Chapter 5: Interfering In Others’ Karma Brings Heavenly Punishment!
Zhang Shimian and Zheng Feiyu were also shocked.
Zhang Shimian cried out in alarm: “Where did this child come from! Are you tired of living!”
As he spoke, he pulled out talismans and scattered them toward the female ghost who had turned into a fierce ghost, quickly arriving behind Nan Yuanman, reaching out to pick her up and take her away.
Before Zhang Shimian’s hand could touch Nan Yuanman, a shocking scene occurred.
A golden small straw doll charged forward right under his nose, its straw-made hand clenched into a circle, smashing heavily toward the female ghost’s face.
The female ghost let out a miserable scream, her figure flying backward fiercely, crashing heavily into the pitch-black mass of grievance.
The small straw doll immediately chased after it.
Zhang Shimian stared in shock with wide eyes: “I… damn!”
What the hell is this? Magical soldiers from beans?
No, that’s not right, is it magical soldiers from straw? What is this small straw doll? How is it so powerful?
Nan Yuanman relaxed slightly in her heart, turning to look at Zhang Shimian who was standing dumbfounded beside her: “Big brother, are you okay?”
Why does he look so dazed? Could he have been scared silly by the female ghost sister?
Before Zhang Shimian could speak, Jiang Lixuan walked over with a grim face, angrily shouting: “Nan Yuanman! Are you crazy?”
“You knew there was danger here and still ran in! Are you an idiot? Do you think acting like a hero makes you cool?”
Nan Yuanman unhappily furrowed her brows, retorting: “You’re the idiot. If it weren’t for me just now, you would already be dead!”
Jiang Lixuan sneered: “Did I need you to save me? Did I beg you to save me?”
Nan Yuanman got angry too, glaring at him: “I didn’t save you either, you were just incidental. The one I wanted to save was Zheng family brother.”
“You!” Jiang Lixuan choked, getting even angrier.
What a great “incidental”!
The child born to Bai Wenyin is indeed as ill-mannered as her!
Zheng Feiyu came back to his senses, looking at the two who were glaring at each other, neither yielding, like needle tip against sword tip, and said somewhat helplessly: “Alright, Brother Xuan, Yuanman was also trying to save us, so stop blaming her.”
However…
Zheng Feiyu’s expression was complex, looking at the mass of grievance emitting bursts of miserable screams with some fear, and asked: “Yuanman, did you know long ago that this female ghost would come to trouble the Zheng family?”
“Of course!” Nan Yuanman nodded, the meat on both sides of her cheeks trembling with her movement: “When I came over to beg for food today, I saw her lying on Master Zheng and the old man.”
She sighed, her tiny figure looking like a little adult: “I told you to leave today too.”
Zhang Shimian frowned, looking Nan Yuanman up and down with a slightly serious expression: “Since you saw her, why didn’t you just subdue her directly?”
Regardless of her age, just looking at the power of that small straw doll she threw out earlier, she could completely subdue that female ghost directly.
Why let her harm people?
Subconsciously, a trace of dislike for Nan Yuanman rose in Zhang Shimian’s heart.
“Why subdue her? This is the karma between her and the Zheng family members.” Nan Yuanman said seriously in her childish voice: “Grandpa said that intervening in others’ karma will get you struck by lightning.”
Zheng Feiyu was somewhat collapsing: “But I don’t even know her at all!”
“You don’t know her, but Old Man Zheng does.” Nan Yuanman blinked: “She was killed by Old Man Zheng.”
Zheng Feiyu instinctively refuted: “Impossible!”
Although he had little contact with grandpa, he knew grandpa wasn’t a great villain. His only bad habit was loving alcohol; after drinking, he would pull people to brag and lecture on great truths.
He would never do something like killing someone!
Jiang Lixuan, who had been feeling inwardly depressed, suddenly remembered something upon listening, looking at Nan Yuanman with a complex expression: “You… entered the Dao?”
Nan Yuanman glanced at him, ignoring him, and said: “If you don’t believe it, call Aunt Zheng over later and ask.”
“Just ask her if Old Master Zheng killed a girl named Zhou Ying.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Yuanman sensed something and turned to look at the mass of pitch-black grievance.
A sharp whistle suddenly rang out from within the mass of grievance, followed by a boom as it exploded violently, the small straw doll flung outward by the blast.
A red shadowy figure turned into a streak of light and fled outward: “Just you wait! I’ll be back! Zheng family members! All of you must die!!”
“Oh no!” Zhang Shimian’s face darkened, and he hurriedly chased after it.
