Sun Jiajun transformed into black mist and rushed towards the door. At the critical moment, a red light flashed, the small coffin grew larger and blocked the doorway, and the coffin lid opened to one side.
Sun Jiajun's expression changed drastically. It was too late for him to dodge. A bluish-purple hand reached out from the coffin and grabbed his soul.
Amidst the dark red mist, Old Master Nan, with Sun Jiajun by the neck, slowly emerged from the coffin.
Grandpa Nan stared at Nan Yuanman for a while, making sure she wasn't injured, before slowly shifting his gaze away.
Nan Yuanman's face lit up with joy: "Grandpa! You've come out of seclusion!"
"No, no." Old Master Nan's tone was stiff: "You are in danger, Grandpa."
He controlled the yin energy to wrap Sun Jiajun into a black cocoon, and glanced at Nan Yuanman with slight weariness: "If you need anything, call me sir."
After saying that, he turned around and went back into the small coffin to continue his seclusion.
The small coffin shrank to the size of a small box and flew back to Nanmanyuan.
Nan Yuanman carefully grasped the small coffin, rubbed it against her cheek, and then carefully stuffed it into her small handbag.
The whole process took only a few seconds. While Xiao Qidong was still in shock at how the coffin had turned into a living person—or rather, a dead person—the matter was already over.
His legs went weak, and he grabbed Feng Jingcheng's clothes, slowly sitting down on the ground.
That's so exciting! It's incredibly exciting!
He had never experienced anything so exciting in his life.
Nan Yuanman puffed out her cheeks and ran over unhappily. While helping Zhou Jingchuan remove the talisman from his soul, she chattered, "Brother Zhou, why did you suddenly rush over there just now?"
Zhou Jingchuan subconsciously clenched his fist and then quickly relaxed it, his face full of apology: "Yuanman, I'm so sorry..."
Before he could finish speaking, Nan Yuanman said, "Luckily, I threw a Soul-Locking Talisman instead of a Soul-Destroying Talisman. If it had been a Soul-Destroying Talisman, you would have been finished."
Zhou Jingchuan was stunned, the little voice still nagging in his ear: "You finally gained your freedom, what a waste if you die before you can even enjoy it?"
"I don't need you to risk your life for me. If you die now, you'll just vanish completely! Brother Zhou, you have to take better care of yourself from now on!"
Zhou Jingchuan blinked rapidly, awkwardly shifting his gaze away from Nan Yuanman, and lowered his head, nodding obediently: "I...I understand, I won't do it again, I promise!"
"That's a good, obedient child." Nan Yuanman patted his shoulder and continued, "If there's a next time, I'll send you to the underworld!"
Zhou Jingchuan shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum: "No, it won't happen again."
Feng Jingcheng's gaze deepened as he scrutinized Zhou Jingchuan before turning his attention to Jiang Huiqin lying on the ground. He called out to her, "Yuanman, what about her...? Is she still alive?"
Nan Yuanman turned around and stared at Jiang Huiqin for a while, then nodded his little head: "She's still alive, but... she won't live much longer."
Jiang Huiqin must have been staying close to Sun Jiajun these past few days, and even fed him with her own blood.
Her body was being corrupted by ghostly energy, and her internal organs were rapidly decaying. Sun Jiajun had also possessed her body...
Their original lifespan has been affected, shortened to less than five years.
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips, took out a Yang-gathering talisman from her small handbag, and carefully put it into Jiang Huiqin's pocket.
The Yang-Gathering Talisman can restore some of her rapidly depleting Yang energy and make her feel a little better.
After releasing the talisman, just as she was about to leave, Jiang Huiqin, who had been unconscious, suddenly woke up and tightly gripped Nan Yuanman's wrist.
Xiao Qidong and Feng Jingcheng were startled: "Perfect!"
The two rushed forward; one hugged Nan Yuanman, while the other forcefully pried open Jiang Huiqin's fingers.
But Jiang Huiqin seemed to be using all her strength, and Xiao Qidong was afraid that using too much force would hurt Nan Yuanman, so they were locked in a stalemate for a moment.
Jiang Huiqin completely ignored them, staring intently at Nan Yuanman, her mouth opening and closing, her voice hoarse and pleading: "Let...let Jiajia go, please."
When Sun Jiajun possessed her, she could see everything happening outside, including the scene of Sun Jiajun being captured.
She knew that Nan Yuanman was protecting the Feng family, and that she and Sun Jiajun were no match for her with their current strength.
But she only has one child, Sun Jiajun.
She knew he had made a mistake, and she couldn't accept that Sun Jiajun's soul had been scattered and he didn't even have the chance to live.
“No, Auntie.” Nan Yuanman shook her head, her little chubby hands warm and firm, slowly prying Jiang Huiqin’s fingers apart: “He did something wrong, he even took someone’s life, he’s a bad guy, I can’t let him go.”
"Auntie...Auntie knows, it's Auntie's fault. I killed him, and I fed him the blood. It has nothing to do with him." Jiang Huiqin struggled to keep her fingers from being pried open. "Auntie is willing to pay with her life. Please spare his life, okay?"
Jiang Huiqin struggled to her feet, then knelt down and repeatedly kowtowed to Nan Yuanman: "I'm begging you, Auntie, please."
"Mom! Get up! Don't beg her!" Sun Jiajun kept ramming against the cage made by Old Master Nan, and screamed in despair the moment he saw Jiang Huiqin kneel down.
Whether before or after his death, his mother was always proud and never knelt down to beg anyone. But now... she knelt down to a little girl who was not even five years old for his sake!
Sun Jiajun couldn't accept it at all.
The moment Jiang Huiqin knelt down, Feng Jingcheng had already picked up Nan Yuanman. His face darkened slightly, and he said unhappily, "Auntie, our Yuanman is only five years old. Are you trying to shorten her lifespan by kneeling down for her?"
"As for Sun Jiajun... he has only himself to blame for his current state. Yuanman will never allow him to continue harming people!"
“Yes, Auntie, please get up, please don’t do this.” Xiao Qidong felt bad seeing someone the same age as his mother kneeling on the ground pleading. He sighed, stepped forward, grabbed her arm, and tried to pull her up from the ground.
Jiang Huiqin's face was filled with grief as she reached out and grabbed Xiao Qidong's hand, saying, "But he's my child, he's my only child..."
Xiao Qidong didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth, about to speak, but suddenly felt a slight stinging pain on the back of his hand.
He subconsciously released his grip on Jiang Huiqin's hand, and just as he was about to check on her, Jiang Huiqin stumbled to her feet and ran toward Sun Jiajun, her pale face showing a hint of madness.
"Son! I got it! I got Xiao Qidong's blood!"
She forcefully threw the pin stained with Xiao Qidong's blood, which she was clutching in her hand, toward Sun Jiajun: "Quick! Son! As long as you absorb this drop of blood, we, mother and son, will be reunited soon!"
Xiao Qidong: "Damn it!"
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