Chapter 58: The Soul’s Gone!
Nan Yuanman’s eyes lit up, her chubby little hands patting her chest: “Just say it, I guarantee I’ll help you do it!”
Feng Yuli’s thin lips pursed slightly, his face deliberately showing a bit of worry: “I want to ask you to help take a look at my father.”
“Three years ago, my father fell into a coma for no reason. Hospital checks didn’t find any problems, but he just kept sleeping and didn’t wake up.”
“My family was anxious beyond measure. We invited a Taoist priest from Sanqing Temple to check, but they couldn’t find the reason for his coma either. So… I want you to help take a look. What’s really wrong with my father? Does he… still have hope of waking up?”
Nan Yuanman listened and subconsciously glanced at his sun-moon corner.
When she saw the slightly sunken, dull sun-moon corner, she was stunned.
This, this little brother’s dad and mom… aren’t they already…
Nan Yuanman looked at Feng Yuli, hesitating to speak: “That, um…”
She carefully asked: “Big brother, the one you want me to look at—is it a living person?”
If it was a living person in a coma, she could still try to find the reason.
If it was a soul body in a coma, she’d have to ask Grandpa for help. But Grandpa’s current state wasn’t suitable for appearing in front of people!
What to do? Should she call Uncle Underworld official? But calling Uncle Underworld official once was so expensive…
The little girl frowned so much that her whole steamed bun face scrunched up.
Feng Yuli didn’t react at first. But when he saw the little girl hesitating and glancing at his forehead now and then, he immediately understood—she must have seen something from his facial physiognomy.
Feng Yuli chuckled: “Don’t worry, I guarantee it’s a living person. He’s my foster father.”
Nan Yuanman let out a small sigh of relief, brimming with confidence: “Got it, leave it to me. Let’s head out now to see Uncle!”
–
At that moment, inside the VVVIP hospital room at Wanhe Hospital.
A handsome man lay on the hospital bed. His features were sharp, his eyebrows heroic, his nose bridge high, with fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Due to the long coma, his face was extremely pale, and his body had grown thin.
“Squeak—”
Feng Yuli held Nan Yuanman and pushed the door open to walk in.
Nan Yuanman twisted her little body in his arms, curiously craning her head to look at the man on the bed: “Is this your dad?”
“Mm.” Feng Congqian responded softly, subtly observing her and Feng Congqian’s eyebrows and eyes, his brow slightly raised.
With the comparison, it was even clearer how similar their eyebrows and eyes were.
If anyone said Nan Yuanman wasn’t Old Master Nan’s child, he wouldn’t believe it.
But even if the final investigation showed it wasn’t Old Master Nan’s biological child, it didn’t matter. He’d already raised so many children; adopting one more wouldn’t be a problem. Anyway, he could afford to raise Yuanman.
Feng Congqian was still lying there, but Feng Yuli had already arranged everything clearly for him.
Nan Yuanman stared at Feng Congqian’s face. As she looked, her little brows furrowed slightly, a puzzled expression appearing on her steamed bun face.
What was going on?
This uncle—why did he have a karmic connection with her too?
Was her fortune telling ability not good yet?
A scene suddenly flashed in Nan Yuanman’s mind of Old Master Nan repairing a countryside TV. She patted Feng Yuli’s shoulder, asking him to put her down.
Feng Yuli did so. The moment the little girl’s short legs touched the ground, he saw her furrow her little brows and lift her hand to pat her head repeatedly, like smacking a watermelon.
Feng Yuli: “???”
He quickly grabbed Nan Yuanman’s wrist: “What are you doing?”
Nan Yuanman blinked her eyes innocently. Her originally tied-up hair had become especially messy from the patting: “My fortune telling ability seems a bit broken. I’ll fix it.”
Her childish words made Feng Yuli find it funny and annoying at the same time: “Is that how you fix it? What if you don’t fix the fortune telling ability but damage your head instead?”
“Right.” Nan Yuanman pursed her lips: “Then I won’t use it. I’ll try another method.”
