As soon as Li Lao's gates opened, Liu Hui grabbed his sleeve, knelt down in front of him with a thud, and cried out in panic, "Master Li, my son... he's in trouble! Please save him!"
Old Li frowned, a hint of impatience appearing on his face hidden beneath his wide hat. He spoke in a deep voice, "Didn't I tell him to rest at home for a while? How did this happen?"
"I..." Liu Hui stammered, not daring to look up at Li Laogui, and kept her head down tightly as she said, "I couldn't stop him either. I thought that as long as he played around with ordinary women, nothing would happen, but who knew..."
"Master, he must have encountered other masters. Please, you must save him! I'll give you anything if you can save my son!"
Old Li could tell at a glance that Liu Hui wasn't telling the truth. He coldly pulled his sleeve out of her hand and said, "When I gave you the medicine, it was already agreed that the payment was settled. I can't save your son, so please leave."
"Master Li!" Liu Hui exclaimed in shock, frantically reaching out to grab the departing Li Laogui.
Just then, a sharp sword aura attacked from the side, and a short figure rushed towards Li Laogui with a clear child's voice: "Die! You big bad guy!"
Liu Hui: "!!"
Zheng Zetao, who also wanted to plead for leniency, exclaimed: "!!"
The two were stunned. Where did this child come from?!
Old Li was terrified. He quickly dodged Nan Yuanman's attack, shouting, "How did you find me?!"
Feng Jingcheng walked in from the corner of the stairs and spoke before Liu Hui and Zheng Zetao could: "Thanks to Aunt Liu and Uncle Zheng, if it weren't for them, we wouldn't have been able to find you, this evil scoundrel who has done so many bad things!"
Liu Hui: "No! I didn't..."
Old Li glared at Liu Hui and Zheng Zetao with a face full of shock and anger: "You conspired with the Feng family to frame me?!"
Cold sweat poured down Zheng Zetao's forehead, and he retreated hastily, saying, "Master Li, please let us explain, we didn't..."
Feng Jingcheng put his arm around Zheng Zetao's shoulder and said, "Uncle Zheng, don't be afraid. With Yuanman here, she will defeat the evil forces and protect us!"
Zheng Zetao: "..." Get lost! Who gave you permission to protect me?!
"You got away last time, but you won't get away this time!" Nan Yuanman raised his chin and snorted, then threw Xiao Hong out.
Xiao Hong landed and grew larger, perfectly blocking the room door. Zhuang Zhuang and Zhou Jingchuan ran out of the coffin.
Zhuangzhuang: "Perfect! I'm here to help you!"
Zhou Jingchuan rolled up his sleeves in a serious manner: "Let the adults handle this kind of fighting. Kids, stay out of the way!"
After his initial panic subsided, Li Laogui calmed down and sneered, "Such a young age, yet you have such a big mouth. Even if you hadn't come looking for me now, I would have. Now you're much more at ease."
"Little brat, I was originally thinking of letting you live a couple more days, but since you've come looking for death, then I'll grant your wish!"
After saying that, Li Laogui's body instantly flew up and landed on a futon behind a low table.
On the low table in front of him were an incense burner, tribute rice, and a brightly colored doll.
The doll was facing Nan Yuanman, its crimson lips curving into an exaggerated arc, as if it were smiling at her.
Old Li gave a low shout, made a hand seal, inserted his hands into the tribute rice, grabbed a handful of rice and sprinkled it on the doll, muttering something under his breath.
Nan Yuanman could tell he was performing a ritual, so how could she possibly give him the chance to finish?
Without hesitation, she gripped the copper coin sword and charged towards Li Laogui together with Zhuangzhuang and the yelling Zhou Jingchuan!
At that time, outside the room door, which was blocked by a coffin.
Liu Hui and Zheng Zetao anxiously patted the coffin lid: "Master Li! Master Li! Are you alright?!"
Perhaps it was because of this strange coffin, but they could no longer hear any sound from inside the room, as if the room had been isolated into a sealed space.
When Feng Jingcheng saw the door blocked, his heart tightened for a moment, but he instantly relaxed when he saw what was blocking the door.
He crossed his arms and said with a mocking expression, "Stop yelling, he's too busy to help you right now."
"Feng Jingcheng!" The moment he spoke, the distraught Liu Hui had someone to vent her anger on. She turned around abruptly, screaming as she lunged at him: "Why did you do this! What did our Zi'ang do to offend your Feng family! Why are you cutting off his path to survival like this!"
"Let me tell you, if my Zi'ang dies, you won't live either!!"
Feng Jingcheng neither dodged nor flinched, but grabbed Liu Hui's hand, looking down at her with cold eyes: "Zheng Zi'ang has been dead for a long time."
"What is alive now is nothing more than a monster in his skin."
"You're lying! He's not dead!" Liu Hui's pupils constricted, and she screamed in rebuttal, "My son isn't dead!"
Feng Jingcheng chuckled, staring intently into her eyes: "Is he really not dead?"
Liu Hui was like a goose whose neck had been grabbed, unable to make a sound. She looked at Feng Jingcheng in panic and fear.
Feng Jingcheng coldly sneered and flung her hand away, then looked at Zheng Zetao, who had fallen silent since he appeared: "Uncle Zheng, do you also think that the person who is alive now is still your son from before?"
Zheng Zetao remained silent, his mind racing. He was furious that Zheng Ziang had provoked the Feng family, and at the same time, he was wondering how much the Feng family actually knew.
He knew very well that what they were doing was something that couldn't be done in public. If Feng Jingcheng reported this matter to the state, the Zheng family would face a full investigation from higher authorities.
Then, the Zheng family's shady businesses... could no longer be hidden.
Zheng Zetao gritted his teeth, supported Liu Hui, and looked at Feng Jingcheng with a face full of sorrow and grief: "I know that the dead cannot be brought back to life, but... no matter what, he is still my son."
"Sixth Young Master Feng, could you... please pretend you didn't see or know what happened today, considering my deep love for my son?"
Before Feng Jingcheng could refuse, he offered a condition that was extremely tempting to him: "If... if you can keep it a secret for us, then I will tell you the secret of Zi'ang's resurrection."
"I remember your father and mother also died in an accident, right? Don't you... want them to come back to life?"
Feng Jingcheng's brows twitched slightly, and he looked at Zheng Zetao with deep eyes.
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While the talks were going well outside, the internal struggles were fierce.
Old Li had never seen a sorcerer with so many talismans on his body!
That little satchel was like a bottomless pit; once he threw away one stack, another would appear! All the evil spirits he raised were blown up by those stacks and stacks of Heavenly Thunder Talismans!
The yin energy that had painstakingly gathered in the room was also blown away!
Old Li was on the verge of collapse, gritting his teeth as he cursed her: "Are you a wholesale store?! Where did you get so many talismans?!"
"A lot?" Nan Yuanman pulled out another stack of messy talismans and threw them at him like a shower of flowers: "That's right! Take this dog barking talisman!"
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