Chapter 280: Body? Hand It Over!
Feng Xingchi: “?”
Is this right?
Thinking about what Xie Qingya did to her own son, possessing a grandson’s body doesn’t seem wrong at all.
However, he didn’t expect that this accidental mistake would lead him directly to Xie Qingya’s lair.
Feng Xingchi’s eyes flickered slightly, a shocked and bewildered expression appearing on his bloodstained face: “Cough cough cough cough! G-Grandma? Why are you here? What did you just say about possession?”
Xie Qingya looked at him expressionlessly: “You don’t need to know.”
“You only need to know how much use you can be to my son.”
As she spoke, Xie Qingya’s expression suddenly became exceptionally gentle. She reached out her aged hand and gently stroked his cheek: “Heaven still favors us mother and son. Son, soon, you will come back to life.”
Feng Xingchi struggled to continue acting, but suddenly felt pain at the back of his neck. His consciousness instantly plunged into darkness, and his body limp and floppy fell down.
Xie Qingya frowned and looked dissatisfied at Takubo Fuga: “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t you say he was injured too severely? This makes him pass out to conserve strength, and by the way, bandage the wounds on his body.” Takubo Fuga had an innocent look on her face.
Xie Qingya restrained the vigilance in her eyes and arduously hoisted up the comatose Feng Xingchi: “I’ll bandage him. Just give me the medicine.”
She didn’t trust Takubo Fuga, fearing she might suddenly lose her mind and refine this hard-won body into a puppet.
By then… even if A Hao possessed it, it would become her puppet, under her control.
Takubo Fuga shrugged, her fingertips moved slightly, and accompanied by heavy footsteps, a puppet hidden in the shadows walked up holding a medical kit in both hands and handed it to Xie Qingya.
Xie Qingya freed one hand to take the medical kit, carried Feng Xingchi to a place near the altar and set him down, then carefully bandaged him.
Takubo Fuga didn’t leave in a hurry. She crossed her arms and leaned against a pillar, watching Xie Qingya’s actions with great interest.
In her line of sight, she could see the scarecrow possessed by Feng Junhao greedily devouring the fortune and life force from Feng Xingchi’s body, along with a faint trace of merit.
Takubo Fuga stared at that strand of merit and couldn’t help but click her tongue. No wonder this old woman kept eyeing the Feng family members—this merit… she wanted it too.
Unfortunately, she was currently being watched by that detestable 908, so she couldn’t act rashly. If she couldn’t resist drawing the merit to herself, it would surely attract their attention and pursuit.
Though they couldn’t kill her, their relentless harassment was quite annoying.
Takubo Fuga wiggled her fingers and suddenly felt a bit itchy. After staring at Feng Xingchi for a while, she spoke up: “Hey, when do you plan to have them swap souls?”
“Not now.” Xie Qingya’s eyes were deep: “His injuries are too severe. My son will feel uncomfortable possessing him. First, heal his wounds.”
Anyway, his fortune and life force were being devoured by her son. Whether he died early or late, he had to die.
Better to nurse his body to perfection before letting A Hao possess it.
Takubo Fuga shrugged: “Up to you.” She turned around and left, planning to make a puppet to alleviate her desire to intercept the merit from it.
The room was left with only Xie Qingya and Feng Xingchi.
Xie Qingya focused intently on cleaning and bandaging Feng Xingchi’s wounds, completely failing to notice that in the pouch pressed under him on the floor, a small paper figure was flattened and struggling to crawl out.
Yue Yaxin didn’t dare breathe, and after struggling to get herself out, she glared angrily at Xie Qingya.
This demon! Harming A Hao was one thing, but she even refused to spare her own grandson!
Yue Yaxin felt a surge of anger rush straight to her brain. She stayed silent and forcefully charged fiercely toward Xie Qingya.
Xie Qingya only felt her vision go black. When she regained consciousness, she saw herself lying on Feng Xingchi’s body.
Xie Qingya: “???”
Xie Qingya looked down in astonishment at her illusory hands and was immediately horrified.
How did her soul fly out of her body??
The next second, something even more shocking to Xie Qingya happened. The body that had been lying on Feng Xingchi slowly lifted its head, and that aged face flashed her a brilliant smile.
Xie Qingya, oh no, Yue Yaxin who had possessed her body, waved at her.
Yue Yaxin never expected that possessing Xie Qingya’s body would be so smooth! Almost without any hindrance, she had crashed her soul right out of the body!
How could she know that Xie Qingya, in order to resurrect Feng Junhao, had been dealing with yin objects for years? She herself had no cultivation, and fearing that righteous amulets might harm Feng Junhao, she wore no amulets or protective gear at all.
Moreover, after joining the Zhu Tian Cult, she had always stayed by Takubo Fuga’s side, believing her safety was fully assured and that lonesome ghosts wouldn’t dare approach her. This gave Yue Yaxin the opportunity to exploit the weakness.
After smiling and greeting Xie Qingya, Yue Yaxin, under her bulging-eyed glare, reached out and swept everything off the altar.
The altar was emitting a faint white glow. The scarecrow wrapped in white talismans flickered with light, then reverted to the appearance of an ordinary scarecrow and crashed heavily onto the table.
Feng Xingchi’s faint breathing also recovered somewhat.
Xie Qingya lunged fiercely toward her own body, clawing desperately and shrieking: “No—!”
“Yue Yaxin!! You bitch! Get out of my body!”
Yue Yaxin nimbly dodged, her aged, hunched body surprisingly agile: “I won’t! Come and take it if you have the ability!”
As she ran, she wildly destroyed the things on the altar.
What was this? Incense burner? Smash it!
What was this? Incense? Snap it!
What was this? White talisman? Tear it off!
The room that had just calmed down instantly turned into chaos. Xie Qingya couldn’t force Yue Yaxin out of her body no matter what, feeling both anxious and angry in her heart. She turned and rushed toward Feng Xingchi’s body lying on the ground.
But just as she was about to enter Feng Xingchi’s body, a faint golden light emanated from him, bouncing her soul away entirely.
The intense pain on her soul made Xie Qingya unable to hold back a scream.
Yue Yaxin took the opportunity to wrap her soul with ghost power and stuff her entirely into the paper figure she had previously possessed.
After doing all this, she hadn’t even caught her breath when a eerie female voice came from behind her. Takubo Fuga asked her in R-country language: “Are you crazy? What are you doing?”
Yue Yaxin’s heart skipped a beat. She tightly gripped the paper figure and turned her head, imitating Xie Qingya’s earlier expression, looking blankly in the direction the voice came from.
From the dark corner, Takubo Fuga slowly walked out carrying a head in her hand. Her gaze swept around the messy room, looking at her with a puzzled expression: “Are you going through menopause?”
How long had she been away? This room was as chaotic as if it had been bombed by an airplane.
“None of your business.” Yue Yaxin said coldly. She slowly walked back to Feng Xingchi’s side, sat down, and continued bandaging his wounds.
Takubo Fuga didn’t approach her. She stood in place observing her actions, her gaze suddenly falling on her hand: “What’s that in your hand?”
Yue Yaxin: “!”