Nan Yuanman pulled the small coffin out of her small shoulder bag. With great difficulty from her short legs, she climbed onto the accompanying stool and placed it in Feng Congqian’s half-open palm: “Xiao Hong is very capable. It can detect any problems in the body and even treat them! So don’t think it’s bad luck!”
“I won’t.” Feng Yuli shook his head gently. Over these three years, to wake Feng Congqian, they’d even done plenty of dondong qiang.
How could he possibly find a small coffin bad luck.
Not to mention, this small coffin looked just like a cosplay prop—not terrifying at all.
Nan Yuanman’s chubby little hand also pressed on the coffin lid. She closed her eyes and carefully sensed the information Xiao Hong was feeding back to her.
Several seconds later, she opened her eyes in shock: “Big brother, your dad’s soul is gone!”
Feng Yuli had only been letting Nan Yuanman give it a try. He hadn’t expected her to actually see it. His expression froze, and his brows slowly furrowed: “Soul is gone?”
“But the Sect Leader of Sanqing Temple never told me anything about my father’s soul not being in his body…”
Did the Sect Leader not see it? Or did he deliberately not say?
Deliberately not saying didn’t make sense, but… not seeing it? The Sect Leader of Sanqing Temple’s cultivation shouldn’t be that poor, right?
“Uncle’s situation is a bit special.” Nan Yuanman scratched her chubby cheek, trying hard to translate the information Xiao Hong passed to her for Feng Yuli: “Xiao Hong says someone hooked away his soul, but left a wisp of soul trace on Uncle.”
“This wisp of soul trace creates an illusion that the soul is still in the body. This illusion misleads those who come to check, making them think the soul is still inside.”
Nan Yuanman quickly added: “I don’t mean that Sect Leader is incompetent. It’s just that Uncle’s situation is hard for ordinary people to detect.”
Feng Yuli nodded: “I understand.”
“But… where did my father’s soul go? And who would hook it away?”
Feng Yuli was completely baffled.
Nan Yuanman’s round eyes looked at him innocently.
She didn’t know either!
This was her first time meeting this uncle!
Nan Yuanman tilted her little head and thought: “Generally speaking, to hook away someone’s soul, you need one condition: personal clothing from the person being hooked, as well as hair, fingernails, and such. Besides that, you also need their Eight Characters.”
Xiao Hong, held in her hand, couldn’t tolerate it anymore and opened the coffin lid to pinch her little chubby hand.
It was hooked away! Hooked away! Not seduced! So improper!
Nan Yuanman thought Xiao Hong was getting impatient and stroked the coffin lid to comfort it, continuing: “Big brother, you can follow this karmic connection line to investigate. You might find clues.”
“However…” Nan Yuanman looked at the handsome man lying on the bed: “His soul has been hooked away for three years, but his body is still intact, meaning he has no life danger right now. That person probably doesn’t want to harm him.”
“But living soul out of body still needs to be retrieved as soon as possible, or there will be life danger.”
Listening to Nan Yuanman, a figure of an elderly, elegant back appeared in Feng Yuli’s mind. His eyes darkened slightly, and he nodded: “Okay, I’ll follow this line to investigate. Thank you, Yuanman.”
He squatted down, reached out to ruffle Nan Yuanman’s black, soft hair: “You’ve helped me a lot.”
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips, showing a shy smile: “No need to thank me.”
As she spoke, she couldn’t help sitting on the accompanying stool, happily swinging her little feet.
The little girl was short but chubby and fair-skinned. Her steamed bun face still had baby fat, and her sneaky happy look was just like a little hamster.
Feng Yuli couldn’t resist poking her cheek meat. Nan Yuanman wobbled from the pokes but was extremely good-tempered and didn’t resist.
Feng Yuli checked the sky outside. After resolving the weasel incident, it was already evening, so he didn’t let Nan Yuanman stay longer.
He took her out of the hospital to find a place to eat.
He had just carried Nan Yuanman out the hospital gates when they bumped into someone coming the other way.
Feng Yuli quickly retreated holding the little girl. Before he could see who it was, the figure originally on the ground suddenly stood up and lunged forward, voice shrilly sharp: “Was sister’s death my fault?”
“It was clearly because of your favoritism that led to her death! Why blame me! You’re the real vengeful spirits!”
