Nan Yuanman hurriedly took a few steps back, and Old Master Nan grabbed the puppet's outstretched arm with one hand and flung it away.

Like bowling balls, a large number of puppets collapsed instantly.

Nan Yuanman looked closely and found that most of these puppets were extremely short, with the tallest only two heads taller than her, and there were even small puppets crawling all over the ground.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly called out to Feng Congqian, "Dad!"

"I'm here!" Feng Congqian's voice came from above. Only then did Nan Yuanman see that he had climbed up the cherry blossom tree and was sitting on a branch, constantly throwing down Heavenly Thunder Talismans.

The puppet struck by the Heavenly Thunder Talisman instantly convulsed and collapsed, losing its ability to move.

Perhaps because of the escape of Taikubo Fuya, these small puppets were not as agile as the large puppets they had encountered before. They moved with some hesitation and climbed trees very slowly.

It seems that Taikubo Fuya thought Feng Congqian was just an ordinary person, so she didn't send a large puppet to deal with him, but only a small puppet.

They just didn't expect him to have such an overpowered Heavenly Thunder Talisman. They failed to capture him and were even beaten back by Nan Yuanman, so they had no choice but to flee.

Feng Congqian threw down another Heavenly Thunder Talisman, blasting a clear space before leaping down from the tree branch. He quickly reached Nan Yuanman's side, picked her up, and anxiously checked her condition.

Like a kitten, Nan Yuanman obediently let him look her over, and softly comforted him, "Daddy, I'm not hurt, don't worry."

"Little Grass has found Second Brother! Let's go find him!"

Feng Congqian pulled her into his arms and nodded, "Okay."

He carried Nan Yuanman and charged towards the direction she pointed.

Even though Takubo Fuya escaped, she still left behind many puppets, and there are still obstacles on the way to find them.

However, these obstacles are nothing to Nan Yuanman, who possesses the powerful weapon of Master Nan.

After fighting their way to the smoke-filled backyard, Xie Qingya—no, Yue Yaxin—carried Feng Xingchi on her back and held a scarecrow in her hand, and ran out of a burning house.

Upon seeing Nan Yuanman and his group, Yue Yaxin finally broke into a joyful smile on her dark face: "Yuanman!"

Feng Congqian, holding Nan Yuanman, took a wary step back and hissed in a low voice, "Don't come any closer!"

Yue Yaxin slammed on the brakes and stood there somewhat bewildered.

Xiao Cao jumped off her shoulder and ran towards Nan Yuanman, grabbing onto Feng Congqian's clothes as she climbed up. When she reached Nan Yuanman's shoulder, she leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

Nan Yuanman nodded, a look of realization crossing her face. She patted Feng Congqian's slightly stiff shoulder: "Dad, she's not that bad grandma, she's Auntie. Auntie's spirit has possessed her!"

Feng Congqian looked at Yue Yaxin with slight suspicion, and Yue Yaxin quickly said, "It's me! It really is me! Uncle, don't worry, I put her soul into the little paper doll that was there before."

Upon hearing this, Feng Congqian's stiff body relaxed slightly. He put Nan Yuanman down, stepped forward to take Feng Xingchi from Yue Yaxin, and said in a cold voice, "This is not a good place to talk. Let's leave here first."

He carried the Fengxing Pool on his back and led Nan Yuanman out first.

Yue Yaxin exclaimed "Eh!" and quickly followed, clutching the little scarecrow containing Feng Junhao's soul.

They had barely left the shrine's accommodation area when the previously sluggish fire suddenly escalated, engulfing the houses in the blink of an eye.

The fire spread extremely quickly, engulfing the entire shrine.

After Nanman and his group left, the shrine let out a creaking sound as it collapsed completely under the strain.

In a daze, Nan Yuanman seemed to hear countless sighs of relief coming from behind him.

She turned around abruptly, the bright yellow firelight illuminating her fair cheeks, with white specks of light constantly rising from the flames.

They floated in mid-air for a circle, like a galaxy, before rushing towards the direction of Nan Yuanman.

Nan Yuanman suddenly felt an unfamiliar power in her mind. The colorful glass heart that the Hundred Fox Goddess had left her was now enveloped by these white light spots and suddenly throbbed violently.

As it throbbed, Nan Yuanman vaguely felt the meridians in his body rapidly expanding, and his body felt warm, as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

The fatigue and soreness in my body were taken away, and I felt refreshed and energetic, as if I had taken a super tonic.

Unbeknownst to Nan Yuanman, the blackness surrounding Xiao Hong inside the small handbag had deepened, and one of the mythical beasts carved on the coffin had silently opened its eyes…

“Perfect, perfect?” Feng Congqian noticed that Nan Yuanman was suddenly standing still and called out to her anxiously.

Nan Yuanman snapped out of her comfortable feeling, smacked her lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction, and turned to look at Feng Congqian: "Dad, what's wrong?"

Feng Congqian frowned slightly: "You suddenly stopped standing still just now. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I feel great," Nan Yuanman said honestly.

She knew what the light that had just drifted over was: the power of faith.

She sensed it when the Hundred Fox Goddess stuffed the glass heart into her brain.

Feng Congqian was skeptical, but Nan Yuanman tugged at his hand and pointed at Feng Xingchi: "Dad, let's put Second Brother down first. I'll give him a medicine talisman, otherwise he'll be killed."

Feng Congqian had no choice but to suppress his urge to inspect Nan Yuanman from head to toe, and carefully placed Feng Xingchi on the relatively flat ground.

Feng Xingchi did not receive much care that night. His wounds were only roughly bandaged and were not cleaned or washed. They had become infected and inflamed, and his body temperature was frighteningly high.

Yue Yaxin scratched her head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "There weren't many medicines in the room, and there was very little water, so I could only wrap him up like this."

"It's alright." Nan Yuanman quickly pulled out some medicinal talismans and slapped them onto Feng Xingchi's wounds. Then he took out another one, tore it up, and stuffed it into Feng Xingchi's mouth.

The bitter taste of the medicinal talisman instantly filled his mouth, and Feng Xingchi, who was unconscious, was immediately awakened by the bitterness: "...bitter...so bitter..."

Nan Yuanman took out his small water bottle and, with Feng Congqian's help, fed him a couple of sips of water: "Good medicine tastes bitter, Second Brother, drink it quickly, you'll feel better soon!"

Feng Xingchi swallowed it with water, then looked at Nan Yuanman with a blank and dazed expression, calling out to her in a daze, "Yuanman?"

Nan Yuanman: "Yeah!"

"Perfect?!"

"I am here."

Feng Xingchi, on the verge of death, sat bolt upright in shock, his eyes wide, stammering, "You...me! How did you get here?! And how did you find me?!"

He remembered that he didn't even have time to send a message to his family when the plane crashed, let alone share his location with them. How did Yuanman find him?!

He looked dazed: "Could it be..."

"I'm already dead?"

Is Yuanman here to retrieve him from the eighteenth level of hell?

Just as Nan Yuanman was about to answer him, a yellow shadow suddenly flew out of Yue Yaxin's pocket and pounced on Feng Congqian with a scream: "Feng Congqian! It's you again, you bastard! I'll beat you to death!"