Chapter 15: After abandoning the rebellious villain, it is a unique reunion of old friends...
Just when everyone thought that this beautiful painting spirit in front of them would become Zhang Ningyan's new toy, Fu Wei simply bent down, rubbed Zhang Ningyan's head, and said gently: "Has anyone told you that good children can't use illusions on others?"
It was clearly Zhang Ningyan who was using magic, but after looking at each other, it was Zhang Ningyan who was stunned, staring blankly at Fu Wei's eyes.
Zhang Ningyan tilted her head and said blankly, "I'm not a good child?"
Fu Wei chuckled: "Now you are, because you won't use illusions on others casually in the future, right?"
Zhang Ningyan nodded: "Well, I am a good child. I won't use illusions on others casually."
"Good boy, wake up then."
Fu Wei raised her hand and closed the doll's eyes. Zhang Ningyan shuddered for a moment, then quickly came back to her senses. The little girl looked at Fu Wei in disbelief and didn't react for a long time.
“You…you…why are you…”
This was the first time her illusion had failed. Why wasn't this person bewitched by her?
Fu Wei said softly, "I've learned illusion techniques for a few years, but I haven't completely forgotten them yet. I'm sorry for showing off."
Zhang Ningyan: “…” This is called making a fool of oneself, then what is she?
A clown?
Feng Lingwu breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Fu Wei's hand, and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"
Fu Wei: "It's just a little trick, it's okay."
Everyone looked at Fu Wei with fear, as if they finally understood how powerful this painting spirit was who could help Feng Lingwu turn the tide in the arena.
He can even control that little witch Zhang Ningyan, so he is really powerful.
They'd better be careful.
Chu Xiangzhi had a smile on his lips as he watched Fu Wei stun everyone with just one move. He felt a sense of honor. But when he saw Feng Lingwu and Fu Wei getting so close and whispering to each other, his face became very ugly.
His eyes also turned cold and he stared at Feng Lingwu.
Fu Wei naturally noticed it and frowned: "Do you have a grudge against Chu Xiangzhi?"
Feng Lingwu said vaguely: "Well, I don't like him."
Fu Wei chuckled softly and nodded: "Alright, it's getting late, let's go check on the Zhuge family master first."
Then, Fu Wei said to the housekeeper, "Please take us to see the head of the Zhuge family."
Fu Wei has an aura that convinces people and makes them crawl at his feet. He seems to be born to stand on a high platform, admired and worshipped by thousands of people.
Chu Xiangzhi acted like a hermit and was sulking, while Zhang Ningyan was immersed in the frustration of her own failed illusion.
As for Feng Lingwu, he is Fu Wei's master on the surface, but in fact Fu Wei is the one who holds the initiative.
So when everyone heard Fu Wei say this, they subconsciously obeyed.
The hall, which was noisy just now, found its core and quickly quieted down.
The housekeeper quickly took people to Zhuge Xianyu's room.
Zhuge Xianyu's room was full of antique charm. A folding screen painted with white cranes, pine trees and clouds stood there, green curtains hung down, and the carved windows were slightly open. There was a faint fragrance in the air, like jasmine after the rain, elegant and lingering.
What was placed on the bookshelf were not books, but various exquisite gadgets. On the table not far away, there were piles of large and small parts. Among them was something similar to a crossbow. It seemed that it had not been assembled yet and had been left there for some reason.
The servant opened the bed curtains.
Zhuge Xianyu was lying on it.
Her hands were folded in front of her, her eyelashes drooped, casting a faint shadow, her skin was snow-white, and she looked peaceful and tranquil, like a sleeping beauty.
However, this beauty had a slightly frowned brow, and seemed uneasy.
"I didn't expect that the head of the Zhuge family is so young?"
"She looks pretty good?"
"How did this happen? Did you see anything?"
This was the young master of the Zhuge family, Zhuge An, Zhuge Xianyu's nephew, who had hurried over. He bowed to everyone and said, "I'm sorry. Ever since the patriarch fell into a coma, the Zhuge family has been plagued by many problems. I apologize for not welcoming you in person. I hope you will forgive me."
