Chapter 8: Have You No Shame?
Liu Hanfei now had his limbs twisted, presenting unnatural arcs, covered in blood all over. If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have thought he was dead!
The next moment, besides Liu Hanfei, the Zheng family members who had originally gone home to rest were also thrown in.
Their faces were ashen, they were in a coma and unresponsive, and their condition looked bad.
Aunt Zheng, who had once touched Nan Yuanman’s small coffin, slowly woke up as she fell to the ground.
She looked around at the surroundings with a panicked and frightened expression, as if realizing something, then turned her head to look at the quiet doorway: “Is that… Zhou Ying?”
“It’s really you who came back?!”
The white mist at the doorway grew thicker, and Aunt Zheng didn’t care that Zheng Feiyu was present, she knelt down with a thud and kowtowed toward the doorway: “Zhou Ying, it wasn’t our family who harmed you to death! If you want revenge, go to the Liu family!”
“Our family really didn’t know anything at first, if we had known, we absolutely wouldn’t have helped him with matchmaking!”
As soon as she finished speaking, a hoarse and shrill laugh rang out from all directions: “Hehehehahahaha! Didn’t know? He didn’t know?!”
“What a joke! Old Man Zheng is seventy years old! Not seven! How could he not see that Liu Hanfei harbored malicious intentions?”
Zhou Ying, dressed in bloodstained clothes, slowly manifested. The yin energy and grievance on her body were even heavier, and the expression on her pale bluish face was even more ferocious: “Even if he couldn’t see it, what was his intention in introducing a thirty-five-year-old man to a girl who wasn’t even twenty yet?!”
Aunt Zheng cried out her innocence: “Matchmaking is just introducing both sides to each other! It was clearly your family who agreed because they fancied the high bride price from the Liu family—”
“Shut up!” Zhou Ying swung her hand out of control, and a mass of yin energy shot toward her face.
Aunt Zheng screamed in terror and instinctively closed her eyes.
Zhang Shimian quickly threw out a talisman. With a bang, the yin energy mass collided with the talisman. The talisman ignited without fire, burning the yin energy mass completely.
Zhou Ying’s eyes grew even more venomous: “It’s all your fault! If Old Master Zheng hadn’t endorsed this marriage, I wouldn’t have died at the hands of that beast Liu Hanfei!”
“I was so close, I could have gone to university, I could have worked to earn money to relieve the family pressure on my mother, so close!!”
“It’s all your fault! All your fault! I’m going to kill you all!!”
Anger extinguished the last trace of reason in Zhou Ying. She let out a shrill scream and charged at Aunt Zheng.
Zhang Shimian stepped forward to block her.
Things developed too quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Shimian was fighting with Zhou Ying.
Zheng Feiyu scrambled over, grabbed Aunt Zheng’s hand, and pulled her away from the combat zone.
Zhang Shimian earnestly tried to persuade Zhou Ying: “Zhou Ying, calm down. You haven’t taken any lives yet, so there’s still room to turn back.”
“Old Master Zheng who helped with your matchmaking is already dead, you’ve gotten revenge on Liu Hanfei, the other Zheng family members don’t deserve death!”
“They ruined my life! Why should the Zheng family members get to live on peacefully? I want them to never have peace for the rest of their lives!” Zhou Ying said resentfully.
She blamed Old Master Zheng, believing he was the chief culprit behind her death.
Zhou Ying’s face was ferocious: “I want the Zheng family home to be restless, I want the Zheng family to be plagued by bad luck for generations, I want them to have their family destroyed and people dead, only then will I feel completely avenged!”
Zheng Feiyu and Aunt Zheng huddled in the corner, tensely watching the man and ghost entangled in combat in the hall.
Jiang Lixuan instinctively stood in front of Nan Yuanman to prevent her from being implicated and injured.
With Zhang Shimian’s cultivation, dealing with a newly formed fierce ghost alone was still a bit strenuous.
Not to mention his magic tool broke after just one clash.
His movements gradually slowed under the erosion of the yin energy and grievance, his face also turned pale bluish, and he quickly fell into a disadvantage.
Zheng Feiyu and Jiang Lixuan also saw that Zhang Shimian was struggling, their hearts sank, and they instinctively looked toward Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman was holding a large bowl, leaning against the wall in the corner, seriously gnawing on a chicken leg, completely unconcerned with the fight between Zhou Ying and Zhang Shimian.
