“You can’t even beat a child, aren’t you ashamed, Zhong Xueliu?”

Zhong Xueliu, who was applying ice to her face, blushed and said with a nonchalant look, "Nan Yichen, if you think she's just an ordinary child, then you should fight her."

She sneered, "I bet you wouldn't last three moves against her!"

Nan Yichen exclaimed, looking at Nan Yuanman with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "So amazing, kid! Who is your master? What path does he follow? What level have you reached in your cultivation?"

Nan Yuanman raised her hand and pushed aside Feng Yuli and Feng Congqian, who were secretly blocking her way. She raised her little head and said to him with great pride, "I don't have a master, but I have a grandfather."

"I'm not a sorcerer, I'm a coffin maker."

She blinked her adorable big eyes: "Big brother, are you going to buy a coffin?"

"A coffin maker?" A cute little girl with pigtails asked curiously, "Is your grandfather named Nan Fusheng?"

Nan Yuanman's face lit up with joy: "Big sister, how do you know my grandfather's name?"

“So your name really is Nan Fusheng. I’m a corpse driver.” Qi Chuhan smiled shyly. “I heard it from my grandfather. He said that he was a good friend of your grandfather when he was young and even helped the client order a lot of coffins from your grandfather.”

"It's a pity that your grandfather suddenly closed the shop for some reason and stopped operating it. We haven't been able to find him since."

"My grandfather still regrets that your grandfather's coffins were so well-made that they could dispel the resentment of the deceased. If he had continued to run the business, it might have become the largest coffin shop in Xia Kingdom!"

Upon hearing this, Nan Yuanman instantly felt more favorably towards and closer to Qi Chuhan. She sweetly said, "I'm in charge of Grandpa's coffin shop now. If you need a coffin, you can order from me! I'll give you a 20% discount!"

Qi Chuhan: "Okay..."

“That’s not right, is it?” Another young man, wearing a black shirt and black-rimmed glasses, pushed up his glasses and interjected, “I remember that coffin makers don’t have any means of attack.”

He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Nan Yuanman, his voice deep and cold: "Little friend, are you really only five years old?"

Qi Chuhan couldn't help but roll her eyes: "You're always saying this is wrong and that is wrong, Tan Yufan, have you gone crazy from studying arrays? Can't you even tell her bone age?"

Zhong Xueliu gritted her teeth: "...I really hope she's not a five-year-old child."

But... both her appearance and bone age told her that Nan Yuanman was a genuine little kid!

As Nan Yichen listened, he couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and beckon to Nan Yuanman, eager to try: "Kid, come on, hit me."

Feng Congqian: "??"

Feng Yuli: "..."

The rest of the Feng family couldn't help but roll their eyes, their expressions indescribable. How come none of the people from Bureau 908 seem reliable?

Squeezed out by them, Zhang Shimian reached out and pulled Nan Yuanman out of the encirclement with an annoyed look: "That's enough. Yuanman isn't one of your 908 Bureau members. Stop teasing her."

"Zhuang Hetai, you get over here right now to get the paperwork done! It's getting late, and our Yuanman needs to eat and sleep! Can you take responsibility if you delay her sleep and growth?"

Zhuang Hetai, who had been sitting quietly observing Nan Yuanman, stood up and said, "Gentlemen, please follow me."

Feng Congqian naturally took Nan Yuanman from Zhang Shimian's arms and strode towards the interrogation room.

Zhuang Hetai originally wanted to separate Nan Yuanman and Feng Congqian for questioning, but when he saw the little dumpling in his arms with its small, delicate face and features as pretty as a porcelain doll, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Let them come in together, father and daughter.

"Sit down." Zhuang Hetai pointed to the empty seat, bent down and took out paper and pen: "Little friend, your name is Nan Yuanman, right?"

Nan Yuanman nodded: "Mhm!"

"So you say the deceased was your maternal grandfather, what evidence do you have? Or besides Mr. Feng, is there anyone else who can vouch for you?"

It wasn't that Zhuang Hetai didn't trust Nan Yuanman; it was just that at that time, amidst the eerie atmosphere, only Nan Yuanman possessed esoteric arts.

Zhong Xueliu also mentioned that she possessed a very strange magical artifact, so he had to be even more cautious.

“Yes.” Zhuang Hetai’s attitude was gentle, and Nan Yuanman also put away her sharp edges, saying in a soft voice, “I have my uncle’s contact information, you can ask him.”

