Before Xiao Qidong could even get angry, he mustered all his strength and ran towards Sun Jiajun, yelling, "Yuanman! Help me!!"
He hasn't lived enough yet. He doesn't have a wife, he's not married, and he hasn't given his parents any grandchildren. He doesn't want to die, nor does he want to give his body to someone else!
How could Nan Yuanman's short legs possibly outrun an adult? In addition, Jiang Huiqin's attack was too sudden, and by the time she reacted, it was too late.
He could only watch helplessly as the bloodstained safety pin fell just centimeters away from Sun Jiajun.
Sun Jiajun could get the pin as long as he reached out.
Sun Jiajun never expected that there would be a turning point in this matter. His lips twitched, and he slowly broke into a big smile.
He threw a provocative glance at Xiao Qidong, and slowly reached for the safety pin amidst Xiao Qidong's utterly devastated expression.
But just as he was about to grab the pin, a dark hand reached out and quickly snatched it away before he could.
Sun Jiajun and Jiang Huiqin's expressions froze instantly: "!!!"
"I'm telling you, do you and your son only see living people and not dead people?" Zhou Jingchuan quickly retreated to Nan Yuanman's side, clutching the safety pin, and couldn't help but complain, "Making such small gestures in front of ghosts, do you think the Ghost Eye is just for show?"
Nan Yuanman breathed a heavy sigh of relief and excitedly punched Zhou Jingchuan with her little fist: "Brother Zhou, you're amazing!"
Zhou Jingchuan chuckled shyly, "Thank you for the compliment, Master."
“Next, it’s your turn.” Nan Yuanman’s face was serious. “I’m giving you two choices. First, tell me who controlled you at Youlan Hospital, and I’ll summon the underworld officials to send you to the underworld for judgment.”
"Secondly, I'll just wipe you out."
Xiao Qidong and Feng Jingcheng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, twitched at the corners of their mouths upon hearing this: "..."
It sounds like there's only one option, right?
No normal person would choose the second option!
"No! I won't allow it!" Jiang Huiqin scrambled to Sun Jiajun's side, spreading her arms like a mother hen to block him, glaring at Nan Yuanman with intense hatred: "If you want to kill him, kill me first!"
She stared warily at Nan Yuanman, then suddenly turned around, her hands trembling as she gripped the black threads wrapped around Sun Jiajun: "Son, Mom will hold them off for you. You run first, go find Master Li. Master Li can definitely save you, he definitely can!"
But how could a living person like her possibly grasp the yin energy? The yin energy kept flowing out from between her fingers, and the more Jiang Huiqin tried to grasp it, the more she broke down.
She lost control and screamed hysterically, "You murderers! Killing my son once wasn't enough! You wanted to kill him a second time! I'm calling the police to arrest you!"
Xiao Qidong was furious: "Fine! Go ahead and report it! I want to see if the police arrest you or us!"
Looking at Jiang Huiqin's appearance, Nan Yuanman felt a strange tightness in her chest. She pursed her lips slightly, and just as she was about to speak, she saw the callus that her grandfather had created move slightly out of the corner of her eye.
Sensing something was wrong, she quickly shouted, "Auntie! Get out of the way!"
"Pfft..."
Xiao Qidong and Feng Jingcheng couldn't help but exclaim in unison, "Holy crap!!"
Jiang Huiqin's eyes widened slowly. She looked down at the ghostly claw that had pierced her chest, then stared in disbelief and confusion at Sun Jiajun, who was standing up from the ground: "Son...?"
Sun Jiajun's eyes were bloodshot, and he was in a state of madness due to the ups and downs. With red eyes, he said to Jiang Huiqin, "Mom...you love me so much, you would definitely be willing to sacrifice yourself for me, right?"
“I’m sorry, Mom…” Sun Jiajun’s hand trembled with ghostly energy, and the dense, eerie ghostly energy immediately enveloped Jiang Huiqin, frantically absorbing the life force and blood energy from her body: “If there is an afterlife, I will definitely repay you properly.”
