Just as Xiao Qidong was about to rush towards Yuanman, Feng Jingcheng quickly blocked him. Before he could speak, he smelled a strong stench of sourness and alcohol.
Feng Jingcheng: "Yue—!!"
He covered his nose and quickly backed away, not forgetting to pick up Nan Yuanman and run with her, his face full of disgust: "Oh my god, how long has it been since you took a shower? You smell so bad!"
Even Nan Yuanman, whose sense of smell is more acute, couldn't help but cover her nose with her hand. Her hands were already covered in dirt, and covering them made her look even more like a little kitten: "Stinky!"
Xiao Qidong stopped, looking embarrassed, and sniffed his armpit: "It smells that bad... Ugh!"
He couldn't help but gag, and quickly said, "Brother Feng, can I borrow your bathroom?"
"My room is on the second floor. Go and clean yourself up right now, you stink!" Feng Jingcheng frowned, wishing he could kick him away, but he was afraid of getting his own feet dirty.
While Xiao Qidong was getting ready, Feng Jingcheng took Nan Yuanman to the first-floor bathroom, washed her face and hands, and changed her clothes.
As Nan Yuanman sat on the sofa, being fed by Feng Jingcheng, Xiao Qidong, who had finished washing up, came downstairs.
As soon as she came down, she complained, "Brother Feng, it's not that I don't want to shower, it's just that I'm afraid to shower at home!"
After resolving Wei Junchen's matter a week ago, Xiao Qidong and Xie Yifei went back to their respective homes.
After staying home quietly for two days, they couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to go out and have some fun.
Xiao Qidong had made an appointment with Feng Jingcheng before he went out, but Feng Jingcheng was engrossed in taking care of his child and refused. So he could only go out and have some fun with Xie Yifei.
For the first day or two, nothing was wrong, but by the third day, Xiao Qidong started having a string of bad luck.
First, while drinking at a bar, someone put a bottle on the ground. He stepped on the bottle and fell into the barrel of liquor, almost drowning himself.
Later, while walking on the road, things inexplicably started falling from above.
It wasn't just flowerpots or basins full of water, or wine bottles, or even loose and fallen windows or billboards.
Every time it fell, it hit him on the head.
If he hadn't remembered what Nan Yuanman had told him to be careful of objects falling from heights, he would have been killed long ago.
These strange occurrences made him a little scared, so he stayed at home obediently, intending to wait until the seventh day was over before going to find Nan Yuanman.
That evening, thinking about how he had been drinking and smelled strongly of alcohol, he went to take a shower. While he was showering, he suddenly felt someone pressing down hard on his head, forcefully pushing it into the water.
Xiao Qidong sniffled and said with lingering fear, "If I hadn't bought a talisman from Yuanman back then, I... I would have completely perished in the bathroom that night."
He only felt a burn from the amulet he had hung around his neck with a red string, and his head, which had been pressed hard into the water, suddenly became able to move.
Once he was able to move, Xiao Qidong hurriedly put on the clothes he had just changed out of and wanted to find Nan Yuanman immediately, but unfortunately, his door lock was broken!
He can't get out at all!
His house has bulletproof windows, and the ventilation openings have screens made of corundum. He has no tools and can't get out!
Worst of all, he could sense that the ghost that wanted him dead was still in the room!
Xiao Qidong could only seek a sense of security by crawling into the closet. He dared not breathe loudly or make any noise. He just kept his eyes wide open and held the last amulet through the night.
As soon as it was light, the broken lock could be opened again, and he scrambled to find Nan Yuanman, but...
The car broke down halfway.
Xiao Qidong had run all the way here, which is why he looked so disheveled and smelled so strongly.
Xiao Qidong wiped away his tears: "Brother Feng, Sister Yuanman, I'm suffering!"
“Sister Yuanman, I have done good deeds and accumulated virtues throughout my life. Even when I was in a relationship, it was always consensual between me and the woman. Apart from the time I peed on my grandfather’s head when I was a child, I have never done anything immoral.”
"Why am I so unlucky to be haunted by a ghost?"
Nan Yuanman blinked and suddenly asked him, "Have you been to some gloomy places again these past few days? Your bad luck is practically seeping into your bones."
“No! I went to a bar with Xie Yifei…” Xiao Qidong said, then his eyes widened suddenly: “A bar counts? There are so many people in a bar! Isn’t that full of yang energy?”
“I don’t know what kind of bar Brother Xiao is talking about, but Grandpa said that places with lots of people have a lot of foul air, and foul air is most likely to attract ghosts.” Nan Yuanman said, counting on his fingers, “Before this, you had just escaped from the ghost domain formation.”
"Generally speaking, after leaving the ghost realm, you should bask in the sun more and avoid going to dark and filthy places to replenish your yang energy. You can only go there when your luck improves, otherwise you will easily be haunted by ghosts and monsters."
“When I saw you at the hospital, your forehead was gray and had obvious vertical lines. Your luck was worse than that of your sixth brother and another older brother. Based on your facial features, I deduced that you were very likely to be killed by a heavy object hitting your head. That’s why I specifically reminded you to be careful of objects falling from heights within seven days.”
She just didn't expect that Xiao Qidong wouldn't stay home and behave himself for seven days before running off to have fun.
It was fortunate that he remembered her words and paid extra attention to objects being thrown from high places when he was out, otherwise he might have really fulfilled the omen of misfortune in his face.
"And... big brother, you look so lifeless right now, which means the thing that's bothering you is really fierce. Have you really not done anything bad these past few days?" Nan Yuanman asked seriously, his round face beaming.
"Really, no!" Xiao Qidong practically swore on three fingers: "I just drank, bragged a bit, and chatted..."
Before he could utter that word, Feng Jingcheng kicked him.
Xiao Qidong hurriedly said, "Yuanman, believe me! It's true, if I do anything bad, I... I'll be struck by lightning, I'll die a horrible death!"
“That’s strange…” Nan Yuanman tilted his head, frowning in confusion.
According to the knowledge her grandfather taught her, vengeful ghosts, malevolent spirits, and evil spirits do not harm people randomly. They will first target those with whom they had grudges in their previous lives, so as to fulfill their obsessions.
After all, ghosts that harm people indiscriminately will attract the attention of the underworld officials.
Therefore, the ghost that has entangled with Xiao Qidong must have some connection with him.
But Xiao Qidong said he had never done anything wrong.
Nan Yuanman stroked his chin, rummaged through his small bag, pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, placed them on the table, and raised his chin: "Come on, big brother, write a word on this."
"Remember, the word you write must be the first one that comes to mind."
Xiao Qidong obediently picked up the pen and wrote a small character on it.
Nan Yuanman recognized the character. She rummaged through her small handbag and pulled out a worn, yellowed book bound with hemp rope, which she handed to Feng Jingcheng: "Sixth Brother, please help me find the explanations of the character related to divination."
Feng Jingcheng was puzzled and confused: "?"
Do you need to look up a book? Can't you just open your mouth and say it?
Nan Yuanman noticed his question and puffed out her little chest, speaking confidently and boldly: "I'm only five years old, and I haven't even learned all the characters yet, so of course I need to look up the book!"
Feng Jingcheng: "...Okay."
He carefully flipped through the book, turning to the page about the interpretation of the small characters: "Small represents tiny, the continuation of the descendants, grandchildren..."
"Sun...?" Feng Jingcheng looked sharply at Xiao Qidong and asked, "Are there any members of the Sun family among the people who were with you this time?"
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