The grotesque ghost face had features very similar to the vengeful ghost from before, and it roared as it tried to rush out.
Nan Yuanman subconsciously took out a Heavenly Thunder Talisman from his bag and threw it onto his stomach.
The Heavenly Thunder Talisman crackled and exploded, instantly blasting back the ghostly face that tried to rush out. At the same time, Old Master Nan's entire body convulsed and trembled violently.
After the Heavenly Thunder Talisman ended, his sparse hair stood on end, and he exhaled a puff of white smoke towards Nan Yuanman with a bewildered look in his eyes.
Nan Yuanman was horrified. Oh my god! She had forgotten that her grandfather was now a zombie!
"Grandpa, are you alright? I'm sorry, Yuanman forgot. Is anything hurting?" Nan Yuanman paced anxiously around Grandpa Nan, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her little face scrunched up, her heart filled with regret. How could she be so careless!
Grandpa Nan slowly raised his stiff hand, gently stroking Nan Yuanman's head with his fingernails, soothingly saying, "Okay~"
After comforting her, Old Master Nan frowned, picked her up and shook her like a rag doll. Only when he saw that she had all four limbs intact and, apart from being a little pale, was there no missing arms or legs, did he breathe a humane sigh of relief.
Nan Yuanman also checked Old Master Nan's body from head to toe, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was only slightly charred from being struck by lightning and that his limbs were still normal.
After a moment, the grandfather and grandson calmed down. The old man turned his light purple eyes and slowly looked at Zhuangzhuang and his sister, who were being protected by the grass in the corner.
Zhuangzhuang seemed to be stared at by a large, ferocious beast. He couldn't help but tremble, lying on the ground, not daring to utter a single word.
"They can't eat." Nan Yuanman raised her fair little hand and slapped Old Master Nan's cheek, forcibly turning his face around.
A hint of regret flashed in Old Master Nan's eyes.
"Grandpa, when did you wake up?" When Nan Yuanman put him into the small coffin, the old man had already fallen into a deep sleep.
She originally thought that her grandfather would sleep for ten days or half a month, just like before, before waking up.
Grandpa Nan blinked and said, "Yeah."
Nan Yuanman: "..." I don't understand.
It seems she'll have to learn a zombie language first.
never mind.
It's already a blessing that Grandpa woke up.
Nan Yuanman patted Old Master Nan's hand, signaling him to put her down.
Nan Yuanman walked towards the corner. Zhuangzhuang, who was being suppressed by the grass, suddenly trembled violently. He struggled to protect the dying little girl's soul with his own soul and said in a hoarse voice, "It's my fault, it's all my fault."
“I am the one who killed her, I am the one who harmed her. My sister knows nothing. I am willing to take all the blame. Please, let my sister go.”
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Zhuangzhuang and Xiaochun were born in a small mountain village in Siam.
The residents of that small mountain village made a living by growing prohibited plants, and due to the national situation, almost every household was a drug addict.
Zhuangzhuang and Xiaochun's father was a drug addict, and their mother was a prostitute. They had Zhuangzhuang and Xiaochun for two reasons: one to provide them with labor and the other to provide for their old age.
However, they were targeted by a black sorcerer who came looking for materials for Kuman Thong when they were just born.
The black wizard gave their father a large sum of money to raise the child until he was two years old, but during that time, he would make them experience all the hardships of the world.
Thus, Zhuangzhuang and Xiaochun, still infants and innocent, suffered unprecedented malice from their blood relatives.
Not having enough to eat or wear was the norm for him. In his daily life, he suffered mostly from malicious beatings and abuse from his blood relatives, as well as rejection and bullying from other children in the village. Every day he lived felt like he was living a life worse than death.
Therefore, Zhuangzhuang knew from a young age that his only companion was his biological younger sister, Xiaochun.
His biggest wish, in his little head, was that there would be more dog food left over so that he and his sister Xiaochun could have a full meal.
But that's too difficult.
The leftovers from the dog's meal were never given to the brother and sister.
Zhuangzhuang was so hungry that on his second birthday, he had no choice but to steal dog food from the neighbor's house.
Just as he was about to share the food with Xiaochun, the neighbors came knocking.
The father flew into a rage, grabbed a thick wooden stick and beat them mercilessly. To apologize to the neighbors, he tied up the brother and sister and threw them into a fire pit to burn them alive.
During the two years that the siblings were alive, they never had a full meal.
Even if I die, I'll be a starving ghost.