"You are too polite, young master."
Zhuge An: "If you have any questions, you can ask me. I will tell you everything I know."
"In that case, I won't be polite." Fu Wei said softly, "May I ask, Young Master, how exactly did Patriarch Zhuge get injured, and why did he become unconscious?"
Zhuge An replied, "Some time ago, an evil ghost appeared out of nowhere. It was very powerful and frequently caused trouble for the people of Yuncheng. The head of the family came to exorcise the ghost."
"Who knew that, out of dozens of people who went, only the head of the family returned. Not only was he severely injured, he was also completely dazed. The head of the family refused to allow anyone to see him and treat his injuries. He locked himself in his room for three whole days until the elders of the family broke in and rescued him."
Fu Wei asked, "Is it because Patriarch Zhuge feels that as the Patriarch, he failed to protect his family members and feels guilty about it?"
Zhuge An sighed and said, "Yes."
"Since then, the patriarch has locked himself in the mechanical room, racking his brains to figure out how to exorcise the demon. He would go out every seven days, forbidding us to follow him and never telling us what he was doing. Every time he came back, he was covered in wounds. This continued until the thirteenth time, when he returned and fell into a deep sleep."
When everyone heard this, they felt even more strange, as if something was wrong.
At this time, Chu Xiangzhi, who had been silent all this time, spoke up and asked, "With such strange behavior, didn't you send anyone to follow and check it out?"
Zhuge An pursed his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I followed him, but I always lost him."
Upon hearing this, Chu Xiangzhi turned around and asked Fu Wei, "What do you think?" It was the unique sense of familiarity of meeting old friends again.
Fu Wei replied subconsciously: "I have no idea."
Chu Xiangzhi: "It's okay, you can take your time."
Fu Wei nodded distantly, but a strange feeling filled her heart.
Feng Lingwu had always disliked Chu Xiangzhi, and hearing him talking to Fu Wei like this made her feel very uncomfortable. However, due to the current situation, she could only suppress her feelings and took Fu Wei's hand like a spoiled child, "Master."
Fu Wei naturally sensed Feng Lingwu's mood and felt somewhat helpless, yet happy to indulge him. She patted Feng Lingwu's hand, then placed a few candies in his palm and coaxed him like a child, "Be good."
Feng Lingwu, who never liked milk candy, raised the corner of his lips, immediately peeled one and put it in his mouth, then blinked at Chu Xiangzhi on the side, a little provocatively.
Chu Xiangzhi's eyes flashed and he snorted coldly.
Feng Lingwu will not be happy for long. He will let Fu Wei recognize that he is his junior brother, and then let this fake get away.
Fu Wei thought for a moment, walked up to Zhang Ningyan, and said with a smile: "Little sister, since you are here, why don't you give it a try?"
Zhang Ningyan looked up at him: "What do you want me to do?"
Fu Wei: "Wake him up."
"Okay, if I succeed, you have to tell me where you learned your illusion." The little girl smiled cunningly and began to negotiate a deal with Fu Wei.
Fu Wei: "Okay."
Zhang Ningyan held the doll and stared at Zhuge Xianyu for a long time before saying, "This brother is also very handsome. It would be great if he could wake up. Barbie, can you help me?"
"Hehehe——" The baby in Zhang Ningyan's arms opened its mouth and giggled.
"Wake up, wake up..."
Zhang Ningyan cast the spell over and over again, muttering to herself.
Zhuge Xianyu's eyelashes trembled, as if he felt someone calling him. His head shook slightly, as if he was haunted by a nightmare, but his will gradually returned and he tried hard to wake up.
Suddenly, Zhuge Xianyu opened his eyes and sat up.
Such a beauty, when she opened her eyes, was surprisingly inviolable. Her dark eyes were filled with confusion, as if they had lost focus. She stared blankly out the window, her pupils constricted, as if in fear, in disbelief, and even more so, in anger.
Without waiting for anyone to ask, Zhuge Xianyu's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but the next second, blood flowed out of his mouth, soaking the bedding, and he lost consciousness and collapsed.
