Nan Yuanman's actions were so sudden that by the time the others reacted, she was already clinging to Feng Yuli like a koala.
Feng Yuli, somewhat bewildered, hugged the little bundle of joy that had climbed into his arms, with a small coffin on its head: "Yuanman, what's wrong? What happened?"
Feng Congqian walked over, his gaze falling on the small coffin on the boy's head. A guess arose in his heart, and his chest sank slightly. He asked her, "Yuanman, is your older brother being haunted by something?"
Feng Jingcheng looked around nervously, as if on cue: "Is another female ghost going to pop out from some nook and cranny?!"
Feng Yanxiu also subconsciously tensed up, looking around warily.
Nan Yuanman shook her head, then nodded, her little brows furrowed, looking somewhat troubled: "Big brother isn't being haunted by anything, but there is definitely something wrong with him."
However, with people coming and going, it wasn't a good place to talk. Nan Yuanman patted Feng Yuli on the back: "Big brother, let's go home first."
Feng Yuli nodded calmly: "Okay."
Meanwhile, inside a shrine in a remote village in Country R.
The three incense sticks stuck in the incense burner broke off cleanly at the root, and a mournful howl came from the scarecrow wrapped in white runes.
"Ah Hao!" Xie Qingya exclaimed in shock, rushing towards the little scarecrow and trying to lift it from in front of the incense burner with trembling hands.
But a pair of hands moved even faster than hers. Those fingers held a white rune, which wrapped around the scarecrow once more, stabilizing Feng Junhao's soul, which was beginning to detach.
Xie Qingya breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had survived a disaster, and turned around to glare angrily at the young woman in front of her, whose face was pale and unnatural, dressed in a red and white shrine maiden outfit: "Okubo Fuya! Didn't you promise me that the technique of stealing luck would be foolproof?! Why did it fail!"
Taikubo Fuuya stared intently at the scarecrow for a while, then looked at Xie Qingya with her dark eyes devoid of emotion: "You didn't tell me that the person who was cursed had a powerful protector by their side."
Xie Qingya suddenly remembered the expert who killed Shi Hei and saved Feng Congqian, and was speechless for a moment. She couldn't help but sneer and mock: "Didn't you call yourself the strongest witch in R country? You can't even beat a little Taoist priest from Xia country?"
Taikubo Fuuya gave her a strange look: "I'm a human, not a god. There will always be people in this world that I can't beat."
Xie Qingya was speechless again.
"Mom..." Feng Junhao slowly recovered and weakly called out to Xie Qingya. He controlled the stiff body of the scarecrow and gently touched her hand: "The dead cannot be brought back to life. Please stop clinging to this... Give up?"
“Xiao Qian... is also your son.”
"He's not my son!" Xie Qingya reacted strongly, gripping Feng Junhao's hand tightly and saying nervously, "Ah Hao, you're all I have now. If you can't come back to life, there's no point in me living."
"Do you want to just watch your mother die?"
Feng Junhao closed his eyes in pain: "Please don't do this."
"Son, don't worry, Mom will definitely bring you back to life." Xie Qingya gave him a stiff smile.
Feng Junhao wanted to say something, but the damage he had suffered was too severe, and everything went black before his eyes, and he fell into a deep sleep again.
Xie Qingya gently stroked Feng Junhao's head, just like she used to when he was a child, while murmuring something to herself.
Taikubo Fuya sat cross-legged behind the mahogany table, resting her chin on one hand, watching Xie Qingya with great interest.
This is a strange woman. Despite having two children, she treats them in extreme ways.
But it is precisely because of this kind of person that her soul is so delicious.
Xie Qingya gripped the scarecrow tightly and turned to look at Taikubo Fengya: "This time the luck-stealing spell failed. When will you be able to use the luck-stealing spell again?"
The "Fate Stealing Technique" is a forbidden technique modified by an evil Onmyoji from the R country. Once cast, it can steal the luck, vitality, and merit of the person under its spell.
The person under the spell can be a living person, a dead person, or a ghost.
The conditions for activating the Treasure Stealing Technique are extremely demanding; the recipient's birth date and time, hair, nails, and blood are all indispensable.
However, this technique is too insidious and is completely forbidden within the Xia Kingdom.
Xie Qingya had once seen a story in the Feng family's collection about a bloody incident caused by the theft of fortune-telling techniques. However, she treated it as just a story and never expected that someone in the so-called Lord of Heaven sect, which she had joined by chance, would know how to steal fortune-telling techniques.
In her hands are the birth dates, hair, nails, and blood of every member of the Feng family.
These were all prepared by Ishiguro according to his requirements when she first contacted him.
She originally planned to use these things to cast spells on the rest of the Feng family after Ah Hao was resurrected using Feng Congqian's body, turning them into complete puppets of her and Ah Hao, making them work for her.
Unexpectedly, the very attempt to bring Ah Hao back to life using Feng Congqian's body failed, and Ishiguro also lost his life.
When Xie Qingya left Siam, she was filled with despair and anger, feeling that heaven was unjust. Why should a scoundrel like Feng Congqian have a powerful figure helping him, while she, a pitiful mother, had no one to help her? Even that unfilial son Feng Congqian sent people to investigate her!
Fortunately, she was lucky. After smuggling herself into R country, she encountered members of the Catholic Church and voluntarily joined them. As required, she told them the weaknesses of all the powerful families in the capital.
This led to his obtaining help from Fuuya Okubo.
This time, she will definitely succeed!
With the help of the Feng family's good fortune, merits, and life force, Ah Hao will surely find a more suitable body and be resurrected!
Taikubo Fumiya vaguely felt that using the Stealing Fortune Technique again would expose her whereabouts. She frowned and asked in confusion, "Is it really necessary to use the Stealing Fortune Technique? The Heavenly Pill can bring your son back to life, so why not use the Heavenly Pill?"
Xie Qingya's face was gloomy, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Using the Heavenly Pill is too cheap for the Feng family. I want them to pay for my son's life, to give their lives in exchange for my son's resurrection!"
She looked at Okubo Fuuya, a scrutinizing glint in her aged, cloudy eyes: "You don't want to help me with the spell?"
Xie Qingya sneered: "If you don't want to, then I will go and ask the sect leader to send me someone else."
A sinister smile appeared on Taikubo Fuuya's pale face. His fingers twitched slightly, and a clicking sound came from the dark corner. The puppet, stiff in movement, holding a katana, with a white paper covering its face and an eboshi hat on its head, slowly walked out.
"Old woman, are you threatening me?"
Xie Qingya flipped her hand, holding a white talisman, and took a few steps back warily: "If that's what you think, there's nothing I can do."
Taikubo Fuuya: "..." If it weren't for the fact that this old woman was useful to her master, she would have killed her long ago and turned her into a puppet!
She closed her eyes briefly, hesitated, and said, "Tomorrow."
"I will use the Stealing Fortune spell again tomorrow. If it fails, you can have the cult leader replace me!"
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At this time, in the Xia Kingdom, at the Feng family villa.
Feng Yuli sat obediently on the sofa like a big bear, looking indulgently at the little dumpling who was touching him all over, as if looking for something.
"No...not here either...not here..."
Nan Yuanman, slumped in Feng Yuli's arms like a pancake, looked bewildered on her round face: "Why is there nothing here?"
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