Nan Yuanman pouted, her eyes reddened, and she raised her little hands to cover her eyes, pretending to cry: "Waaah... Sixth brother, you're so mean!"

As soon as she started crying, Feng Jingcheng couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over to comfort her in a flurry of activity: "Hey! I only asked one question, what did I mean by being mean? My dear, don't cry, it was your sixth brother's fault."

If my uncle finds out he made Yuanman cry...

Feng Jingcheng couldn't help but shiver. He squatted down in front of her and coaxed her, "Don't cry. I'll keep your sneaking away a secret for you, okay?"

Nan Yuanman secretly peeked her little hands, which were covering her eyes, and cried out, "Waaah, is it Zun Du? Sixth Brother isn't lying to me?"

Feng Jingcheng: "When has Sixth Brother ever lied to you?"

Nan Yuanman got all excited and listed Feng Jingcheng's offenses one by one: "Last time I called you to dinner, you said you'd come after you finished this game, but after you finished, you started another one."

"The time before last, you said you hadn't eaten and really wanted to eat chicken legs, so I gave you the chicken legs. But then Fourth Brother said you had already eaten them, and even ate the White-Bearded Grandpa's Family Bucket."

"The time before last..."

Feng Jingcheng was sweating profusely and quickly covered her mouth: "Alright, alright, my little darling, stop talking, I was wrong."

"I promise I won't lie to you this time! Really, I swear!"

"But I want to go with you."

Nan Yuanman hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Sixth Brother, do you remember Sister Ding Yan from earlier today? Her sister was caught by Grandpa Mouse, and I want to go and rescue her sister."

She had met Grandpa Mouse several times before and knew he wasn't a good person. She was worried that Ding Yan's sister would be in danger if she stayed in his care for too long.

In addition, Ding Yan's sister also attacked his nephew today...

Grandpa Mouse was bound to take his anger out on others.

Since she's already involved, she should see it through to the end.

Feng Jingcheng nodded: "Okay, I'll take you there."

So, under the cover of night, the brother and sister sneaked out of the manor and stood facing each other on the curb of the main road.

Feng Jingcheng took out his phone and asked, "Yuanman, do you know where Miao Shaohua's house is located?"

Nan Yuanman looked completely innocent: "I don't know."

Feng Jingcheng: "?"

“But Sister Ding Yan knows where her sister is.” Nan Yuanman pulled a small paper figure out of her pocket, and Ding Yan used her ghostly energy to condense an address.

Feng Jingcheng used Dodo Taxi to hail a cab and sped off.

Half an hour later.

Feng Jingcheng and Nan Yuanman got out of the car in front of a residential compound in Chaoyang District, Beijing.

At that moment, Miao Shaohua also returned home from the hospital.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Just a few days ago, he had subdued a female ghost next to Qiu Wangnan, and now, only a few days later, Qiu Wangnan had been harmed by a ghost again.

Could it be...?

Did the female ghost he captured have accomplices? Did her accomplices attack Qiu Wangnan to avenge her?

If that's the case, all we need to do is drag the female ghost out and interrogate her to find out who her adversary is who helped them and opposed him!

With a cold look in his eyes, Miao Shaohua opened the attic door.

Inside the attic was an altar, in front of which was a wooden statue of a god without facial features, and next to it were several wooden cabinets.

The cabinet was filled with earthenware jars sealed with talismans, each emanating a strong aura of yin energy.

As if sensing someone's arrival, the earthenware jar on the cabinet began to vibrate and hum, and small bumps appeared on the seal from time to time, as if something inside was struggling to break out.

Some of the pottery jars were silent, making no sound whatsoever.

"Quiet down, all of you!" Miao Shaohua hissed, his wrinkled face particularly grim.

The buzzing earthenware pot fell silent for a moment, then vibrated even louder, and cracks even appeared on its surface.

Miao Shaohua looked annoyed and, with a sullen face, took a sachet from his waist and flung out dark insect eggs.

The insect eggs fell into the mouth of the earthenware jar and immediately turned into tiny insects that crawled inside. Suddenly, a crunching sound came from inside the jar, as if the insects were tearing something apart.

"Aaaaaah—!"

A piercing scream suddenly emanated from the earthenware jar, echoing throughout the entire attic.

The earthenware pots, which had been shaking, suddenly stopped and fell silent, trembling as if they dared not make a sound.

Miao Shaohua showed a hint of pleasure. He took a deep breath, calmly lit three incense sticks for the wooden statue, and then took out an old pottery jar from the outermost position and peeled off the talisman on it.

A flash of dark light appeared, and a slender ghostly figure appeared in the attic.

Before the ghostly figure could regain its footing, it charged at Miao Shaohua with its sharp claws grotesquely waving.

Miao Shaohua sneered: "Overestimating yourself."

He pulled out a talisman and flung it at the ghostly figure.

The talisman collided with the ghostly figure, and the ghostly figure immediately emitted sizzling white smoke, spreading a putrid stench throughout the attic.

Ding Pan screamed and fell heavily to the ground, her soul becoming even dimmer and weaker.

Her eyes were bloodshot, glaring at Miao Shaohua with a mixture of fear and hatred. She growled through gritted teeth, "You hypocritical, wicked Taoist priest! One day, I will tear you to pieces!!!"

"Tear me to pieces? Ha! You can't even protect yourself now, Miss." Miao Shaohua's eyes flashed with sarcasm as he coldly demanded, "Tell me, where are your accomplices! Who helped you harm my nephew?"

Ding Pan was stunned for a moment: "What happened to Qiu Wangnan? Is he dead?"

She suddenly realized something, and without giving Miao Shaohua any face, burst into laughter: "Qiu Wangnan is crippled? Hahaha! Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes! That bastard is finally crippled! Hahaha!!"

Hearing her arrogant laughter, Miao Shaohua's face turned extremely ugly. He hissed, "Shut up!"

Ding Pan not only ignored his words and shut up, but laughed even more wildly, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered over the years.

Miao Shaohua's face grew increasingly dark, and he took out a talisman and slapped it onto Ding Pan again.

Ding Pan groaned in pain, almost losing control of her soul. She sneered at Miao Shaohua, her hideous ghostly face full of laughter: "Let me tell you, I have no accomplices, and no one will help me take revenge. Qiu Wangnan deserved his fate! He deserved it!"

"Good riddance! It was a wonderful death!"

"Didn't you want to kill me?" Ding Pan stretched her neck. "Come on! Kill me!"

Miao Shaohua squinted at Ding Pan's appearance and understood: "So eager to die, it seems that the ghost that injured Wang Nan really is your accomplice."

"In that case, keeping you alive should be enough to lure her out, right?"

Ding Pan's pupils contracted sharply, and a look of panic flashed across her face. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Miao Shaohua's clothes, and shouted, "No! I have no accomplices! Kill me! Kill me now!"

"If you don't kill me, I will definitely kill Qiu Wangnan! I..."

Before she could finish speaking, the doorbell rang out.

"Ding-dong!"