Zhuangzhuang couldn't understand why, even though he was his parents' child, they treated him worse than dogs at home.
Burned to death by his father, Zhuangzhuang harbored immense resentment and became a ghost infant, but he did not know how to use his power.
Just as he was about to recklessly seek revenge on his father, a monk with strange runes engraved on his body appeared.
His expression was kind, and his face was full of pity: "Poor child, your father is really too cruel to burn his own child to death."
"Child, would you like to come with me?"
Zhuangzhuang stared at him in a daze, his charred skin swaying as he asked in a hoarse voice, "Can you feed my sister and me? Can you let me... take revenge?"
"Of course." The monk smiled compassionately as he collected his and his sister's remains into a small earthenware jar.
later……
He was turned into a Kumanthong by the monks and killed his irresponsible parents with his own hands.
He was then sold to many people by the monks, where he committed many evil deeds and killed many people.
If asked about his obsession, Zhuangzhuang has no obsession. He just wants his sister to see more of the world, eat more delicious food, and wear more beautiful clothes.
Zhuangzhuang lay on the ground, trying to hide the little girl's weak soul under his body. He looked at Nan Yuanman pleadingly: "I will bear all the karma. I am willing to be reduced to ashes and never be reborn. I only beg you to let my sister go."
She shouldn't have, she shouldn't have ended her life so hastily.
She should have grown up healthy and happy, just like any other ordinary little girl.
It was his momentary greed that dragged her down.
If only... she could have been reincarnated back then.
As Nan Yuanman listened, her nose suddenly felt a little sore. She tightly grasped Old Master Nan's rough, veiny hand and said with pursed lips, "Even if you bear all the karmic burdens, the evil deeds she committed cannot be offset by them."
"The bad things you have done are all recorded in the underworld, and you will be held accountable after you go down there."
She took a deep breath, rummaged through her small cloth bag and pulled out a purification talisman, holding it in her hand. Her voice was soft and sweet: "I...I will try my best to alleviate your pain."
Zhuangzhuang remained silent for a moment, protecting the little girl without saying a word.
Nan Yuanman's little face was serious as she slowly recited the Rebirth Mantra: "By the decree of the Supreme One, may your lonely soul transcend, may all ghosts and demons, and may all living beings receive grace..."
A pale golden light slowly emanated from her body and gently landed on Zhuangzhuang and Xiaochun's dark souls.
In a daze, Zhuangzhuang felt himself enveloped in a warm pool of water. His soul, burned in life, slowly healed, the scabbed black scars falling off in a flurry. The yin energy and resentment on his body gradually dissipated, slowly revealing their original appearance—
Zhuangzhuang is very cute. Although his two-year-old body doesn't look chubby, his face is round, just like a baby in an anime.
Xiaochun, whom he was protecting in his arms, looked very similar to him, but her features were more delicate.
The moment the burns on his body healed, he fell to the ground onto the small corpse wrapped in talismans, and the talismans spontaneously combusted without fire.
The corpse, which had been bound for years, suddenly loosened and turned into sand, piling up on the ground.
At the same time, deep in the mountains.
The middle-aged monk, who was smugly awaiting good news from the vengeful ghost he had raised, screamed and vomited a large pool of blood, clutching his chest and rolling on the ground in agony.
"Ahhhh—"
Just who is so powerful? Even the vengeful ghost he raised with the help of a thousand people was killed!
Are they from the Sanqing Temple?
No, no! He has to find a way to counteract the backlash from the broken spell, or he'll die!
The middle-aged monk writhed, his eyes bloodshot, as he desperately reached for the robe on the ground.
Before he could even grasp the robe, the pain in his chest suddenly intensified, as if he were being placed in a raging fire. The intense burning sensation caused him to wail uncontrollably.
"No! No—!" The middle-aged monk's eyes were filled with terror, veins bulging on his forehead, making him look ferocious and terrifying. He didn't want to die! He didn't want to die!
However, the pain from the three backlashes was too intense. The middle-aged monk's pupils contracted violently, and after vomiting three more streams of blood, he kicked his legs and died.
After his death, strange scars appeared on his body, as if he had been burned to death in a fire...
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Sensing that the spell that had bound them for years had been broken, Zhuangzhuang felt a lightness in his soul and was somewhat dazed.
Looking at Zhuangzhuang and Xiaochun's appearance, Nan Yuanman felt sad, her nose tingled, and her eyes couldn't help but redden.