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand to show the small watch on her wrist, opened her blocked list, and pointed to a phone number on it for Zhuang Hetai to see.

Zhuang Hetai quickly wrote down the number and asked her, "Did you chase after the deceased when he fled?"

"No, no." Nan Yuanman shook her little head, her chubby cheeks trembling with her movements: "I saw that girl chasing after her, so I didn't go."

“Very good, one last question.” Zhuang Hetai relaxed his brow and looked at her, asking, “Where did you take all those evil spirits that were released from the manor back then?”

Feng Congqian realized there was a trap in the question. His expression turned cold, and he looked at Zhuang Hetai with great displeasure.

Zhuang Hetai smiled gently at him and continued to stare at Nan Yuanman.

"I didn't accept it," Nan Yuanman said honestly. "Little Red ate it all."

"Oh right, those vengeful ghosts came out of this little wooden puppet." Nan Yuanman rummaged through her small handbag and took out a small, dark wooden puppet that exuded a sinister aura.

The little wooden puppet was only the size of her palm, with a round face, a princess-cut hairstyle, and clothes made of just two rough intersecting lines.

It looks like a cheap puppet that was rejected by a toy factory.

When Zhuang Hetai saw the puppet, his expression suddenly changed, and he carefully took it from Nan Yuanman's hands.

This is...something from R country?

Nan Yuanman: "I found this on the ground when I was purifying the manor."

"I remember that after Jiang Tianzong, oh, that is, my grandfather, finished speaking, he threw this thing in my direction, and a lot of dark things and evil spirits came out."

"I think this should be useful to you."

Actually, it's also useful for Nanmanyuan. It can make Xiaohong eat it and repair the last crack!

However, she thought that these older brothers and sisters should be able to recognize who made these things, and maybe she could find out from them who the big bad guy who tricked her was!

She can then head straight to the villain's lair and take him down!

Hehehe!

She's so smart!

Zhuang Hetai put away the puppet: "Okay, I understand."

He asked a few more questions, and after Nan Yuanman answered them all, he then asked the other members of the Feng family.

The interrogation finally ended after two hours.

"To prevent the evil forces from targeting you, I will have people stationed around the Feng family manor these days. You can ask them for help if needed."

After seeing off the Feng family and Nan Yuanman, Zhuang Hetai looked down at Nan Yuanman and said, "If you encounter any evil forces, you can run in their direction, and they will help you."

Nan Yuanman nodded: "Okay."

Zhuang Hetai moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and watched Nan Yuanman and the Feng family leave.

Zhang Shimin didn't follow him. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him, asking, "Strange, you didn't let Yuanman join Bureau 908 this time. Didn't you say before that the bureau was short of people?"

“She’s only five years old.” Zhuang Hetai glanced at him, his voice cold: “908 hasn’t fallen so low as to enslave child laborers.”

Zhang Shimian: "..." If he hadn't been hung under a chandelier as bait by Zhuang Hetai when he was little, he would have believed it.

Isn't it just because they're afraid the Feng family will get angry? What kind of high-sounding excuse is this!

hypocritical!

Zhuang Hetai returned to the 908 Bureau office, took out the small wooden puppet that Nan Yuanman had given him, and solemnly dialed a number on his phone: "Master... there's been some movement from Country R."

-

The Feng family has a large number of members, so they brought two cars.

After a long day of work, Nan Yuanman snuggled into Feng Congqian's arms and fell into a deep sleep as soon as she got on the bus.

Feng Congqian held Nan Yuanman in his arms and gently patted her back. Feng Yuli and the others who were talking also lowered their voices.

Inside another car.

"I didn't expect our Perfect World to be so amazing." Feng Jingcheng said excitedly.

This was the first time he had ever heard of the fact that the government actually had a place like 908 to manage special events. It was truly an eye-opener for him!

"Hey, Second Brother, why aren't you saying anything?" Feng Jingcheng chattered on and on, but Feng Yanxiu, sitting next to him, remained silent.

He touched his arm, but Feng Yanxiu still didn't respond.

Feng Jingcheng frowned and turned his head unhappily: "Second brother, you don't still have feelings for Yuanman..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Feng Yanxiu, who had been keeping his head down and not saying a word, slowly raise his head to look at him. In the blink of an eye, his pale face turned into a grayish-white child's face.

The child grinned, revealing a wide smile: "Daddy..."

Feng Jingcheng: "!!!"

Feng Jingcheng: "Aaaaaaah!!!"