Feng Congqian turned around upon hearing the sound and saw an old woman standing at the courtyard gate, holding a wood-chopping knife, wearing a floral shirt, and staring at him warily.
Before Feng Congqian could speak, Nan Yuanman, who had finished packing, came running out when she heard the noise. When she saw the aunt, her face lit up with joy: "Aunt Zheng!"
"Oh my! Perfect!" Aunt Zheng, who had been on guard, beamed with joy when she saw the familiar little figure: "Why are you back?"
Aunt Zheng seemed to remember something and looked at Feng Congqian with suspicion: "Could it be that the family that took you away didn't want to raise you anymore and returned you? How could that family be so unethical?"
Feng Congqian frowned slightly, his expression turning cold. Nan Yuanman was speechless, and sighed like a little adult: "Aunt Zheng, you'll get beaten up if you talk like that!"
"But you're right about one thing: the family that took me away was despicable. The person who came back with me this time isn't with them. He's my dad, my own dad!"
The little girl's tone still carried a hint of pride as she finished speaking.
She still remembers how many people in the village used to say she was an orphan.
Now that she's back with her biological father, let's see if they still dare to say she has no parents.
When Feng Congqian heard Nan Yuanman call him "Dad" for the first time, his mind went blank and his eyes welled up slightly.
Aunt Zheng was also shocked. She looked at the tall, long-legged, outstandingly handsome man in front of her, her mouth opening and closing: "My goodness, this, this is your father?"
Nan Yuanman's mother looks petite and thin, but who would have thought the man she found would be so handsome? He also seems very wealthy!
Nan Yuanman nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes!"
Feng Congqian suppressed his excitement and nodded slightly to Aunt Zheng: "Hello, I am Nan Yuanman's father, and my surname is Feng."
"Thank you for taking care of Yuanman before."
Aunt Zheng was slightly flustered: "It's all good, it's all good. I'm relieved that you brought Yuanman back."
"Yuanman, what brings you back this time? Where's your grandpa? Did he go with you?" Aunt Zheng asked, a hint of hesitation on her face. "Um, how many days are you staying here this time?"
"Get your things. Grandpa went to S City with me for treatment. He'll be back when he's better." Nan Yuanman replied, "What's wrong? Do you need to see Grandpa? Someone wants to buy a coffin?"
"No, we're not buying a coffin, that's all..." Aunt Zheng hesitated, then continued, "My younger brother has run into some trouble recently and wants your grandfather to help him take a look. If he can't handle it, could you... if you have time, could you take a look?"
After experiencing what happened with Zhou Ying, Aunt Zheng naturally assumed that Nan Yuanman had inherited Old Master Nan's mantle, so she didn't feel there was anything wrong with seeking her help.
Her presence here today is no coincidence. A few days ago, her family called her to talk about those things, and she came here specifically to see if Yuanman or Grandpa Nan had returned.
If Nan Yuanman and Grandpa Nan hadn't returned in the last couple of days, she was planning to go and consult a shaman or sorcerer from another village.
Aunt Zheng: "Don't worry, I've already prepared the money for your consultation. I won't let you have it for free."
Nan Yuanman subconsciously looked at Feng Congqian, who lowered his eyes and asked her gently, "Have you packed everything?"
Nan Yuanman patted her small handbag: "Everything is packed away."
Not only coffins, but also all the paper figures, paper lanterns, and other odds and ends that Grandpa Nan made in his spare time were collected by her. Now there isn't even a single mouse left in the warehouse.
"If you want to see it, then go and see it," Feng Congqian said, holding her hand.
He knew that Nan Yuanman was different from ordinary children, so he would try his best to meet her requests whenever she wanted.
Nan Yuanman happily wiggled her feet and looked at Aunt Zheng, whose face was full of eagerness: "Okay, okay, you lead the way, I'll go take a look."
“Okay! I’ll give them a call, and then we’ll head over.” Aunt Zheng said happily, and simply stuck the machete into the crack of the wooden door, clapped her hands, took out her phone, and made a call.
Soon, Aunt Zheng led the way on her electric scooter, while the Feng family driver followed slowly in his car, carrying Feng Congqian and Nan Yuanman.