If they were born into an ordinary family, they would surely have grown up safely and healthily, right?
She sincerely wished that after they had atoneed for their sins in the underworld, they could be reborn into an ordinary family and grow up peacefully.
As the incantation of the Rebirth Mantra was recited, Xiaochun's soul gradually became ethereal, and the ancient gates of hell opened behind her.
The moment he was on the verge of death, the usually quiet Old Master Nan seemed to sense a natural enemy. He paced back and forth in the room, and finally stuck his butt out and hid his head under the bed.
Xiaochun felt the call and opened her eyes in a daze.
She instinctively wanted to look at Zhuangzhuang, but suddenly someone pushed her hard from behind: "Go, walk forward, don't look back."
Xiaochun: "?"
"elder brother?"
Xiaochun panicked and was about to turn around to look for him when the underworld messenger suddenly appeared in front of her. The thick chain hooked around her delicate neck and carried her away into the gates of hell.
Nan Yuanman watched the gates of hell slowly disappear, then looked at Zhuangzhuang, who was still lying on the spot, and seemed to understand something.
Zhuangzhuang carried Xiaochun's karmic burdens and refused her offer of a ritual to help her pass on to the afterlife.
Zhuangzhuang smiled at her, revealing his cute little tiger teeth: "This is good enough. Being a human is too hard. I don't want to be a human again in my next life."
"Besides, doesn't the Meng family need us to be witnesses?"
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips slightly, not saying much, respecting Zhuangzhuang's choice.
Nan Yuanman took out a small wooden figure from his cloth bag, pasted a talisman on it, and let Zhuangzhuang temporarily take refuge inside.
After doing all that, she felt completely exhausted.
No matter how capable she is, she's still just a five-year-old cub with limited energy.
Nan Yuanman sat down on the ground, just about to rest for a while, when someone knocked loudly on the door.
Jiang Lixuan's anxious voice came from outside: "Yuanman? Yuanman? I just heard a loud noise from your room. What happened? Are you alright?"
Nan Yuanman blinked, belatedly looking at the bedroom that had been blasted black by the Heavenly Thunder Talisman: "..."
Is it too late for her to run away now?
Nan Yuanman was so anxious that he kept scratching his butt. Just then, he heard the sound of a key turning outside the door.
Nanmanyuan: "!!!"
She instinctively grabbed Zhuangzhuang, who was struggling to get used to the little wooden figure's body, and threw him toward Jiang Lixuan, who was about to open the door and come in: "Don't come in!"
Jiang Lixuan looked anxious: "Round..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a small black dot fly in front of him and hit him hard on the forehead with a thud.
His vision went black, his tall body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Nan Yuanman: "..." Oh no, I've messed up again.
She ran over and dragged Jiang Lixuan in with all her might. She looked at the messy room with mixed feelings, and then at the unconscious Jiang Lixuan.
A moment later, Yuanman thought of a good idea: as long as she could restore the room to its original state before Jiang Lixuan woke up, wouldn't that solve the problem? The broken items would have to be replaced.
She hurriedly picked up the dizzy little wooden figure from the ground and stuffed it into her small cloth bag. She then put the old man, who was struggling to pull his head out from under the bed, into the coffin, and didn't forget to take Xiaocao with him.
He then took out a piece of paper, wrote a few crooked words on it, opened the window, and jumped out.
Under the cover of darkness, the short figure quickly disappeared into the Jiang family villa...
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After Nan Yuanman ran out of the Taikoo Villa, her little stomach made a rumbling sound.
She clutched her stomach, belatedly realizing that she hadn't eaten dinner that day, and now, the aroma wafting from the street stalls made her instantly hungry.
Nan Yuanman blinked his eyes, like a little puppy, and followed the fragrance in the air to a restaurant.
She stood on tiptoe, peering at the packed restaurant inside, intending to squeeze in and find a seat to eat.
Just as she was about to join the queue, a group of people suddenly came out. The leader was a woman with black hair and red lips wearing a red sundress, followed by four men and women.
Two of the women were supporting a girl wearing a white t-shirt and jeans.
The girl smelled strongly of alcohol, as if she was drunk, and was helped home by her companions.
Nan Yuanman glanced at them curiously and then looked away. As she twisted her small body to squeeze into the crowd, a thought flashed through her mind, and she suddenly turned around to look at the few people who had walked away.
Wait a minute, isn't that the girl who was helped up just now the same sister who gave her candy today?
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