Fu Wei quickly stepped forward, caught the person, and carefully placed him back on the bed. He even took his pulse and said, "It's a backlash."
Zhang Ningyan's face turned pale. After all, she was just a teenager. When she heard Fu Wei say this, she felt very guilty: "Did I do this?"
"It was me who asked you to wake him up. I should be the one saying sorry. I don't blame you." Fu Wei said.
Zhang Ningyan: "But he vomited blood, what should we do?"
At this time, Chu Xiangzhi came over, took out a bottle of green pills, and said softly: "It's a recuperation pill. Take it and you'll be fine in no time. Don't worry."
Fu Wei: "Thank you."
Chu Xiangzhi: "You're welcome."
Zhang Ningyan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and said pitifully, "Then can you tell me who you learned your illusion technique from? I want to become his disciple."
Fu Wei: "No."
Zhang Ningyan pouted, then blinked her big eyes and asked hopefully, "Well, actually, you can accept me as your disciple."
Feng Lingwu felt a little panicked, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on Fu Wei's hand, looking at Fu Wei nervously.
Fu Wei shook his head: "I am not well-educated and talented enough to take on the task. Besides, I already have an apprentice and have no plans to take on another one."
Everyone couldn't help but feel a little surprised that someone would actually worship Hua Ling as a master. However, Fu Wei was so powerful that Feng Lingwu would be lucky to have him as his master.
Zhang Ningyan: "Okay."
The casting of illusions requires strong mental strength as support. Every time Fu Wei casts it, his soul will be damaged.
His real body had long been annihilated, and now only a wisp of spirit remained, which could only possess the scroll. However, if the illusion was performed too frequently, it would seriously weaken his soul. In serious cases, it would really be reduced to ashes.
It is best to use less magic and just be a painting spirit honestly. This is the best strategy.
Chu Xiangzhi took the initiative to say, "Since his soul is not out of his body, nor is he injured, and the illusion can't wake him up, is he trapped or drugged?"
Otherwise it would be difficult to explain the cause of the coma.
Fu Wei looked around and suddenly remembered that when Zhuge Xianyu woke up, his eyes were fixed on the window.
Maybe this is a clue?
So Fu Wei walked over.
Only then did I realize where the jasmine scent in the house came from. I saw snow-white jasmine flowers blooming outside the window. The delicate and lovely petals were snow-white, and when the wind blew, they brought bursts of fragrance.
Fu Wei asked, "Did your master plant this jasmine?"
There is also a continuous spell on it, which is a magic spell used to induce sleep.
Zhuge An's eyes dodged, as if he had something to hide. He hesitated for a long time and said, "No, it was planted by a servant at home when he was bored."
"A servant is bored and uses his master's land to plant flowers to kill time?" Fu Wei thought it was a little funny. "He's not an ordinary servant, is he?"
Minister Chu knew: "Young Master Zhuge refused to tell the truth, yet asked us to do our utmost to rescue the head of the Zhuge family?"
Zhuge An sighed helplessly, and then said: "This flower was actually planted by the master's apprentice Su Moli, but three years ago, he was expelled from the family for offending the master. It should have nothing to do with this matter."
There is still something hidden.
Fu Wei: “Not necessarily.”
Feng Lingwu: "Since Su Moli was driven out, he might be dissatisfied and return for revenge. After all, he was once a member of the Zhuge family and a disciple of the Zhuge family master. He knows the Zhuge family's situation very well. If he really wants to attack Zhuge Xianyu, it would be very easy."
Chu Xiangzhi: "May I ask why Su Moli was kicked out?"
Zhang Ningyan: "Yes, yes, tell me quickly."
Zhuge An looked at Fu Wei and the others in embarrassment, then looked at the unconscious Zhuge Xianyu. After a long silence, he finally made up his mind and said, "Because Su Moli has evil intentions towards the head of the family."
Fu Wei's eyes were as clear as glass, and she was puzzled: "What's wrong with that?"
Zhuge An: "Su Moli fell in love with the head of the family and developed thoughts that he shouldn't have. This angered the head of the family and he was kicked out."
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