Nan Yuanman subconsciously pulled out his copper coin sword, stood in front of Feng Yuli, and stared intently at the statue.
The next second, the emotion emanating from the statue vanished instantly, as if what she had just sensed was an illusion.
Nan Yuanman held his breath and waited for a while. Seeing that the statue had returned to its lifeless state, he took one of them by the hand and walked out of the room.
Since she's already got her things, there's no need to keep them anymore.
Feng Yuli also had his men find a scenic spot, dig a pit, and bury the remains found in the village. After the Nan Yuanman Humanitarians burned incense and paper money, they boarded a private plane together and left the small fishing village.
As the hustle and bustle subsided, the dilapidated fishing village fell silent once more.
Minutes later, a pale hand suddenly emerged from the ruins of the shrine.
After groping around on the ground for a while, the hand used its strength to pull itself out of the ground.
Covered in mud and looking utterly disheveled, Taikubo Fuuya collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his face unusually gloomy.
Luckily, she had a talisman for escaping into the earth and had also learned the Xia Kingdom's turtle breathing technique, otherwise she would have really been doomed today.
“Damn Xia people…” It was rare for Taikubo Fuya to be so embarrassed. She gritted her teeth and cursed in Japanese.
These cunning and treacherous Xia people bullied her because they saw that she was a puppeteer and had no fighting ability of her own!
Just you wait! Once she successfully creates Amaterasu, she will definitely take her revenge!
After venting his anger, Taikubo Fuuya got up and slowly walked towards the village.
Although she didn't suffer any real damage in the battle with the child, controlling the puppet required a great deal of mental effort, and her head was now throbbing as if it were being pricked with needles.
If it weren't for the faith power she had painstakingly obtained from Amaterasu, she would have already gone back to the church to cry to the leader.
After much difficulty, Taikubo Fuuya finally found the small room, only to find a wooden sculpture of Amaterasu Omikami that had completely lost its vitality and power of faith, becoming as ordinary as a roadside stone.
Taikubo Fuuya: "!!!"
Taikubo Fumiya was furious: "Aaaaaah! You damned Xia people! I'm going to kill you all!!"
The power of her faith that she had painstakingly preserved had been taken away!
She is mortal enemies with the people of Xia!
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"Achoo achoo achoo!"
On the plane, Nan Yuanman sneezed three times in a row.
Feng Congqian, Feng Yuli, and Feng Xingchi were on high alert.
Those looking for blankets, look for blankets; those looking for hot water, look for hot water; those calling for a doctor, call a doctor.
Feng Congqian wrapped her in a blanket, pulled her into his arms, and touched her little hands and neck: "Did you catch a cold last night? Yuanman, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Nan Yuanman wiped his nose and waved his hand: "I'm fine. The first thing I did was fight, the second was to think, and the third was to curse. Someone was cursing me!"
"Let's take your temperature first and have the doctor check you." Without saying a word, Feng Xingchi stuffed the thermometer he had found under Nan Yuanman's armpit.
To put their minds at ease, Nan Yuanman did not refuse and obediently sat with the thermometer needle between her legs.
Feng Xingchi finally had a chance to ask, "Yuanman, how exactly did you find me? And how did you find me in such a short time?"
He initially thought he had been unconscious for ten days to two weeks. His family searched for him with great difficulty before finally finding him.
Unexpectedly, his subordinates told him that he had only been missing for less than 24 hours.
In other words, he had just crashed his plane when Nan Yuanman and his group arrived.
Feng Yuli said casually, "It's nothing, I just borrowed a ghost path."
"Borrowing the Ghost Path?!" Feng Xingchi's eyes widened in shock. This thing from the novel actually existed!
He looked at Nan Yuanman with eager anticipation, his eyes filled with the words: "I want to experience it."
Nan Yuanman shook his head: "No, you can't. The Yin energy in the Ghost Path is extremely harmful to the human body. Second Brother, your foundation has been severely damaged this time, and you need to rest and recuperate properly."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Otherwise, you'll end up like Sixth Brother, seeing ghosts all the time."
Upon hearing this, Feng Xingchi immediately became obedient: "Okay, don't worry, I will take good care of myself."
"By the way, Father, Xie Qingya..." Feng Yuli looked at Feng Congqian: "How should we resolve this?"
Everyone in the cabin looked at Feng Congqian.
Feng Congqian remained calm, glanced down at Nan Yuanman, and slowly raised his hand to cover her ears.
Nanmanyuan: "?"
What is there that a child like her cannot hear?
Nan Yuanman looked at Feng Congqian with an accusatory expression. Feng Congqian smiled, did not let go, and said casually, "Cripple her limbs and send her to the cemetery."
Wasn't she so deeply in love with the old man that she couldn't bear to blame him for bringing his mistress home during her pregnancy, and instead blamed him for everything?
In that case, let her spend the last days of her life watching over the old man in the cemetery.
"In addition, we must give her a full dose of sedatives every day and raise the security level of the cemetery to the highest level. We must not give her another chance to escape."
Feng Xingchi clicked his tongue and couldn't help but give Feng Congqian a thumbs up: "Old ginger is spicier, and you are ruthless."
Everyone in the Feng family knows that Old Master Feng's death was closely related to Xie Qingya. When the old man was alive, she desperately tried to escape, and after his death, she couldn't wait to go to the sanatorium. In the end, after running away for half her life, she returned to the old man's side.
How can this not be considered a true love that never abandons its partner?
After Feng Congqian finished speaking, he released his hands from covering Nan Yuanman's ears. Nan Yuanman looked resentful and said, "Bad dad, you whispered to each other without me."
"I'll bring you next time," Feng Congqian said with a gentle chuckle, ruffling her hair.
Nan Yuanman nodded his little head, handed him the thermometer, and lazily yawned: "Dad, I'm going to sleep for a while."
Feng Congqian glanced at the temperature on the thermometer, which was within the normal range, before handing her to Feng Yuli. He adjusted the position he was holding her in to make her more comfortable: "Sleep."
As soon as Nan Yuanman closed her eyes, her consciousness found herself in a space filled with white mist.
Nan Yuanman: "..."
Is this ever going to end?!
Can't a person get a rest?!
Children who don't get enough rest won't grow tall!
The resentment in the South Pole is almost heavier than that of a ghost.
Yue Yaxin went through a lot of trouble to find him, only to find Nan Yuanman with a sullen face and a very unhappy expression.
She gave an embarrassed smile: "Yuanman, um... I'm sorry to disturb your rest, I forgot to tell you an important message."
"Aunt," Nan Yuanman's expression softened somewhat, but she was still a little annoyed, "What's wrong?"
“Yesterday I learned from your uncle about Xie Qingya’s deal with the Catholic Church, she…”
Without wasting any words, Yue Yaxin carefully explained to Nan Yuanman the information she had learned from Feng Junhao.
Finally, she said with a serious expression, "You can have your father interrogate Xie Qingya. She might know which people in Beijing are members of the Catholic Church."
"It's best to remove those malignant tumors as soon as possible, and also..."
“I suspect that there are also members of the Catholic Church inside 908.”
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