Chapter 284: Taking You As My Disciple
Takubo Fuga truly had little guard up against the child behind her.
After all, Nan Yuanman was really too small, with a bone age of only five years old, plus her height that was shorter than her peers, making her whole body look like a fluffy, completely non-aggressive kitten.
Therefore, when Nan Yuanman pulled out the small coffin and smashed it into her back, she didn’t react for a moment and was hit squarely.
A black and gold interwoven light suddenly erupted from the small coffin, directly blasting Takubo Fuga’s entire body away, smashing heavily into the wall, and then banging onto the ground.
Takubo Fuga got up in a disheveled state, looking at Nan Yuanman in astonishment and shock: “You! You know sorcery?!”
“Yes.” Nan Yuanman slowly withdrew the small coffin, looking at Takubo Fuga with a face full of guilt: “Sorry, sister, for my father and brother’s safety, please just go die.”
“Your brother?” Takubo Fuga quickly reacted: “You’re the expert who’s been protecting the Feng family this whole time?!”
Could China’s national fortune get any more ridiculous?! How old was this child in front of her? Five years old! And she already had such profound cultivation?!
And the magic tool on her body…
Nan Yuanman blinked her clear black-and-white big eyes, her steamed bun face showing a look of sudden realization: “Ah! Could you be the evil path practitioner who’s been using the Luck Stealing Technique on my brothers this whole time?”
“Could it be that Xie Qingya is also here?!”
Was her luck that good? She found the opponent’s lair right away just by searching?
Then, the lingering obsession of the vengeful ghost she sensed when she entered the small fishing village made sense.
Since that’s the case…
Nan Yuanman wasted no more words, directly opening the coffin lid and tossing the small coffin onto the ground.
The small coffin grew larger upon landing, and Old Master Nan, Zhou Jingchuan, and Zhuang Zhuang walked out from inside.
Using the small coffin for cover, Nan Yuanman hooked her finger slightly, tossing Xiao Cao hidden in the small shoulder bag onto the ground.
Xiao Cao quickly vanished into the darkness, swiftly moving toward the direction of Feng Xingchi’s aura…
As soon as one corpse and two ghosts appeared, a wind suddenly rose in the room, the candle flames on the wall flickered, and the light grew dimmer.
They wasted no words and directly attacked Takubo Fuga.
Takubo Fuga: “!!”
She laughed out of anger.
Having things go so smoothly for so long, she never expected that she, Takubo Fuga, would one day misjudge someone and capsize in the gutter!
This was really…
“Too interesting.” Takubo Fuga’s face hidden in the darkness showed nearly manic excitement: “I was regretting earlier that I couldn’t turn the expert protecting the Feng family into a puppet, but unexpectedly, you delivered yourself right to my door…”
“Now that you’ve entered my turf, do you really think
Takubo Fuga supported herself against the wall and stood up, saying something in R-country language in her mouth. The wooden walls around Nan Yuanman and the ceiling above her head emitted faint ‘crack crack’ sounds.
Countless figures wearing samurai uniforms flew out from the cracked ceiling and walls, gripping katanas and slashing toward Nan Yuanman.
Takubo Fuga raised her hand, with red silk threads invisible to ordinary people wrapped around her five fingers, these threads connecting to the samurai’s bodies.
A huge smile slowly curved up at the corners of her mouth: “Let me see, is your China’s ghost-controlling technique stronger, or is my puppet technique stronger!”
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“Zhu Tian Cult? I think I’ve heard of it.” Yue Yaxin frowned.
Feng Junhao continued, “This place is the lair of the Zhu Tian Cult believer puppet master. All the villagers in the small fishing village—no, all living beings in the small fishing village—are her puppets.”
“Even…”
He looked over Yue Yaxin’s shoulder toward that dark, empty corner: “There are no fewer than ten puppets in this room right now.”
“As long as you make any move, she will immediately know and rush over to stop you.”
“We…” Feng Junhao’s voice was dry: “We can’t escape.”
Yue Yaxin was greatly shocked: “Such a dangerous cult—how did Xie Qingya get in contact with them? And why would they accept her, an ordinary person?!”
Feng Junhao weakly tugged at the corner of his lips: “……Zhu Tian Cult is collecting the weaknesses of China’s dignitaries. She…… told Zhu Tian Cult the weaknesses of the dignitaries she contacted in Shangjing.”
Yue Yaxin: “!”
“I suspect that there are already people from the Zhu Tian Cult in the powerful circles of Shangjing right now.” Feng Junhao tried hard to control the scarecrow to move a bit, gently grasping her finger: “Yaxin, in a moment I’ll try to find a way to draw the attention of those puppets over, creating an opportunity for you to escape.”
“You need to escape and find a way to tell this news to Aqian, so that he conducts a major investigation into the Shangjing elite circles.”
“Zhu Tian Cult may be brewing a major conspiracy against China!”
When Feng Junhao was alive, he was a firm materialist and never believed in these supernatural things, until he died and his worldview was constantly reshaped. He knew that there were many things in this world that science couldn’t explain.
He was afraid, afraid that the Zhu Tian Cult’s conspiracy would drag him and Yaxin’s three children left in the human world into it.
Yue Yaxin looked ashen-faced: “With so many puppets as you said, even if the mess you cause is huge, they will still have the strength left to chase me…”
A flash of inspiration struck her mind, and she excitedly patted the small straw doll: “Right! You said, those puppets, would they be afraid of fire?”
Most puppeteers use wood to make puppets, wood is flammable, and fire should cause damage to them.
Yue Yaxin thought, ran to Feng Xingchi’s side, muttered apologies while rummaging through his pockets, and pulled a lighter out from his back pocket.
She looked around, her gaze falling on Feng Xingchi’s bloodstained jacket. She decisively stripped it off him, used ghost power to protect his body, and then very resolutely began setting fires everywhere!
But at this moment, a loud bang suddenly came from outside, and the entire ground shook violently.
Yue Yaxin gently sniffed the familiar scent in the air, her eyes lighting up: “It’s Perfection!”
Perfection is here!!
“Boom!!!”
A large hole was blasted in the wooden wall.
Old Master Nan carried Nan Yuanman as he ran quickly, with countless puppets wearing samurai uniforms and holding katanas chasing behind them.
Nan Yuanman kept throwing thunder fire talismans backward while wailing loudly; the thunder fire talismans exploded violently the moment they touched a puppet: “You you you, you have no martial virtue! You’re going too far!”
She actually controls so many puppets! Just the ones Grandpa knocked flying already numbered over a hundred!
Not to mention, there were more than ten puppets tangling with Zhou Jingchuan and Zhuang Zhuang.
How many puppets does this woman still have on hand!
Takubo Fuga walked out elegantly from the hole in the wall, a smile tinged with evil aura on her beautiful and gentle face: “How about it? Little Heavenly Master, are you going to admit defeat?”
“These puppets are less than a tenth of my stock. If you’re willing to admit defeat, I can show mercy, spare your life, and take you as my disciple.”
Takubo Fuga thought to herself that she had to give this ignorant child a bit of hope to see her deeper despair.
She believed that this child would surely curse her out loud, just like those China sorcerers who came to subjugate her before.
Unexpectedly, the next second she heard Nan Yuanman say happily: “Really? Will you really spare my life?”
Takubo Fuga: “?”