She noticed the two gazes falling on her, lifted her oily little face, and blinked: “Why are you looking at me?”
Jiang Lixuan couldn’t help but say: “Aren’t you going to help?”
Nan Yuanman: “?”
She was puzzled: “Why should I help? Sister Zhou Ying won’t kill me.”
Jiang Lixuan: “But if you don’t help, Zhang Shimian and the Zheng family members will die. Aunt Zheng who gave you steamed buns, Brother Feiyu who gave you food to eat, they’ll die.”
“Oh.” Nan Yuanman’s tone was almost emotionless, cruelly saying: “That’s their fate.”
She had already warned them at the beginning, they didn’t believe her, what could she do?
Moreover, this was karma sown by the Zheng family. Last time she intervened, Xiao Cao lost a leg, she didn’t dare intervene again.
Jiang Lixuan listened, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart. He looked at Nan Yuanman with a complicated expression, his eyes full of disappointment: “How can you be so indifferent? Those people helped you at least, are you really just going to watch them die?”
He was wrong, he originally thought the child born to Bai Wenyin wasn’t like her, at least having a bit more kindness.
In the end, she was just as cold and ruthless as her.
Not even half as good as Xin Xin.
Jiang Lixuan’s tone couldn’t help but turn colder: “Moreover, you’re a cultivator too, isn’t exorcising demons and upholding righteousness your responsibility?”
“How old do you think I am?” Nan Yuanman chewed on her chicken leg, her cheeks bulging as she looked at him.
Jiang Lixuan: “…Three?”
“Five! I’m only five! I’m still a child, asking a child to exorcise demons and uphold righteousness, have you no shame?” Nan Yuanman sneered, unceremoniously rolling her eyes at him.
While they argued, Zhang Shimian was kicked flying by Zhou Ying. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew toward Nan Yuanman.
Jiang Lixuan was startled and instinctively wanted to step forward to block for her, but remembering what she had just said, his foot stopped.
“Yuanman!” Aunt Zheng cried out in alarm and pounced toward her direction, wanting to use her body to block for her.
This was the weight of an adult man, if it landed on Nan Yuanman, she wouldn’t die but would be seriously injured!
Nan Yuanman was stunned for a moment, her little brows furrowed slightly. She flipped out the small coffin from her pocket, stuck a tattered talisman on it, and tossed it forward.
The small coffin suddenly enlarged, blocking in front of Aunt Zheng.
“Thud!!”
Zhang Shimian’s body smashed heavily onto the coffin board and slid down slowly like a pile of mud.
When he fell to the ground, the small coffin shrank back to Nan Yuanman’s hand. Nan Yuanman angrily stood up and glared at Zhou Ying: “Sister Zhou Ying, that’s not fair! I hid in this corner without getting involved, and you still hit me!”
“My grandpa said, not hitting back when others offend you is impolite! So sorry, Sister Zhou Ying!”
After Nan Yuanman finished saying this in a rush, she pulled out Xiao Cao, who had a lame leg, and threw her out.
Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, Zhou Ying’s grievance surged sharply. The yin energy intertwined with the grievance suddenly filled the entire room.
Nan Yuanman’s vision blurred, and everything spun. Her whole person was tied up in a dim and cold small room.
“Stop struggling, Zhou Ying.” A damp and sticky hand touched her face. Nan Yuanman looked closely and saw Liu Hanfei, dressed in a suit and looking all proper, squatting in front of her.
No, squatting in front of “Zhou Ying”.
He held a small bottle containing a turbid liquid in his hand, looking at her with sinister and ruthless eyes: “You don’t want your mother and younger brother and sister to have their hard-won peaceful life disrupted again, do you?”
“You know, I can easily mess with a widow with kids.”
“Drink this obediently, rest assured, our Liu family will remember everything you’ve sacrificed.”
Nan Yuanman’s hand stretched out uncontrollably. Her hand was full of bruises and scars, looking like it had been abused for a long time.
Under Liu Hanfei’s threat, she tilted her head back and drank the bottle of turbid liquid.
As soon as the liquid entered her throat, Nan Yuanman instantly tasted it.
This was corpse oil.
