Chapter 88: I Need Rescuing
The appearance of the Feng family brothers was still too sudden for the little girl, and she couldn’t accept their existence so quickly for the time being.
What’s more… she was also well aware of her own uniqueness.
She had inherited half of Grandpa’s mantle and was a coffin maker, so in the future, she would inevitably have to deal with ghosts, corpses, graves, and the like.
Nan Yuanman knew that not everyone could accept their relatives dealing with corpses, ghosts and monsters, and such; they would find it bad luck.
So she had no intention of hiding it.
If they found it distasteful, that was fine too.
Nan Yuanman hugged the small shoulder bag in her arms tightly; she could make money now and support herself, Grandpa, Gou Dan, and the others.
Feng Yuli: “Got it.”
Meng Qinian: “Of course.”
Feng Langqing was stunned by her question for a moment and subconsciously replied: “What does she do? Isn’t it just playing with mud and playing with dolls?”
Besides playing with those, what else could she do?
Meng Qinian had a look of disdain: “Would our Yuanman play with such childish things? Of course not!”
Feng Yuli said calmly: “Mud and dolls are just Yuanman’s pastime when she’s idle; she has a proper profession.”
Feng Langqing: “???”
Had he misheard or was he not awake yet?
Haha, a five-year-old milk doll already working??
Which organization hired her? Believe it or not, he’d report them for employing child labor!
Nan Yuanman nervously fiddled with the decoration on her shoulder bag, looking at Feng Langqing and saying softly: “Yuanman is a coffin maker, though she hasn’t graduated from apprenticeship yet.”
She was still too young now and temporarily couldn’t make coffins; she could only do some work to comfort the deceased, so she wasn’t a real coffin maker yet.
“Coffin makers are also known as ‘those who harmonize yin and yang’; they can contact the underworld and communicate with the living world, so…” Nan Yuanman tried her best to repeat what Old Master Nan had once told her: “To let the deceased rest in peace, Yuanman will contact some ghosts in the future.”
These words sounded like heavenly scripture in Feng Langqing’s ears; he looked at the little milk bun in front of him, his handsome face shocked to the point of numbness.
A… five-year-old coffin maker.
Even the TV series he acted in wouldn’t dare to portray it like this!
And…
Feng Langqing swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously: “There are really ghosts in this world?”
Weren’t those just fabrications by metaphysics lunatics obsessed with feudal superstition to deceive people?
“There are.” Nan Yuanman nodded obediently, turned her head to look at Gou Dan, who had been pondering something silently without speaking ever since the Feng family brothers appeared, and asked: “Do you want to see?”
Feng Langqing felt nervous, scared, and curious inside; he was usually most afraid of these ghostly things and hadn’t even dared to go to a haunted house despite being grown up.
But… ghosts!
He hadn’t seen a real ghost yet!
Feng Langqing ultimately couldn’t resist his inner curiosity and nodded: “S-see?”
Feng Yuli was also curious inside, but he didn’t show it; instead, he gazed warmly at Nan Yuanman.
Meng Qinian, who had truly seen ghosts: “…”
He cowardly closed his eyes: “You guys look; I won’t.”
He’d stay up all night unable to sleep after seeing them.
Nan Yuanman was also a bit nervous; she reached into her small shoulder bag and rummaged around, pulling out a small bottle made of bamboo, then yanked out the stopper from the bottle mouth with a heave.
She then took out two talismans, dripped the ox eyeball tears onto the talismans, and handed them to Feng Langqing and Feng Yuli respectively: “Hold them in your hands and you’ll be able to see; don’t worry, with me here, they won’t hurt you.”
Feng Langqing was excited and nervous as he carefully took it: “Okay.”
As soon as his hand touched the talisman, he looked up and saw a tall man floating beside Nan Yuanman, half his face occupied by black-red threads… a male ghost.
The male ghost seemed to notice his gaze and looked up at him expressionlessly.
Feng Langqing: “!!!! Ga—!”
Feng Langqing didn’t even manage to scream before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed with a thud, landing right between Meng Qinian’s legs.
Meng Qinian shrieked like a chicken flying and eggs smashing: “Awo—!”
