Chapter 279: My Son Will Be In Pain!
At the same time.
In a forest rarely visited by humans from China to r country.
Feng Xingchi was covered in blood, lying flat on the ground, his body temperature dropping at an extremely fast rate, and his brain, which still had some consciousness, gradually becoming fuzzy.
He was panting rapidly, gritting his teeth and using all the strength of a master housewife to try to roll over, but no matter how much force he used, his body could not move.
Could it be… he was going to die here?
No, he could not die here.
He had not yet seen Perfection grow up with his own eyes.
He could not just die like this.
Feng Xingchi’s blood-red vision suddenly shook, and Yue Yaxin’s gnashing voice came from below him: “Xingchi… Feng Xingchi… hold on, don’t sleep!”
“I’m going to find someone to save you right now!”
Yue Yaxin, who was possessing a small paper figure, struggled to carry Feng Xingchi’s body, just like an ant carrying a rice grain much larger than itself, laboriously walking in the forest.
For some reason, when the airplane accident happened, she had already used all her ghost power to protect Feng Xingchi at the first moment, but he was still seriously injured!
Not only that, she could feel the life force in Feng Xingchi’s body rapidly dissipating, as if he would stop breathing in the next second.
Yue Yaxin’s heart felt heavy, extremely uneasy, and she walked faster.
From afar, others could only see Feng Xingchi lying on the ground moving rapidly in a weird way, completely unable to see the fragile small paper figure under him.
Feng Xingchi was jolted and could not hold back, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his body temperature dropping another degree, layers of frost condensing on his eyelashes, his breathing gradually becoming difficult, and his consciousness gradually falling into darkness.
Just when Feng Xingchi thought he would freeze to death, a burst of scorching energy suddenly came from his heart.
This energy dispelled the chill in his body, making his chaotic brain a bit clearer.
He bit his tongue, using the pain to keep himself awake, and just as he was about to speak, rustling footsteps suddenly came from ahead.
Yue Yaxin was delighted: “Someone…!”
Before she finished speaking, she saw two weird figures wearing samurai uniforms and hideous ghost masks appearing in the grass ahead and on the trees.
Most importantly, she did not sense any living person’s aura from these two figures!
Yue Yaxin abruptly stopped, vigilantly staring at them, not daring to move.
Those two weird figures seemed to be observing Feng Xingchi lying on the ground, their bodies moved, and in the blink of an eye they appeared in front of the two, bending down to pick up Feng Xingchi with exceptional force, leaping from the ground to the tree with him, and rapidly leaving.
Yue Yaxin: “!!!”
She desperately drilled into Feng Xingchi’s pocket, don’t leave her behind ahhhh!!
On the other side.
Nan Yuanman, Feng Yuli, and Feng Congqian had already walked more than halfway through the Ghost Path.
On this Ghost Path, Feng Yuli and Feng Congqian saw lonesome ghosts who had died in all sorts of ways they had never seen in their lives.
They lurked in the darkness, drooling over the three living people walking on the Ghost Path, occasionally lunging at them restlessly, only to be struck flying by the golden light bursting from the incense burner held in Nan Yuanman’s hand.
Feng Yuli heard the struck-flying lonesome ghost turn into the appearance of a child he had failed to save on the battlefield, with blood tears streaming down its face questioning him, aren’t you a doctor? Why didn’t you save them back then?
Feng Congqian heard the voice of Old Master Feng, who had passed away many years ago, scolding him as an unfilial son.
Nan Yuanman saw the figure of ‘Bai Wenyin’ standing ahead, smiling gently and softly at her, opening her arms toward her, as if waiting for her to throw herself into her embrace.
Nan Yuanman tightly gripped the incense burner, ignoring the various people and scenes transformed by the surrounding lonesome ghosts, firmly taking small steps and following the wafting incense smoke.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a white light finally appeared ahead.
When Nan Yuanman led Feng Congqian and Feng Yuli out of the Ghost Path, the lonesome ghosts behind them unwillingly let out a roar, ultimately dissipating into the air along with the Ghost Path exit.
Before Nan Yuanman could check the surrounding environment, she was picked up from the ground by Feng Congqian, and a warm coat was draped over her: “Perfection, how do you feel?”
“I’m fine, Father.” Nan Yuanman comforted as she spoke, flipping out two Yin Dispelling Talismans from her small shoulder bag and stuffing them into their hands, then finally having time to look around the environment.
She discovered that the three of them were now in a dense forest.
The vegetation here was lush, looking rarely trodden by people, and Nan Yuanman also smelled a somewhat salty and fishy scent at the tip of her nose.
Feng Yuli vigilantly scanned the surroundings, his gaze falling on the airplane wreckage dropped not far away, his face lighting up with joy: “It’s here! The place where Second Brother Feng’s airplane crashed is right here!”
“Then let’s quickly look around for where Second Brother is!” Nan Yuanman flailed her short arms and legs, wanting to get down from Feng Congqian’s arms.
“I’ll hold you and go look.” Feng Congqian held her, not putting her down, the grass here was too tall, and with Nan Yuanman’s height, she would be swallowed by the grass as soon as she went down.
Feng Yuli: “You two go look for Second Brother, I’ll go look for others, see if there are any survivors.”
Nan Yuanman compromised, she nodded, took out a Concealment talisman and some Attack Talismans from her small shoulder bag and handed them to Feng Yuli: “Big brother, take these, if there’s danger just throw them out.”
Feng Yuli: “Okay.”
Immediately after, she slapped two aura concealment talismans on herself and Feng Congqian, and following the direction of the wafting incense smoke, walked over together with Feng Congqian.
The two walked unknowingly, slowly approaching a small fishing village by the sea.
“Bang!”
Feng Xingchi’s body was thrown roughly to the ground like a rag, the pain all over making him unable to hold back a muffled grunt.
Enduring the pain, just as he was about to quickly observe and analyze the surrounding environment, his hair was suddenly grabbed hard by someone, forcing him to lift his head.
He blinked forcefully, blinking away the blood entering his eyes, and looked blurredly at the strange young woman standing in front of him, wearing a red-and-white shrine maiden outfit.
“…Ha!” Takubo Fuga stared at Feng Xingchi for a while, then let out an incredulous laugh: “Old woman.”
She turned her head, looking at the aged old man sitting on the altar, tightly staring at the straw with Feng Junhao’s soul: “Your luck is really not bad.”
“Look, what did my puppet catch? It caught a Feng family member who was hit by my Art of Stealing Fortune.”
No wonder when she used the Art of Stealing Fortune this time, there was no obstruction at all, it turned out because this Feng family member had come to her territory.
Was it an accident?
Or did the Art of Stealing Fortune take effect?
Feng Xingchi’s pupils contracted slightly, he turned his eye pupils to look at Xie Qingya sitting in front of the altar, and Xie Qingya also turned her head to look over.
“Feng, Xing, chi?” When Xie Qingya saw him, her eyes instantly lit up, she stood up, stumbling toward him, directly kneeling in front of him, urgently inspecting his body.
Feng Xingchi’s mouth opened slightly, before he could speak, he heard her glare fiercely at the strange woman: “Why is he so seriously injured? With such a broken body, my son possessing it will hurt!”