That female ghost had already turned into a fierce ghost; she couldn’t be allowed to escape, or the Zheng family members would be in danger!
As soon as the red shadowy figure disappeared, the eerie yin energy and grievance around slowly faded, and the mourning hall, shrouded by the ghost, returned to its original state.
Candles and incense ash were scattered all over the mourning hall floor, the white cloth covering the corpse had fallen to the ground, the corpse was sprawled at the staircase entrance, and the person guarding the coffin had fallen to the ground unconscious.
“Aunt!” Zheng Feiyu hurriedly ran over and helped Aunt Zheng up from the ground.
Nan Yuanman anxiously checked the small straw doll’s body.
The small straw doll’s originally sturdy body was now in disarray, with several straws sticking up from its head, one leg missing, looking tattered and pitiful.
Nan Yuanman’s mouth flattened, her eyes instantly turning into poached egg shapes with tears welling up inside: “Xiao Cao wuwuwuwu, does it hurt? Why is your little foot gone?”
Jiang Lixuan had wanted to ask more, but seeing Nan Yuanman’s red eyes and teary appearance, the words on the tip of his tongue couldn’t come out.
His heart felt a bit uncomfortable too.
Glancing at the tattered small straw doll in her hand, he said gruffly: “What are you crying for? It’s just missing one foot, right? Fix it and it’ll be fine.”
“Can’t fix it.” Nan Yuanman’s small face was crestfallen, looking extremely sad: “Xiao Cao was made by grandpa; only grandpa knows how to fix it.”
Grandpa was sick now and had to sleep for a long time; he couldn’t possibly get up to fix Xiao Cao’s foot.
She was so useless; she couldn’t protect grandpa and hadn’t protected Xiao Cao well either.
The more Nan Yuanman thought, the sadder she got; her mouth flattened, and tears fell silently.
Other children cried loudly with all their might, but Nan Yuanman cried silently, like a young beast soaked by rain, especially pitiful.
Jiang Lixuan looked at her, and for a moment, it seemed like he saw Bai Wenyin crying in front of him long ago.
It was the same silent crying.
Jiang Lixuan’s heart tightened slightly, feeling especially uncomfortable, with a bit of… pity for her.
Nan Yuanman gently stroked Xiao Cao’s head with heartache, wuwuwuwu; grandpa was right.
Intervening in others’ karma brings heavenly punishment!
Her Xiao Cao had lost its jiojio; what to do in the future!
Jiang Lixuan opened his mouth then closed it, wanting to comfort her but unable to say any soft words. He tsked irritably: “Stop crying! I’ll fix it for you!”
Hearing this, Nan Yuanman stopped her tears and looked at him suspiciously with red eyes: “You know how to fix it?”
Jiang Lixuan’s face was tense, and after a long while, he squeezed out: “No, but can’t I learn!”
It was just a straw doll; how hard could it be to make!
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips, wiped the tears from her face: “Forget it then; I don’t trust you.” She could learn it herself and fix it for Xiao Cao personally!
This uncle didn’t like her; if she let him fix it, Xiao Cao probably wouldn’t survive.
Jiang Lixuan felt a blockage in his chest; that vague tenderness in his heart instantly vanished. This brat! She never said anything he liked to hear!
While the two were glaring at each other, Zheng Feiyu, who had helped Aunt Zheng up, felt her pulse weakening gradually.
Zheng Feiyu panicked and instinctively turned to Nan Yuanman: “Yuanman, come take a look at my aunt quickly; she seems… not good.”
Nan Yuanman sniffled and walked over to look: “It’s fine. Put the small coffin I lent you in her hand, and she’ll be okay soon.”
Zheng Feiyu quickly placed the small coffin in Aunt Zheng’s hand.
Just then, Zhang Shimian, who had gone out to chase the female ghost, returned, his expression not looking good.
Zheng Feiyu asked him expectantly: “Daoist priest, did you catch that female ghost?”
Zhang Shimian: “She escaped.”
Zheng Feiyu panicked: “Then what do we do?”
Before Zhang Shimian could answer, Aunt Zheng, supported by Zheng Feiyu, hazily opened her eyes and weakly chimed in: “What do you mean what do we do?”
Seeing her awake, Zheng Feiyu was delighted and quickly asked: “Aunt, you’re finally awake! Do you know a girl named Zhou Ying? What grievance does she have with our family?!”
Aunt Zheng, who had been weak, changed expression drastically upon hearing the name Zhou Ying, reacting intensely: “Where did you hear that name? What grievance! Our family has no grievance with her!”