Aunt Zheng's younger brother lives in town. According to Aunt Zheng, the house in town was a building they bought from a big boss some time ago. The price was very reasonable, and it was a fully furnished apartment, which saved them a lot of money on renovations.
But after moving in, strange things kept happening.
Either the food I just prepared suddenly loses its flavor, or the fruit I put on the coffee table mysteriously disappears, or the clothes I hung out to dry suddenly fall off the hanger. And when I'm sleeping at night, I always hear someone banging on the water pipes, making a loud banging sound.
At first, Aunt Zheng's brother thought someone was playing a prank in the middle of the night, and he got up and cursed at them.
After he finished cursing, no one knocked on the water pipe in the middle of the night, but he and his wife kept having nightmares when they slept. They dreamed of a fierce old man chasing them with an axe!
They didn't take the first dream seriously, but for several days in a row they dreamed that the old man was chasing them with an axe.
Even more terrifying, Aunt Zheng's younger brother accidentally cut his hand in his dream. When he woke up the next day, he found his arm covered in blood with a new wound, which was exactly the same as the place where he was chopped by an axe in his dream!
Even Aunt Zheng's brother, who was usually oblivious to things, realized that something was seriously wrong, so he hurriedly went to Aunt Zheng and asked her to help him find someone to take a look.
He knew that Aunt Zheng's family had recently experienced some strange events, and he had connections in that area.
Aunt Zheng was lucky; she happened to run into Nan Yuanman, who had come back to collect the coffin.
It only takes twenty minutes to get from Batang Village to the town. Soon, Aunt Zheng stopped in front of a building. Standing at the door of the building was a thin young man wearing a gray t-shirt, with bandages wrapped around his arm and a pale face.
Aunt Zheng stopped her electric scooter, said a few words to the young man, pointed to the black sedan that was slowly parking by the roadside, and then got off the scooter and walked over with the young man.
The black sedan came to a stop, and Feng Congqian opened the door and got out first. After standing still, he turned around and carried Nan Yuanman out of the car.
The young man looked at Feng Congqian respectfully: "Are you Master Nan? Hello, I am Liu Jiawei. I'm sorry to trouble you with this matter."
Feng Congqian calmly reached under Nan Yuanman's armpits, lifted her up, and faced Liu Jiawei: "I'm not her, she is."
Liu Jiawei stared wide-eyed at the five-year-old girl in front of him: "??????"
Aunt Zheng slapped her forehead and pulled Liu Jiawei aside: "Hey! Look at my brain, I forgot to tell you, Yuanman is the master, this is her father."
"Yuanman, this is my younger brother. Can you help me see what's wrong with him?"
Looking at the young man in front of her, whose face was dark and who seemed to be marinated in ghostly energy, and then at the building behind him that looked somewhat eerie even in the daytime, Nan Yuanman tilted her head and said, "Uncle does have ghostly energy on him, but whether it's this house or not is the problem. We need to go inside and take a look."
Liu Jiawei snapped out of his daze and subconsciously looked at Aunt Zheng: "Sister, this..."
Aunt Zheng slapped him across the face and smiled at Nan Yuanman: "Then let's go in and see, Xiaowei, is your wife home?"
Liu Jiawei honestly shook his head: "No, she went back to her parents' house after my accident."
As he spoke, Liu Jiawei hesitated and led the way with Aunt Zheng, while Feng Congqian followed behind, carrying Nan Yuanman.
Liu Jiawei couldn't help but turn around and look at her, lowering his voice to ask, "Sister, is this...is this doll really reliable?"
He still looks like he's old enough to wear diapers. Can this really solve his problem?
Aunt Zheng rolled her eyes: "How could your sister not be reliable? Don't worry, if Yuanman isn't reliable, then there's no reliable master in this town and the surrounding villages!"
As she spoke, she stepped into the lobby on the first floor. As soon as she entered, she felt the temperature around her drop by dozens of degrees, making her shiver. "Hiss! Why is it so cold? Did you turn on the air conditioner at home?"
As Aunt Zheng spoke, she looked up and froze on the spot, her gaze falling on the black and white portrait. She stared in horror at the person in the photo smiling eerily at her.
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