Feng Yanxiu's pupils shrank drastically: "!!"
At the critical moment, the door to the private room, which had been closed at some point, was pushed open forcefully, and a clear child's voice rang out quickly: "The heavens are clear and the earth is pure, evil spirits have revealed themselves; the net of heaven and earth is in full swing, the decree is obeyed; I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi, to expel evil spirits and slay demons, turning them into dust! Annihilate!"
The golden talisman shot out swiftly, transforming into a sharp arrow in mid-air that pierced Zheng Zi'ang's head.
Zheng Ziang's eyes widened, his body rapidly collapsing. He screamed in panic, "No...no! My body! My body!! I barely survived, I haven't lived enough, I haven't achieved immortality, no—!!"
In just a few seconds, Zheng Ziang's body completely turned into a puddle of foul-smelling mud.
Something seemed to be struggling to push its way out of the soil. Nan Yuanman swiftly approached and thrust the copper coin sword down.
"Ah—!" A sharp scream rang out, accompanied by a puff of black smoke. The thing that was pushing outwards completely disappeared, leaving only a pool of foul-smelling mud on the ground.
The shock of seeing such a grown man turn into dust right before his eyes was immense; Feng Yanxiu almost lost his composure as an elder brother and knelt down.
He gripped the sofa armrest, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Yuanman, what... what happened to him?"
"It's just like what you see. He wasn't truly resurrected from the start. His body was made by mixing grave soil with red lead, and his soul was placed in a living vessel to create the illusion that he was still 'alive'."
Nan Yuanman picked up a small handful of soil, smelled it, and then smeared it aside with obvious disgust, clapping his hands: "If he wants to continue living like a normal person, he must absorb the life force of living people."
"Hmm... just like the previous wedding dress ghost absorbed the yang energy of Brother Xiao Qidong's friend."
"The person who brought him back to life is simply the worst villain in the world!"
If Zheng Ziang had followed the proper procedures, he would have spent at most several decades or a hundred years in hell after he went to the underworld, and after he had cleared his sins, he could have been reincarnated.
Unfortunately, he took the wrong path and the shortcut, and completely lost the right to be reborn.
Feng Yanxiu pursed his lips, looked at Nan Yuanman, and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.
Unlike Feng Congqian and the others who had witnessed Nan Yuanman's strength, this was the first time he realized that Nan Yuanman was different from other children, and at the same time... he also realized how dangerous the world she lived in was.
As the elder brother, Feng Yanxiu's first thought was to keep Nan Yuanman away from this circle.
But now...
She's already been dragged into this. If she stays away from this circle, will she be able to grow up safely?
Feng Yanxiu didn't know.
Feng Yanxiu was confused, and also... somewhat powerless.
As the older brother, who is more than ten years older than Yuanman, he still needs her to protect him...
It's quite embarrassing to say this out loud.
Nan Yuanman was unaware of Feng Yanxiu's inner turmoil. She promptly called Zhong Xueliu, who was in the 908 Special Intelligence Department and had been persistently trying to get her contact information, asking her to come and clean up the mess.
Zhong Xueliu, who had just led her men to Li Laogui's lair, was left with a blank stare: "???"
She said incredulously, "You mean, in the ten minutes you were gone, you killed another evil creature, right?"
Nan Yuanman: "Yes."
Looking at the mess in the private room, she said with some distress, "The bedding here is a little messy, and an ordinary person has been involved. I need you to come and help clean up this mess, Sister Xue Liu."
Zhong Xueliu said she would be right over, and then hung up the phone in a daze.
Nan Yichen, wearing a mask, came over to clean up Li Laogui's body and saw Zhong Xueliu looking like she'd seen a ghost: "What happened? Was your ancestral grave dug up?"
“Your ancestral grave has been dug up.” Zhong Xueliu came to her senses, rolled her eyes at him, and dragged him out: “Come on! Come with me to the Xiangbei Club. Nan Yuanman killed another evil creature there.”
Nan Yichen: "???"
He exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Holy crap! Taking down one evil cultivator and one evil creature in one day, is this little monster trying to ascend to heaven?!"
"I don't know if she'll go to heaven or not, but I do know that if we let her keep going, neither of us can continue."
There are so many people in the 908 Special Intelligence Department, yet none of them are as capable as a five-year-old child. If their superiors found out, they would give them a severe dressing down.
On the other end, Nan Yuanman hung up the phone with satisfaction.
Knowing someone who's a 908 orange is useful; look, even when someone causes trouble, someone's there to clean up their mess.
The little grass, having accomplished its mission, flew back to Nan Yuanman's side, its rough head gently nuzzling her cheek before settling on her shoulder.
Nan Yuanman patted her head and subconsciously drew a wisp of merit from his spiritual center and transferred it to her.
A golden light flashed across the grass, and the previously swaying straw became even more solid.
Feng Yanxiu didn't dare to completely shirk his responsibilities. He leaned against the sofa armrest for a while before walking around the pile of dirt on the ground, picking up the unconscious woman in the corner, and carrying Nan Yuanman out of the private room.
Nan Yuanman leaned against his calf, rubbed her little belly, smacked her lips, and looked up at Feng Yanxiu: "Fifth Brother, it's hungry."
Feng Yanxiu looked down and saw that Nan Yuanman was pointing at his belly.
Feng Yanxiu looked down at the men and women downstairs, still oblivious to the throbbing and dancing provocatively, and at the cabinets full of liquor. After a moment of silence, he spoke with difficulty: "Wait here."
So when Zhong Xueliu arrived, she saw Nan Yuanman sitting on Feng Yanxiu's shoes, eating a hamburger with relish, and several fruit platters next to her.
Zhong Xueliu's lips twitched.
Nan Yichen chuckled, "Little rascal, you know how to enjoy yourself, huh?"
“My grandfather said that people can die at any time, and as long as you live in this world, you should learn to enjoy life.” Nan Yuanman said indistinctly, raising his greasy finger to point to the door of the private room behind him: “The person is inside, you can go in and clean up yourselves.”
"Okay, you can go back now. This place isn't suitable for a little kid like you." As she walked upstairs, she could see countless couples making out below.
This shocking scene should probably not be shown to minors.
Feng Yanxiu nodded slightly to her and pointed to the woman who was leaning against the wall and unconscious by the door of the private room: "I'll leave her to you. Zheng Ziang took a liking to her from the beginning."
Nan Yichen gave an OK sign.
As Feng Yanxiu carried Nan Yuanman past him, he cheekily reached out and pinched her cheek, only to be slapped hard on the back of his hand, which visibly swelled up.
Nan Yichen: "..." That's really strong.
As soon as Feng Yanxiu led Nan Yuanman out of the club, he spotted his empty parking space.
Feng Yanxiu: "..."
He silently lowered his head and looked at Nan Yuanman.
South Pole tactical hamburger.
Feng Yanxiu sighed helplessly and vigorously rubbed her little head: "I'm going to make a phone call, don't wander off."
Nan Yuanman: "Mmm!"
Just as Feng Yanxiu turned around to call the family driver, a child's voice rang in Nan Yuanman's ears: "Yuanman, little sister!"
Suddenly, a hand landed on Nan Yuanman's shoulder. She paused, slowly turned around, and met the gaze of Zhou Wenxuan, who had appeared behind her at some point. He had a big smile on his face: "What a coincidence."
"We meet again."
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