Logically speaking, those who are targeted by formations or spells should have a mark on their bodies indicating that the formation was designed to target them.
Similar to the Miao people's use of Gu poison, the person affected by the Gu poison will have red lines, black palms, and so on.
But Feng Yuli was completely clean, with nothing on him, not even a trace of evil aura.
Without any markings, she couldn't trace back to find the next group of people, which made things a bit tricky.
Feng Xingchi looked at Nan Yuanman, who was lying in Feng Yuli's arms, her chubby face hunched over as she pondered. He found her incredibly cute and couldn't help but pull her out of Feng Yuli's arms. He asked in a high-pitched voice, "Yuanman, what are you looking for? Tell me and your second brother will help you find it."
Nan Yuanman snapped out of her daze, patted her head, and realized that she had been so busy looking for the mark on Feng Yuli after entering the house that she had forgotten to tell her father and brothers.
“It’s like this…” Nan Yuanman quickly sat up straight and recounted in detail what had happened to Feng Yuli.
Then she asked him, "Big brother, could you check if anyone in this villa has ever taken your personal belongings, or your hair, nails, blood, or even your birth date and time?"
Both formations and spells require a medium.
The mediums used in these sorcery practices are mostly shady and unsavory, but it is precisely because of these shady and unsavory things that they are often easily overlooked in daily life.
Feng Yuli listened and fell silent. He thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "I usually handle my own personal clothing, but... there are probably quite a few people who can get their hands on blood, hair, and nails."
In his early years, he worked as a Doctors Without Borders abroad, living a very frugal life. He even donated blood, and quite a few people were able to obtain his blood sample.
Nails and hair are even easier to get damaged.
After all, these things are rarely picked out and processed separately in the daily lives of ordinary people; they are usually just cut and thrown directly into the trash can.
He didn't know if someone would throw away trash in front of him and then someone else would rummage through it the next day.
Nan Yuanman frowned even more. In that case, the scope of people who need to be investigated will be much larger.
Worst of all, she doesn't know whether the person behind this is targeting Feng Yuli alone or others.
Nan Yuanman bit her nails, trying hard to recall how she could protect her brothers. As she thought, she rummaged through her small handbag.
The rest of the Feng family did not disturb her.
Feng Congqian pondered for a few seconds and then sent a message to Xuan Qingzi.
Xuan Qingzi didn't reply to the message, so he made a phone call directly and said bluntly, "That's not an array. If it were an array, even if it were perfectly destroyed, it would still leave a trace."
Nan Yuanman paused slightly as he rummaged through his small handbag, his ears twitching as he quietly pricked up his ears to eavesdrop: "According to what you said, after Yuanman stopped it, his luck and vitality returned to their original state, leaving no trace on his body. It is very likely that it was a forbidden technique."
Nan Yuanman blinked her small eyes and asked in confusion, "Forbidden technique?"
"That's right. I heard about this forbidden technique when I was young. It's a technique that was modified by those shady people in Japan. It's called the Treasure Stealing Technique."
"It is said that when the art of stealing fortune was still banned, Japanese Onmyoji used this technique to absorb the fortune of people with excellent destiny within their country to strengthen themselves and turn them into puppets."
"The luck of those puppets is connected to their masters; their luck is unbelievably good!"
Luck is a mysterious thing, but no one doesn't want it.
On the battlefield, a bit of good luck can save your life!
Nan Yuanman scratched his head: "But my grandfather said it's a formation..."
"Your grandfather? Old Man Nan? What does a coffin maker who only knows how to make coffins know?" Xuan Qingzi said irritably, "When he was young, he couldn't even distinguish between magic and formations!"
Nan Yuanman's eyes widened instantly. So, even the omnipotent grandfather had things he couldn't do?
After Xuan Qingzi finished speaking, he realized who he had just been talking to. He coughed lightly, his voice so gentle it could melt water: "Yuanman, your grandfather can only teach you so little. How about this, you come to Sanqing Temple and become my disciple, and I will teach you everything I know, how about it?"
Nan Yuanman politely declined: "No need, grandpa, I have my grandpa, that's enough."
Her methods of dealing with ghosts were always different from those of the people at the Sanqing Temple, and her philosophy was also slightly different, somewhat like a school of her own, so she didn't need to learn from anyone else.
"I can teach you not only magic, but also Gu magic. You can even learn to drive corpses if you want! I know everything. Don't you really want to?" Xuan Qingzi's voice sounded just like a wolf in sheep's clothing trying to lure a child.
Feng Jingcheng held back for a long time, but couldn't help but shout, "Me! Me! Master! I can become your disciple! I'm not picky! I can learn anything!"
Xuan Qingzi instantly turned cold: "You're too old, no thanks."
Feng Jingcheng: "?"
Feng Jingcheng broke down in defense: "I'm only in my twenties! I'm still young! How am I old!"
Nan Yuanman smiled, like a little fox secretly laughing. She looked at the phone in Feng Congqian's hand and said, "Forget about becoming his apprentice, grandpa, could you teach me how to break this spell?"
"I... I can give you money, or you can have a coffin if you want!"
Xuan Qingzi said regretfully, "...There's no need for a coffin."
"The way to break this spell is both simple and difficult: just find the caster and kill them."
"However, the casters are usually beneficiaries of the luck-stealing spell. They have extremely good luck, so killing them is not an easy task."
"It can also suppress magic in the short term. Just put the Golden Light Divine Incantation Talisman on him."
Nan Yuanman wrote it down carefully: "I understand, thank you, grandpa."
Hearing the soft, sweet voice coming from the receiver, Xuan Qingzi's tense face relaxed, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips. She said again, unwillingly, "Yuanman, you really aren't going to take the exam..."
"Beep beep beep..."
Xuan Qingzi: "???"
Xuan Qingzi took the phone off his ear and saw that Feng Congqian had hung up the phone at some point and then coldly and ruthlessly transferred 500,000 yuan to him.
The message box only displayed two words from him: "[Reward]".
Xuan Qingzi's anger vanished instantly, and he happily accepted the money. Now he had the funds to renovate the Sanqing Temple!
As expected of the Feng family! So wealthy and powerful!
but……
Xuan Qingzi stroked his chin. Wasn't this technique of stealing luck banned internationally? How come it has resurfaced?
He thought for a moment, then dialed the number again...
The Feng family.
Feng Congqian calmly put away his phone and looked at Nan Yuanman: "Are you no longer worried? With the Golden Light Divine Mantra Talisman protecting us, we have time to find out who's behind this."
Nan Yuanman nodded; what she lacked now was time.
She refused to believe that someone who performed the technique could really clean up their tail so thoroughly!
Just as Nan Yuanman was about to look through his old talisman inventory to see if Grandpa Nan had drawn any Golden Light Divine Mantra talismans, Yue Yaxin suddenly flew out of the small coffin.
She clutched her chest, looking at Nan Yuanman with a panicked expression: "Yuanman, I... I sensed something had happened to your uncle!"
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