The three years that Feng Congqian was in a coma were the three years with the worst relationship between him and Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu.
They both wished he were dead, so why would they care when he woke up or why he woke up?
As for Xie Qingya, their relationship with her wasn't very close. The only time they had a relatively close encounter was when Xie Qingya personally handed Feng Jingcheng the audio recording with Feng Congqian's voice after her parents' death.
After that, she moved into a sanatorium to recuperate and stopped having any contact with them.
The three people, caught up in the grief of their parents' death, naturally did not notice Xie Qingya's unusual behavior.
So now, looking at the people in the hall, some with knowing expressions and others deep in thought, I always feel excluded.
“That’s right,” Feng Langqing chimed in. “If you can be so ruthless as to take away the soul of your second son and leave him in a coma for three years, it’s not surprising that you would take away the ghost of your eldest son as well.”
Nan Yuanman tilted his head: "I've never interacted with her, but I have fought against the evil sects she hired."
Yue Yaxin looked puzzled: "That old lady doted on Junhao. Junhao is dead, why would she take Junhao's ghost away?"
Although Xie Qingya had tormented her a lot during her lifetime, she genuinely doted on her eldest son, Feng Junhao.
They practically give you the stars if you want them, and the moon if you want it.
She even suspected that if it weren't for Old Master Feng taking care of Feng Junhao back then, Feng Junhao would have become a spoiled brat under her pampering.
The Feng brothers looked at each other in bewilderment.
They don't know either!
Feng Congqian remained silent, his eyes slightly closed, as he tried to recall what had happened when he was still a living soul.
Trying to find some clues from it.
But perhaps because he had returned to his physical body, his memories of his life as a living soul had become very blurry. The only thing he vaguely remembered was the words Xie Qingya kept saying in his ear.
I can't remember what was said anymore, only a few fragmented words, something like: "...give your body...to your older brother...you owe him..."
Feng Congqian suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze darkening slightly as he spoke: "I know what she wanted to do by taking my elder brother's soul away."
"She wanted to bring her older brother back to life."
Including those three years when she stole his soul and kept him by her side, it was all to free up his body so that Feng Junhao could possess his body and 'come back to life'!
Yue Yaxin exclaimed in shock, "She's gone mad?!"
Putting aside the question of whether the dead can be brought back to life, just look at Feng Junhao's body, which has already been cremated to ashes. How can he possibly come back to life?
Suddenly, Yue Yaxin realized something, turned her head sharply to look at Feng Congqian, staggered, and murmured in disbelief, "She's gone mad, she really is mad."
Feng Congqian is also her son!
How could she... how could she...
Nan Yuanman also thought of this, and her delicate and cute chubby face instantly wrinkled up: "She's so mean!"
She pursed her lips, ran towards Feng Congqian, hugged him tightly, and patted his waist with her little hands to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, Daddy, Yuanman will protect you."
The thought of her father's body being used by his biological mother as a vessel for the resurrection of another son made her heart ache terribly.
Not to mention the father who was involved.
If she knew that her body was also being used by her mother as a vessel for another older sister, she would be very sad.
Feng Congqian's cold and hard expression softened instantly, a touch of tenderness rising in his heart. He gently pulled Nan Yuanman into his arms and said, "Mmm."
"I have perfect protection, I am not afraid."
Feng Yuli looked at Nan Yuanman and asked softly, "Yuanman, can you pinpoint your uncle's exact location?"
“We can’t lock onto him.” Nan Yuanman shook his head: “His soul seems to be covered by something. If it weren’t for my aunt’s wisp of soul energy, we wouldn’t be able to figure it out today.”
"I can only calculate a general direction. Brothers can follow that direction to find it. Remember, it's in the east, near the water."
"Leave this to me, I'll find it." Feng Xingchi stretched lazily and stood up from the sofa. "Finding ghosts is hard, but finding people is easy."
"I will have my men follow that direction and find Xie Qingya who is hiding."
Yue Yaxin floated in front of him: "I'll go with you."
“I can sense Junhao’s presence.”
Feng Zining's lips twitched slightly, but in the end, he didn't say anything to persuade her.
Feng Xingchi looked at Nan Yuanman. Nan Yuanman tilted her head and thought for a moment. She then took out a piece of yellow paper from her small satchel, took out a pair of scissors and cut out a small paper figure in a few strokes. She handed it to him and said, "Aunt, you can possess this little paper figure during the day and let your second brother take care of you."
"Come back if there is any danger, don't try to fight it."
"You must remember, only if you live can you bring back useful information so that I can save your uncle in time."
Yue Yaxin nodded solemnly: "Okay, I understand."
She transformed into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the little paper doll. Feng Xingchi took the little paper doll, pinched Nan Yuan's chubby cheeks, and then went to do his work.
Nan Yuanman rubbed her cheeks with her chubby little hands like a seal, and looked at Feng Yuli: "Big brother, why don't you sleep with me tonight? I'm afraid the Golden Light Divine Incantation Talisman won't be effective."
Feng Yuli raised an eyebrow and nodded with pleasure: "Okay."
Seeing his smug look, Feng Langqing couldn't help but say, "Yuanman, I want to sleep with you too. What if she tries to make a move on me?"
Nan Yuanman bit her fingertip, looking conflicted: "That's right."
"Then... let's sleep together."
“Me too.” Feng Jingcheng joined in the fun.
Feng Zining and Feng Yanxiu weren't thick-skinned enough. They moved their lips but didn't say anything, and could only watch helplessly as Nan Yuanman was carried away by them.
Feng Congqian: "..." Sure enough, his son is always an eyesore!
He shouldn't have been so soft-hearted and agreed to let Meng Qingwan keep the person!
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That night, Nan Yuanman's room was unusually lively, especially with Feng Langqing and Feng Jingcheng. The two of them were like a husky released from its seal, grabbing her and pinching her from time to time, and chattering about how she was doing at kindergarten.
Nan Yuanman kept a close watch on Feng Yuli all night, afraid that if she made a mistake, his three streams of yang fire would be extinguished.
Feng Yuli remained calm, kicking both huskies off the bed one by one, and then gently patted Nan Yuanman's back to lull her to sleep.
Nan Yuanman initially persisted, but later she drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
When Feng Jingcheng's alarm clock rang the next day, she was jolted awake from her sleep and turned to look at Feng Yuli.
Feng Yuli, who was also woken up, frowned, pinched his brow, got up, and turned off the incessantly ringing alarm clock.
Nan Yuanman breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the three wisps of Yang fire were still burning well. He turned his head and saw Feng Langqing lying on the ground, fast asleep.
She realized she had let her guard down too soon.
The three beams of yang fire on Feng Langqing's body were dimming at an extremely rapid pace! If she had woken up a second later, these three beams of yang fire would have been extinguished!
"Third brother!"
Nan Yuanman, like a small cannonball, pulled out Little Red and rushed into Feng Langqing's arms, pressing the small coffin down on his head.
Feng Langqing groaned, but did not wake up.
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