Feng Jingcheng stared at Jiang Huiqin's corpse in silence, his feelings extremely complicated.
Xiao Qidong's smile vanished, and he quickly said, "I'll take care of it, I'll handle it."
After all, it was because of him that Sun Jiajun and Jiang Huiqin were brought here, so he should also be responsible for cleaning up the mess.
While Xiao Qidong was taking out his phone to call his unjustly accused father to negotiate, Nan Yuanman took out a stack of talismans from her small handbag and stuffed them one by one into the pocket of the unconscious servant on the ground.
The energy of the talisman slowly took effect, repairing the internal organs of the servants that had been injured by the shock.
Feng Jingcheng helped Nan Yuanman slip talismans to the servants.
Then Nan Yuanman took out a purification talisman to cleanse the yin energy and residual ghostly energy and resentment in the manor.
She glanced at Jiang Huiqin's corpse, pursed her lips slightly, but couldn't help but move closer to her, gently holding her thin fingers, and lowering her eyes to recite the Rebirth Mantra.
Even though he knew that Jiang Huiqin's soul had been completely absorbed by Sun Jiajun and that she had no afterlife, Nan Yuanman still wanted to recite the Rebirth Mantra for her.
She couldn't explain why, but she just did it because she thought about it.
After Xiao Qidong finished his call, he turned around and saw this scene. Just as he was about to call out to her, he saw Feng Jingcheng make a shushing gesture to him.
The two watched quietly as the little boy finished reciting the Rebirth Mantra, then ran to the sofa, picked up their own small blankets, and covered Jiang Huiqin with them, giving her a final moment of dignity.
Feng Jingcheng felt a surge of tenderness in his heart, and his gaze upon her was filled with exceptional gentleness and pride.
His sister is truly the best person in the world!
After doing all this, Feng Jingcheng took Nan Yuanman to wash his hands, while Xiao Qidong was responsible for taking the unconscious servants back to their rooms.
So as not to frighten them and cause a disturbance when they wake up and see the mummified corpse.
Nan Yuanman stood in front of the sink that the housekeeper had specially prepared for her, which was suitable for her age and height. She obediently stretched out her little hands so that Feng Jingcheng could wash them for her. Her rosy, round face showed a slight confusion.
As Feng Jingcheng was washing her, he noticed her face, which was wrinkled like the folds of a steamed bun. He couldn't resist pinching it and asked, "What are you thinking about with that little head of yours?"
"Sixth Brother, tell me... that aunt knew he was wrong, so why did she help him? Because helping him led to his death, was it... worth it?"
I can't understand it.
Grandpa always told her and the person in question that when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. When a person dies, their connection with the living in this life has already ended. The living should try to look forward and not stubbornly cling to the dead.
This is bad for both the dead and the living.
But Jiang Huiqin's stubbornness, her reckless leaping into the abyss even knowing it lay ahead, was something Jiang Huiqin couldn't quite understand.
Why do this? Is it worth it?
Mingming... if she were still alive, she could have had a child.
“It’s not worth it for us.” Feng Jingcheng pulled out a soft disposable towel to wipe her hands. “But it should be worth it for her.”
He had intended to use Nan Yuanman's mother as an example, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Instead, he said, "Just like... your aunt and uncle risked their lives to protect me back then."
"Jiang Huiqin may have some flaws in her character and morality, but she is absolutely perfect in loving her children. She is a qualified mother."
"Moreover... when it comes to parents sacrificing for their children, there is no boundary between whether it is worthwhile and not; it simply depends on whether they are qualified parents."
Nan Yuanman nodded as if she understood, tilted her head, and sighed like a little adult: "Adults are so complicated."
"Humans are complex beings." Feng Jingcheng tapped her little nose thoughtfully and said, "By the way, Yuanman, are you going to kindergarten?"
She's five years old now, isn't it time for her to go to kindergarten?
I'll discuss it with my uncle when he gets back tonight.
Before Nan Yuanman could even ask what a kindergarten was, a large head with talismans pasted on it poked its head in from outside the restroom: "Yuanman, I had someone take the mummified corpse away! Um..."
Xiao Qidong pointed to the talisman on his forehead: "Can I take this off now?"
With that talisman on his head, he looked like he was cosplaying a zombie from a movie.