Feng Yuli was also startled by the suddenly appearing male ghost; he steadied his mind with effort, lifted the fainted Feng Langqing up with one hand, and rescued Meng Qinian.
Nan Yuanman looked worried: “Is he okay? Is he alright?”
“He’s fine; your third brother is just a bit cowardly. He’ll get used to it after seeing more ghosts and build up his courage.” Feng Yuli flung Feng Langqing back onto his seat, smiling reassuringly on the surface.
Nan Yuanman thought about it and found it reasonable, so half of her lifted heart settled.
Meng Qinian: “?”
Meng Qinian:
No one going to check on him? He felt like he needed rescuing!
Feng Yuli completely ignored him; he restrained his gaze, not daring to look at the male ghost floating beside Nan Yuanman anymore, and silently turned to look out the window.
“Smack—!” A head dropped from above, smashing heavily against the car window with blood splattering; Feng Yuli’s expression changed slightly, thinking the driver had hit someone, but then the head moved.
It slowly turned its face, meeting the eyes of Feng Yuli by the window.
Realizing something, that pale and ferocious head instantly showed a hint of excitement: “You can see me?”
Feng Yuli: “…”
He silently shifted his gaze, not meeting the eyes of that irritating head outside the window, but in doing so, he locked eyes with Gou Dan again.
Feng Yuli hesitated for a moment, then gave Gou Dan a slight nod, greeting him silently.
Gou Dan raised his brow slightly and asked: “Young man, do I look familiar to you?”
Feng Yuli: “?” Were ghosts all this friendly?
He smiled politely: “No.”
Nan Yuanman then remembered that Gou Dan was still a living soul; judging by his destiny, he was from a wealthy family too, so maybe Feng Yuli had seen him before.
She quickly said: “Big brother, Gou Dan is still a living soul; his body hasn’t died yet—it’s like your father’s. Take a good look; have you seen him somewhere?”
“If you’ve seen him, tell me where his body is, and I’ll send his soul back.”
Hearing this male ghost’s name, Feng Yuli’s mouth twitched; he held back a rude laugh and seriously observed Gou Dan’s facial features.
Gou Dan only had half his face visible; the other half had fewer black threads, but to Feng Yuli, it was still pitch black.
The more he looked at that half face, the more familiar this male ghost seemed, but he couldn’t recall where he’d seen him.
Feng Yuli said apologetically: “Sorry, Yuanman, I can’t remember where I’ve seen him.”
Nan Yuanman wasn’t disappointed; she comforted him like a little adult: “It’s okay; I’ll slowly help Gou Dan find it.”
As she spoke, her gaze involuntarily fell on Feng Langqing, and she asked nervously: “Th-then, can they accept it? If not, you can drop Yuanman off at the hotel; Yuanman isn’t a three-year-old child anymore and can take care of herself.”
The little dumpling’s anxious and uneasy look made Feng Yuli’s chest feel like it was pricked by a needle, faintly aching; he comforted her gently: “Of course we can accept it, Yuanman. Listen, I know our appearance is too sudden for you, and you can’t accept or get used to us in such a short time.”
“But before deciding to pick you up from the Jiang family, I was already prepared to fully accept all your goods and bads, so you don’t need to worry at all.”
“What’s more, we’re all adults now, and what you do is good deeds; we have no reason not to accept it.”
Nan Yuanman blinked slowly, staring blankly at Feng Yuli, her chest feeling like it was covered by a steaming hot steamed bun—warm and cozy.
This was the first time someone had said this to her…
It felt so wonderful inside.
Feng Yuli reached out and gently ruffled the little girl’s slightly messy hair: “Yuanman, I won’t force you to get along with us. During this time, we’ll take it slow, get to know each other gradually, okay?”
Nan Yuanman pressed her hand to her chest and shyly gave Feng Yuli a cute smile, saying in her babyish little voice: “Okay.”
During their conversation, the car slowly stopped at the gate of a manor.
Feng Yuli got out of the car first, turned to pick up Nan Yuanman, but saw the little girl hop down from the car with a heave, her chubby cheeks jiggling up and down with the motion—looking utterly adorable.
As soon as Nan Yuanman stood steady, urgent thumping sounds came from Xiao Hong’s coffin lid: “Where is this? Why am I locked up! Hurry and let me out!”
