Nan Yuanman's eyes lit up, and she patted her chest with her chubby little hands: "Just tell me, Yuanman guarantees to do it for you!"
Feng Yuli pursed his thin lips slightly, feigning a worried expression: "I would like to ask you to take a look at my father."
“Three years ago, my father fell into a coma for no apparent reason. He went to the hospital for a checkup, but they couldn’t find anything wrong. He just stayed unconscious.”
“My family is extremely worried. They even invited Taoist priests from the Sanqing Temple to come and see him, but they couldn't find the reason for his coma. So... I would like to ask you to help me see what's wrong with my father. Is there any hope that he will wake up?”
As Nan Yuanman listened, he subconsciously glanced at his Sun and Moon Horns.
She was stunned when she saw the slightly dented, dim and lackluster sun and moon corners.
This...this young man's parents...aren't they already...?
Nan Yuanman looked at Feng Yuli, hesitating to speak: "Th-that..."
She asked cautiously, "Big brother, is what you're showing me a living person?"
If it were a living person unconscious, she could try to find the cause.
If her soul is unconscious, she'll have to ask her grandfather for help. But, in his current state, it's not suitable for him to appear in public!
What should I do? Should I call for the underworld messenger? But calling for the underworld messenger is so expensive...
The little girl's chubby face scrunched up with worry.
Feng Yuli didn't react at first, but when he saw the girl hesitating and glancing at his forehead from time to time, he immediately understood that she probably saw something from his face.
Feng Yuli chuckled: "Don't worry, he's definitely alive. He's my adoptive father."
Nan Yuanman breathed a small sigh of relief, and said with great confidence, "Okay, leave it to me. Let's go see Uncle now!"
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At that time, in the VVVI ward of Wanhe Hospital.
Lying on the hospital bed was a handsome man with striking features, bold eyebrows, a high nose, and fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Due to prolonged unconsciousness, his face was pale and his body was rather thin.
"Squeak—"
Feng Yuli, carrying Nan Yuanman, pushed open the door and walked in.
Nan Yuanman wriggled in his arms, curiously peering at the man lying on the bed: "Is this your father?"
"Hmm." Feng Congqian responded softly, subtly observing her and Feng Congqian's expressions, his eyebrows slightly raised.
With the comparison, it becomes even clearer how similar the two people's eyebrows and eyes are.
He wouldn't believe it if you said Nan Yuanman wasn't the old man's child.
However, even if the final result shows that he is not the old man's biological son, it doesn't matter. He has already raised so many children, so adopting another one won't be a big problem. Anyway, he can afford to raise Yuanman.
While Feng Congqian was still lying down, Feng Yuli had already arranged everything for him clearly.
Nan Yuanman stared at Feng Congqian's face. As she looked, her brows furrowed slightly, and a look of confusion appeared on her round face.
What happened?
How come this uncle is related to her by blood?
Is her fortune-telling ability not good enough yet?
Suddenly, the image of Grandpa Nan repairing the television in the countryside flashed through Nan Yuanman's mind. She patted Feng Yuli's shoulder and asked him to put her down.
Feng Yuli put her down as instructed. As soon as the little girl landed, he saw her frown and raise her hand to pat her head repeatedly, like she was patting a watermelon.
Feng Yuli: "???"
He quickly grabbed Nan Yuanman's wrist: "What are you doing?"
Nan Yuanman blinked innocently, her neatly tied hair becoming extremely messy after being patted: "It seems my fortune-telling ability is a bit broken, I'll fix it."
These naive words made Feng Yuli both laugh and cry: "Where is this supposed to be done? What if your fortune-telling skills aren't fixed properly and your head gets damaged?"
“Oh right.” Nan Yuanman pursed her lips. “Then we won’t use that. I’ll try another method.”
Nan Yuanman took a small coffin out of her handbag, climbed onto the caregiver's stool with great difficulty using her short legs, and placed it in Feng Congqian's half-open palm: "Little Red is very powerful. It can see any problems with the body and can even cure them! So don't think it's bad luck!"