“Okay, but…” Before Nan Yuanman could finish speaking, he saw Xiao Qidong quickly tear the talisman apart.
The next second, the door he was holding onto creaked and broke in the middle. He stumbled and fell headfirst into the bathroom, landing sprawled out on his back.
"Ouch!!"
“You’re still going to be unlucky for a while even if you take it down… thud.” Nan Yuanman paused for a few seconds, then subconsciously finished his sentence.
Xiao Qidong: "..."
Xiao Qidong lay on the ground, utterly dejected, and slapped the talisman in his hand back onto his head.
Feng Jingcheng nudged his hand and pointed to the door panel beneath him: "This door is worth 500,000. Remember to compensate me."
Xiao Qidong drawled, "I understand."
Feng Jingcheng, carrying Nan Yuanman, was about to step over Xiao Qidong's legs to leave when Xiao Qidong quickly got up and grabbed his leg, saying, "Wait!"
"Perfect, how many days will this bad luck last?"
Nan Yuanman nestled in Feng Jingcheng's arms like a kitten, peeking out her little head to look at him: "Seven days."
"After being attacked by evil spirits twice in a row, not only did my yang energy leak out, but my yang fire also weakened, and my luck reached its lowest point."
"You'd better spend these seven days getting plenty of sunshine, doing good deeds, cultivating your mind and body, and going out less, otherwise accidents can easily happen."
The little dumpling said seriously, "It's really, really easy to die in an accident!"
Xiao Qidong nodded obediently: "I understand, I will stay at home obediently."
He never dared to go out and play around again before his yang energy was fully replenished.
He knows he was wrong qAq.
Seeing how genuinely frightened he looked, Nan Yuanman allowed him to tear off the talisman, fold it into a triangle, and put it in his pocket.
They also gave him a Yang-gathering talisman and a protective talisman.
Xiao Qidong was truly frightened now. One amulet was simply not enough. He wanted to buy all the amulets with Nan Yuanman, but regretfully changed his mind when she said that each person was limited to ten amulets.
After buying the talisman, Xiao Mingchen arrived. He brought gifts to sincerely thank Nan Yuanman and also prepared an exceptionally generous reward.
He had heard what Nan Yuanman had told Xiao Qidong at the hospital. He had arranged for someone to take care of him, but the company was too busy, and he couldn't spare the time to keep an eye on him all the time.
In the blink of an eye, that brat had slipped out to drink with his friends, which infuriated him.
Fortunately, he wasn't so stupid as to not know how to ask for help when something happened, otherwise Xiao Mingchen would have really had to create a new account and start over.
After thanking Nan Yuanman, Xiao Mingchen turned around and smacked Xiao Qidong on the head, saying with exasperation, "Do you know how much it hurts now? Are you still going to hang out with your cronies from now on?"
Xiao Qidong grimaced and rubbed his head, which was throbbing from the beating, and said in a wronged tone, "Dad, I just escaped death, and you still hit me. It hurts so much."
"It's better for you to die in pain than for you to lose your life while fooling around with your cronies!" Xiao Mingchen sneered.
Xiao Qidong: "..." This is really his father.
Xiao Mingchen and Xiao Qidong didn't stay long. After paying the reward, they went to handle the aftermath, since the deceased were members of the Sun family, and the Sun family would have to deal with the matter for a while.
The manor fell silent. The servants, who had inexplicably fallen asleep, woke up without daring to utter a sound and obediently continued with their work, afraid that their masters would discover they were slacking off.
Nan Yuanman and Feng Jingcheng didn't say much. After resting for a while, they continued to plant. Only after Nan Yuanman finished planting the small vegetable patch with Feng Jingcheng's help did she return to her room to wash up, satisfied.
At the same time.
In the old city area on the eastern outskirts of the capital.
Jiang Tianzong held Jiang Xinxin's hand tightly as they stood at the entrance of an old residential area.
Jiang Xinxin nestled close to Jiang Tianzong, clutching his clothes with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness, and asked, "Grandpa, is this where we'll be living from now on?"
Jiang Tianzong's eyes were deep, and he gave a soft "hmm" before leading Jiang Xinxin into the residential area until they stood in front of a dilapidated door.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
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