limp and her soul body shattered beyond recognition.
Bai Wenyin and Old Master Nan also tacitly did not argue at this moment, both person and spirit following Nan Yuanman’s line of sight.
Old Master Nan asked her word by word: “The person… behind you… who is it?”
Jiang Zhen arduously lifted her head, glaring viciously at Nan Yuanman: “You won’t find out my master’s identity!”
As soon as the words fell, her body suddenly expanded rapidly, her soul body cracking inch by inch, a manic expression on her face: “Even if I die, I’ll take you all down with me!”
“Oh no! She’s going to self-destruct!” ‘Bai Wenyin’ exclaimed.
Old Master Nan’s face darkened as he swiftly moved forward, intending to take Jiang Zhen to a remote mountain forest.
Faster than him was Xiao Hong. The enlarged Xiao Hong’s coffin mouth opened, directly swallowing the balloon-like inflated Jiang Zhen.
The coffin lid slammed shut with a boom.
Nan Yuanman could only hear Jiang Zhen’s scream at the end: “No no no! Damn it! Zhu Tian Cult won’t let you off aaaaaah—!”
“Bang!”
A muffled sound came from inside the coffin, but the coffin remained completely still, without even the slightest crack on the coffin body—only the unpainted half of the coffin body became even more glossy black.
From afar, it seemed to carry a hint of ominousness.
Nan Yuanman was startled and quickly controlled Xiao Hong to shrink back into her hand, holding her and inspecting left and right carefully: “Xiao Hong, are you okay? How are you fine? How do you eat anything like Grandpa!”
Xiao Hong rubbed affectionately against her palm.
The little bun’s face tensed up tightly: “No eating randomly next time!”
Xiao Hong shook, nodding up and down on the coffin body.
However…
Nan Yuanman turned around curiously to look at Old Master Nan and asked him: “Grandpa, what is Zhu Tian Cult?”
Old Master Nan shook his head: “Don’t… know.”
He hadn’t heard of this cult during his lifetime either, but he knew at once it was nothing good.
Nan Yuanman scratched her head. Since Grandpa didn’t know, she’d note it down first and ask Sister Xueliu later.
With Jiang Zhen’s death, the villagers and the other two Jiang family men under her control were also freed.
Aunt Zheng clutched her head and sat up unsteadily, crying out ouch ouch: “What’s going on? Wasn’t I cleaning at Yuanman’s house? How did I end up here? Ouch! My back!”
The other villagers gradually woke up one after another: “Why am I here? Wasn’t I planting vegetables in the yard?”
“Hiss! My face hurts so much, Old Zhang! Did you hit me?”
“Don’t spout nonsense! I haven’t even said you hit me! Ouch! My buttocks!”
Jiang Hengzhi jolted awake from a nightmare, gasping in shock and sitting up abruptly from the ground.
Memories from this period flooded back. Realizing what he had done, Jiang Hengzhi’s face changed and he twisted his head to vomit violently.
Jiang Chuyun’s face was pale, feeling completely drained of strength as he lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.
Nan Yuanman skillfully pulled out a talisman and crushed it. The talisman turned into specks of starlight drifting toward the still bewildered villagers.
The newly awakened villagers’ eyes rolled back and they fell down again.
When they woke up this time, they wouldn’t remember what had happened before, only thinking they had gotten tired from work and slept on the bed.
Oh, except for the three Jiang family members.
Nan Yuanman mischievously did not erase their memories.
She glanced slightly guiltily at Bai Wenyin—Mom probably hadn’t noticed her little trick, right? Those Jiang family members were so annoying anyway, so a small punishment for them was fine…
Right then, Zhong Xueliu and Nan Yichen, who had gone to destroy the formation pattern, returned, their faces flushed with excitement.
The formation was actually broken!
The method to break the formation was so unbelievably simple that they wondered if they were still in an illusionary realm.
Otherwise, why would the shikigami summoning formation that had troubled 908 for so many years be broken so easily?
In reality, this formation was easy to destroy this time—one because it was not yet complete, and two because the talismans Nan Yuanman gave them had sufficient destructive power.
If the shikigami summoning formation had been fully set up, or if the talismans and magic tools in their hands lacked sufficient destructive power, this formation would not have been so easy to destroy.
The workers had arrived. Nan Yuanman waved her hand, telling Zhong Xueliu and Nan Yichen to send the villagers home.
She didn’t dare ask Old Master Nan for help.
After so long, even she had realized that her current grandpa was not a living person. If he got close to ordinary people, it would make them sick.
Mom was a soul body too, not suitable for contact.
She could only let Sister Xueliu and Brother Yichen work a bit harder.
Zhong Xueliu and Nan Yichen didn’t say anything, after all, they really hadn’t done much this time and had even held Yuanman back…
While carrying the villagers, they secretly resolved in their hearts: upon returning to 908 in Shangjing this time, they’d train hard! Train diligently! Train extra hard! Next time they had a chance to go on a mission with Yuanman, they absolutely wouldn’t hold her back again!
After Jiang Hengzhi finished vomiting, his dazed brain fully cleared. Pale-faced, he looked toward Zhong Xueliu and was about to speak to seek help when he suddenly saw Nan Yuanman standing behind her.
As well as the illusory white figure behind Nan Yuanman.
Jiang Hengzhi’s pupils contracted slightly, his voice hoarse as he murmured: “Bai Wenyin…”
“Little sister.”
He instinctively tried to stand up and walk toward Bai Wenyin, but suddenly discovered.
He couldn’t stand up.