"No." Feng Yuli shook his head gently. In the past three years, they had done a lot of things, even banging on doors, in order to wake Feng Congqian up.
How could anyone possibly find a small coffin unlucky?
Not to mention, this little coffin looks like a cosplay prop, not scary at all.
Nan Yuanman's chubby little hands were also pressed on the coffin lid, her eyes closed as she carefully sensed the information Xiao Hong was giving her.
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and exclaimed in shock, "Big brother, your father's soul has disappeared!"
Feng Yuli only intended for Nan Yuanman to give it a try; he never expected that she could actually see through it. Upon hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and his brows slowly furrowed: "Your soul is gone?"
"But the abbot of Sanqing Temple never told me that my father's soul wasn't in his body..."
Did the abbot not notice? Or was he deliberately keeping quiet?
There's no need to deliberately not say it, but... can't you tell? The abbot of Sanqing Temple shouldn't have such poor cultivation, right?
“Uncle’s situation is a bit special.” Nan Yuanman scratched his chubby cheeks and tried his best to translate the information Xiao Hong had conveyed to Feng Yuli: “Xiao Hong said that someone has lured away his soul, but has also left a wisp of his soul in Uncle’s body.”
"This wisp of soul energy will create the illusion that the soul is still in the body. This illusion will mislead those who come to see it, making them think that the soul is still in the body."
As Nan Yuanman spoke, he quickly tried to cover it up: "I didn't mean that the abbot was incompetent. It's just that, it's just that, in a situation like yours, it's very difficult for ordinary people to notice."
Feng Yuli nodded: "I understand."
"But...where will my father's soul go? And who will seduce him?"
Feng Yuli was completely baffled.
Nanman looked at him with her round, innocent eyes.
She didn't know either!
This was the first time she had ever met this uncle!
Nan Yuanman tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Generally speaking, to be able to seduce a person's soul, one condition needs to be met: obtaining the person's personal clothing, hair, and nails. In addition, their birth date and time are also required."
Unable to bear it any longer, Little Red opened the coffin lid and pinched her chubby little hand.
She was seduced! Seduced! What seduction! How indecent!
Nan Yuanman thought Xiao Hong was getting impatient, so he touched the coffin lid to comfort her and continued, "Big brother, you can follow this line of inquiry and maybe you'll find some clues."
“However…” Nan Yuanman looked at the handsome man lying on the bed: “His soul was taken away three years ago, but his body is still intact, which means that he is not in any danger. That person probably doesn’t want to hurt him.”
"However, the soul needs to be retrieved as soon as possible after leaving the body, otherwise there will be a risk to life."
Hearing Nan Yuanman's words, Feng Yuli pictured an old and elegant figure in his mind. His eyes darkened slightly, and he nodded, "Okay, I'll follow this line of inquiry. Thank you, Yuanman."
He crouched down and reached out to ruffle Nan Yuanman's thick, black hair: "You've helped me a lot."
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips and gave an embarrassed smile: "You're welcome."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but happily swing her little feet while sitting on the bench.
The little girl was short, but chubby and fair-skinned. Her round face still had chubby baby fat, and her sly smile looked just like a little hamster.
Feng Yuli couldn't resist poking her cheek, and Nan Yuanman was poked so hard she almost fell over, but she didn't resist because of her good temper.
Feng Yuli glanced at the sky outside. It was already evening after the weasel incident was resolved, so he didn't let Nan Yuanman stay any longer.
Take her away from the hospital to find a place to eat.
He had just carried Nan Yuanman out of the hospital when he bumped into someone.
Feng Yuli reacted quickly, grabbing the little girl and retreating rapidly. Before he could even see who had bumped into him, he saw the figure who had been lying on the ground suddenly stand up and lunge forward, his voice shrill: "Was I responsible for my sister's death?"
"It was your favoritism that led to her death! Why is it all my fault! You are the real culprits!"
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