Jiang Huiqin's life force vanished rapidly, her muscles atrophied quickly, her eyes trembled as she stared intently at Sun Jiajun, her mouth opened and closed, and she died without uttering a single word.
In the blink of an eye, a living person turned into a dried-up corpse, leaving no soul behind, which was completely absorbed by Sun Jiajun.
"Bang!"
Jiang Huiqin's body fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.
Xiao Qidong was heartbroken. He burst into a tirade: "Sun Jiajun, you son of a bitch! That's your mother! She just did something utterly despicable for you! And you, you actually..."
"You son of a bitch, you deserve to go to hell!"
"What right do you have to talk to me like that! If you hadn't resisted, my mother wouldn't have died! It's all because of you! It's all because of you!"
Sun Jiajun let out a shrill cry, his ghostly aura surging, causing Xiao Qidong and Feng Jingcheng's blood to boil and their heads to buzz.
The servants, who had already been knocked unconscious by the ghostly aura, had blood trickling from their ears, noses, and mouths.
Nan Yuanman quickly formed hand seals and threw out several talismans that landed in various parts of the manor, forming a golden semi-circle to protect the ordinary people inside.
Nan Yuanman's face darkened: "I've changed my mind. For a ghost like you, the only way is to annihilate your soul!"
To hell with mercy, to hell with gradual planning, to hell with rules!
Nan Yuanman, wielding the copper coin sword, charged out like a cannonball with her small figure, while Zhuangzhuang and Xiaocao provided cover for her in perfect harmony.
Sun Jiajun laughed disdainfully, and the ferocious ghostly energy behind him condensed into countless ghostly claws that reached towards Nan Yuanman: "You little bitch, do you still think I'm the same person I was before? My ghostly power has greatly increased now, you are no match for me at all!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Yuanman used her copper coin sword to cut off the ghost claw that was grabbing at her. With a flick of her free hand, she threw Xiao Hong out of her small satchel.
Xiao Hong, who was already in dire need of a large amount of Yin energy to repair the cracks in the coffin lid, instantly grew larger the moment she was thrown out, like a ferocious beast opening its huge mouth and swallowing him whole.
Sun Jiajun: "!!!"
As his consciousness faded, only one last thought remained in his mind—
Damn it, this kid has no sportsmanship!
"Who would want to fight you when Little Red is around?" Nan Yuanman nimbly somersaulted in the air, landed lightly, pouted, and muttered to herself.
She's not stupid. Sun Jiajun is emanating black energy, as if he's been enhanced. If she were to go and get hurt, her grandfather would be heartbroken and sad.
She was just making a feint to scare him; it was Xiao Hong who actually did it.
After all, it's good to keep the good stuff in the family. It's not easy to have such a strong yin energy, so it's perfect for Xiao Hong to absorb and repair the cracks in the lid.
Nan Yuanman imitated the Kung Fu Panda's movements from the animated film, elegantly putting the copper coin sword into her small satchel. However, because her arms were too short, she couldn't put it in right away and it ended up stuck on the strap.
Nan Yuanman couldn't stop himself and started playing an erhu tune on the strap of his small shoulder bag.
Feng Jingcheng: "...Pfft."
Xiao Qidong didn't dare to laugh out loud, and turned around to turn on the vibration mode.
The tense and serious atmosphere dissipated considerably in an instant.
Nan Yuanman tried her best to remain calm, but her little face was all pink and chubby. She awkwardly put away the copper coin sword, and her round eyes looked at Feng Jingcheng with a particularly resentful expression.
Feng Jingcheng coughed lightly, changing the subject: "Ahem... Has the matter been resolved?"
Nan Yuanman pouted: "It's all over. I've already taken care of him."
"It's just..." Her gaze fell on Jiang Huiqin, who had become a dried corpse on the ground: "What should we do with this aunt?"
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