Not only did he not wake up, but his breathing became increasingly weak.
Feng Jingcheng, who had also stubbornly stayed behind, was startled awake by Nan Yuanman's voice. He sat up abruptly and asked sleepily, "Yuanman, what's wrong? What happened?"
Feng Yuli also looked under the bed: "Perfect?"
"Third brother's condition is not good." Nan Yuanman lay on Feng Langqing's body, her heart sinking slightly, and a little anger welled up.
The person behind this is absolutely wicked! If they can't draw life force and fortune from their eldest brother, they'll draw it from their third brother, huh?
That's outrageous! That's absolutely outrageous!
Nan Yuanman gritted her teeth and pressed the small coffin firmly against Feng Langqing's forehead, saying to Feng Yuli, "Big brother, give me my little satchel!"
Feng Yuli quickly handed her the small handbag, and Nan Yuanman swiftly rummaged through it, pulling out medicine talismans, soul-stabilizing talismans, and golden light divine incantation talismans, which she then slapped onto several of Feng Langqing's major acupoints.
He then quickly cut out a small paper figure, his round face darkening. He swiftly chanted a spell, conjured a ball of fire in his hand, and burned the paper figure: "Go! Come back and tell me after you find the location of the mastermind!"
A wisp of white mist, invisible to the naked eye, slowly dissipated along the direction in which Feng Langqing's fortune was draining away.
While Nan Yuanman was busy rescuing Feng Langqing, Feng Langqing arrived at an absolutely pure white space.
Feng Langqing, dressed in his pajamas, looked around blankly, unable to understand how he had ended up in this strange and unfamiliar place after just one nap.
"Was it a dream?" Feng Langqing pinched himself hard. It didn't hurt, so it must have been a dream.
He wandered aimlessly through the pure white space, following his heart, casually wondering why he had this dream and what its hidden meaning was, when he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a person standing in front of him.
Feng Langqing blinked, let out a soft "hmm," and walked towards the person. As he got closer, he discovered that the person's body was covered with layers of white runes, binding him like a cocoon.
Look at that person's face again...
Feng Langqing looked on in astonishment: "Feng Junhao?!"
In his dazed state, Feng Junhao seemed to hear his own name. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was it another hallucination?
He thought he heard someone calling his name.
"Feng Junhao! Feng Junhao! No, Uncle! Uncle! Wake up!" Feng Langqing mustered his courage and pushed hard against Feng Junhao's figure, which was wrapped in white talismans, shouting loudly at him.
Feng Junhao suddenly felt the world shaking. His eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Feng Langqing standing in front of him, he was instantly shocked: "Langqing?! What are you doing here? You were captured by her too?!"
Feng Langqing was stunned: "Arrested? Who arrested you? Isn't this my dream?"
No, why is Feng Junhao in his dream? Could it be because he thought of him when he fell asleep last night?
This is not a dream! This is a ritual artifact that Xie Qingya specially obtained from the Catholic Church to prevent him from escaping and to prevent his soul from dissipating!
Although he didn't know how Feng Langqing got here, Feng Junhao knew that this was an opportunity!
An opportunity that would allow him to take the message out and free himself!
Feng Junhao hurriedly said, "Lang Qing, listen to me, my mother... Xie Qingya brought my ashes and soul to a small fishing village called Kujima-ya in Japan! When you get back, immediately tell Aqian this news and have him bring people to arrest Xie Qingya! Don't let her continue down this wrong path!"
He knew that Xie Qingya had done something unforgivable to Feng Congqian, but as his son, he could not continue to watch Xie Qingya go astray and continue to hurt innocent people!
Feng Langqing was stunned when he suddenly received such a big message. He opened his mouth and said, "I..."
Before he could finish speaking, his body quickly faded away in front of Feng Junhao. At the same time, Feng Junhao, who had just regained consciousness, suddenly felt a weariness coming from the depths of his soul. He tried hard to stay awake, but in the end, he closed his eyes in despair and continued to fall into a chaotic sleep.
"Failed again."
As Taikubo Fuuya watched the scarecrow slowly turn to ashes on the altar, his dark eyebrows twitched slightly, and a hint of interest appeared on his face: "That master who protected the Feng family is quite skilled. If we can capture him, we can definitely create a very powerful puppet."
Xie Qingya nervously bit her bleeding fingertip: "It failed, why did it fail again? How could it fail?"
Is the heavens really that biased towards the Feng family?!
Taikubo Fuuya seemed oblivious to Xie Qingya's neurotic behavior and calmly asked, "Shall we continue?"
"Let me be frank from the start: if the theft of luck fails twice, the third attempt may not succeed either."
"Continue!" Xie Qingya seemed to have gone mad, gritting her teeth as she spoke, "This one won't do, move on to the next one!"
They're nothing but a few worthless bastards! It's their honor to contribute to Ah Hao's resurrection!
As for Ah Hao's three biological children... it doesn't matter. As long as Ah Hao is alive, he can have as many children as he wants!
They would be so happy if they knew they had given their lives to bring their father back to life!
“Alright, I respect your wishes.” Taikubo Fuya said good-naturedly, “However, your son’s soul can no longer withstand the fourth torment. If you don’t let him go to heaven, he will completely disappear from this world.”
Taikubo Fuya didn't want to cause trouble for Xie Qingya after her son's soul was worn away and dissipated due to the theft of fortune technique.
Tsk, if this old woman hadn't caught the cult leader's eye, she would have turned her into a puppet long ago.
Xie Qingya bit her fingertips harder and harder, a look of struggle and madness appearing on her face. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "Continue."
“My son will understand me. He definitely won’t be able to leave his old mother like this. He will understand me…”
Taikubo Fuuya remained silent, slowly cleaning up the mess on the altar, preparing to continue with the next attempt at the Fortune Stealing Spell.
Meanwhile, the Feng family.
Feng Langqing suddenly sat up from the ground like a zombie, his forehead colliding heavily with Feng Jingcheng, who was leaning in to check on him.
"Aaaaaah—!"
"Aww!!"
The two grown men instantly bared their teeth and made some rather unseemly noises.
Ignoring the pain in his forehead, Feng Langqing hurriedly grabbed Nan Yuanman and said, "Yuanman, I dreamt... no, I saw Feng Junhao!"
"He told me that he was taken by our grandma... Xie Qingya to a small fishing village called Kujima-ya in Japan! He told Dad to hurry up and take people to capture her!"
With tears welling up in his eyes, Feng Jingcheng rushed to him upon hearing this, shouting urgently, "What? You saw my dad?! Where did you see him? How did you see him?!"
Feng Langqing briefly recounted how he had gone to a pure white space after falling asleep.
A look of realization dawned on Nan Yuanman's face. No wonder the divination indicated that it was in a distant place. It was indeed very far away; he had even gone abroad!
"Oh no!" Nan Yuanman's heart skipped a beat as she watched Feng Langqing gradually regain his vitality and luck. "Quickly call my second brother back!"
With her attempts to steal luck failing one after another, Xie Qingya will definitely turn her attention to her second brother!
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