Chapter 273: Luck Stealing Technique
Nan Yuanman’s movements were too sudden. By the time the others reacted, she was already hanging on Feng Yuli’s body like a koala.
Feng Yuli somewhat dazedly hugged the little dumpling that had climbed into his arms, with a small coffin still perched on his head: “Yuanman, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Feng Congqian walked over, his gaze falling on the small coffin on his head. Several guesses arose in his mind, and his heart sank slightly as he asked her: “Yuanman, is your big brother entangled by something?”
Feng Jingcheng reflexively looked around left and right: “It’s not going to pop out another female ghost from some corner again, is it?!”
Feng Yanxiu also instinctively tensed his body, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
Nan Yuanman shook her head, then nodded again, her little brows furrowed, somewhat troubled: “Big brother isn’t entangled by anything, but there is indeed a problem with his body.”
However, with people coming and going here, it wasn’t a good place to talk. Nan Yuanman patted Feng Yuli’s back: “Big brother, let’s go home first.”
Feng Yuli nodded steadily: “Okay.”
At the same time, inside a shrine in a remote little village in R Country.
The three sticks of incense inserted in the incense burner broke off at the base all at once. A wail emanated from the scarecrow wrapped in white runes.
“A Hao!” Xie Qingya cried out in shock and horror, lunging fiercely toward the small straw doll, her trembling hands trying to pick him up from in front of the new incense burner.
But a pair of hands moved faster than hers. Those hands held a white rune between the fingertips, and the rune wrapped around the scarecrow again, steadying Feng Junhao’s faintly departing soul body.
Xie Qingya breathed a sigh of relief as if she had survived a disaster, then turned around and glared angrily at the young woman behind her, whose face was deathly pale and inhuman, dressed in red-and-white miko garb: “Takubo Fuga! Didn’t you guarantee me that the Art of Stealing Fortune was foolproof?! Why did it fail!”
Takubo Fuga stared intently at the scarecrow for a moment, her pitch-black eyes emotionless as she looked at Xie Qingya: “You didn’t tell me that the person under the spell had an expert providing protection nearby.”
Xie Qingya suddenly recalled the expert who killed Shi Hei and saved Feng Congqian, and was momentarily speechless. She couldn’t help but sneer mockingly: “Aren’t you the strongest witch in R Country? You can’t even beat a little Taoist priest from China?”
Takubo Fuga gave her a strange look: “I’m human, not a god. There are always people in the world I can’t beat.”
Xie Qingya was speechless again.
“Mom…” After Feng Junhao slowly came around, he weakly called out to Xie Qingya. He controlled the scarecrow’s stiff body to gently touch her hand: “The dead can’t be brought back to life. Please stop obsessing… Give up?”
“Xiao Qian… is also your son.”
“He’s not my son!” Xie Qingya reacted strongly, gripping Feng Junhao’s hand tightly, speaking neurotically: “A Hao, Mom has only you now. If you can’t come back to life, Mom has no reason to live.”
“Do you want to watch Mom die?”
Feng Junhao painfully closed his eyes: “Please don’t do this.”
“Son, rest assured, Mom will definitely bring you back to life.” Xie Qingya gave him a stiff smile.
Feng Junhao wanted to say something more, but his injuries were too severe. His vision went black, and he fell into slumber again.
Xie Qingya gently stroked Feng Junhao’s head just like she did when he was little, murmuring something under her breath.
Takubo Fuga sat cross-legged behind the rosewood long table, one hand propping up her chin, watching Xie Qingya with great interest.
This was truly a strange woman. She had given birth to two children, yet treated them in completely extreme ways.
But it was precisely such a person whose soul was delicious enough.
Xie Qingya tightly gripped the scarecrow and turned her head to look at Takubo Fuga: “This time the Luck Stealing Technique failed. When can the next Luck Stealing Technique be cast again?”
The Luck Stealing Technique was a forbidden technique modified by an evil onmyoji from R Country. Once cast, it could steal the target’s fortune, life force, and merit.
The target under the spell could be a living person, a dead person, or a ghost.
The conditions to activate the Luck Stealing Technique were also extremely harsh: the target’s Eight Characters birth chart, hair, fingernails, and blood were all indispensable.
This technique was overly vicious and completely prohibited in China.
In her early years, Xie Qingya had seen a blood case caused by the Luck Stealing Technique recorded by a traveling Taoist in the Feng family library, but at the time she treated it as a story and never imagined that someone in this Zhu Tian Cult she had stumbled into would know the Luck Stealing Technique.
And she had in her possession the Eight Characters birth charts, hair, fingernails, and blood of every Feng family member.
These were all prepared by her back when she first contacted Shi Hei, at Shi Hei’s request.
She had originally planned to use these things to cast spells on the other Feng family members after A Hao was resurrected in Feng Congqian’s body, turning them completely into puppets for her and A Hao to control and do her bidding.
But she never expected that even the single step of having A Hao resurrect in Feng Congqian’s body would fail, and Shi Hei would lose his own life in the process.
When leaving Siam back then, Xie Qingya was filled with despair and anger, feeling that heaven was unfair. Why did a rotten person like Feng Congqian have an expert to help him! Yet she, a pitiful mother, had no one to help her! Even that unfilial son Feng Congqian had sent people to investigate her!
Fortunately, her luck was good. After sneaking into R Country, she encountered people from the Zhu Tian Cult and voluntarily joined it, informing them of the weaknesses of all the wealthy families in Shangjing as required.
In return, she gained Takubo Fuga’s help.
This time, she would definitely succeed!
As long as she had the fortune, merit, and life force from the Feng family members, A Hao would surely find a more compatible body and resurrect!
Takubo Fuga vaguely felt that casting the Luck Stealing Technique again would expose her whereabouts. She frowned and asked puzzledly: “Must it be the Luck Stealing Technique? The Heavenly Elixir can also resurrect your son. Why not use the Heavenly Elixir?”
Xie Qingya’s face darkened, gnashing her teeth: “Using the Heavenly Elixir would be too easy on the Feng family. I want them to pay everything for my son, using their lives to exchange for my son’s resurrection!”
She looked at Takubo Fuga, a glint of scrutiny appearing in her aged, turbid eyes: “You don’t want to help me cast the spell?”
Xie Qingya sneered: “If you don’t want to, then I’ll go ask the Cult Leader to assign someone else.”
A sinister smile appeared on Takubo Fuga’s pale face. Her fingers moved slightly, and a clacking sound rang out from the dark corner. A puppet with stiff movements, holding a katana, face covered in white paper, and wearing a black hat on its head, slowly walked out.
“Old woman, are you threatening me?”
Xie Qingya flipped her hand, pinching a white talisman, and warily retreated a few steps: “If that’s what you think, there’s nothing I can do.”
Takubo Fuga: “…” If not for this old woman’s usefulness to the master, she would have killed her long ago and turned her into a puppet!
She closed her eyes, endured it, and said: “Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow I’ll cast the Luck Stealing Technique once more. If it fails, then have the Cult Leader replace me!”
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At this time, in China, Feng family villa.
Feng Yuli sat obediently on the sofa like a big bear, indulgently watching the little dumpling groping all over his body as if searching for something.
“Nothing here… Nothing here either… Not here…”
Nan Yuanman sprawled in Feng Yuli’s arms like a pancake, a bewildered expression on her steamed bun face: “How can there be nothing?”
I made this up, don’t believe it
