Zhong Xueliu was furious. She opened her mouth to call Zhang Shimian a beast, but Nan Yuanman's small fist blocked her way, making her howl in pain.
Only after venting all her anger did Nan Yuanman get up from her, muttering, "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, Jiang Tianzong would have told me where that scoundrel was hiding!"
"A blind and heartless pushover! Humph!"
Zhang Shimian's lips twitched slightly: "..." Is he blind in both eyes and mind?
Hearing her mutterings, Zhong Xueliu felt both frustrated and angry, on the verge of exploding. With a swollen face, she retorted, "How was I supposed to know that old man was the bad guy! He didn't have any evil aura!"
From her perspective, Jiang Tianzong was full of ghostly energy, without a trace of evil, and was still an ordinary person. Of course, she would think that Nan Yuanman was the evil one who created so much ghostly energy and evil spirits!
Who knows...
Zhong Xueliu bit her lip, feeling extremely frustrated. This was the first time she had ever been tricked by an ordinary person! How infuriating!
What Zhong Xueliu was even more unwilling to admit was that if Jiang Tianzong hadn't thrown out that talisman, she wouldn't have known he was the bad guy; she would have thought he was the ordinary person who needed protection...
"His leg is injured, he shouldn't have gone far. I'll go catch him!" Zhong Xueliu said through gritted teeth, then turned and chased after Jiang Tianzong in the direction he had fled.
Zhang Shimian then stepped forward and asked Nan Yuanman, "Yuanman, what's going on?"
Nan Yuanman looked unhappy and ignored Zhang Shimian. She took out a medicine talisman and ran towards Feng Congqian. She stood on tiptoe and tugged at his injured arm: "Give me your hand."
Feng Congqian knelt down with her help, looking at Nan Yuanman's heartbroken eyes that were red with worry, and coaxed her gently, "It's okay, it really doesn't hurt."
"Besides, this is my achievement of saving our little princess."
Nan Yuanman pursed her lips, her eyes reddening as she lowered her head, muttering, "The princess is capable; she doesn't need anyone to save her at the cost of injury."
What she hates most is seeing someone get hurt because of her, as it makes her feel powerless.
Nan Yuanman thought to herself that she must work harder to cultivate and become even stronger. If she were stronger, she would have been able to dodge the attack on her own, and her father wouldn't have been hurt.
Feng Congqian's heart softened, and he didn't argue with her. He comforted her, "Okay, then I'll wait for the princess to come and save me from now on, okay?"
Nan Yuanman nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
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At this moment, Jiang Tianzong did not run towards the manor gate, fearing that he would be caught by Nan Yuanman before he could get out.
He dragged his feet into the thick grass and ran straight towards the back gate of the manor, looking back as he ran, afraid that he would be caught.
Just as he was about to run out the door, a pale hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed Jiang Tianzong by the neck.
Jiang Tianzong: "!!!"
His expression changed, and he opened his mouth to speak, but the hand gripping his neck suddenly tightened its grip.
"Crack..." A faint sound of bone cracking rang out. Jiang Tianzong's eyes bulged, and his body fell heavily to the ground, his neck twisted and his limbs twitching wildly.
Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard a childish whisper in his ear: "I could have spared your life, but unfortunately, the people from 908 got involved. I can only ask you to die now."
"Old Li's judgment of people is really bad. Such a useless person can't do any harm to the ominous star at all."
"But today wasn't a complete loss..." The childish voice gradually faded away, and Jiang Tianzong's world was plunged into complete darkness. After one last violent convulsion, he lost his breath.
A few minutes later, Zhong Xueliu caught up and saw Jiang Tianzong lying on the ground.
Zhong Xueliu's expression changed slightly. She quickly ran over to him and reached out to check his breath: "He's not breathing."
"Damn it!" Zhong Xueliu cursed through gritted teeth, angrily looking around, "Who did this! Come out here!"
The surroundings were empty, with only Zhong Xueliu's voice echoing continuously.
Zhong Xueliu stamped her foot, took out her phone and called Department 908: "Master, I'm late, someone's died here, please have Senior Brother come over..."
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After Nan Yuanman cured Feng Congqian with a medicinal talisman, he took out a talisman to expel yin energy and a purification talisman to completely purify the remaining ghost energy and yin energy in the entire manor.
Feng Congqian and the others went to settle the guests, helping the stunned guests to sit on the sofas to prevent them from falling after they regained consciousness.
Zhang Shimian followed Nan Yuanman like a little tail, chattering away as he introduced Zhong Xueliu's background to her: "Zhong Xueliu is from Department 908, which has existed since the Republic of China era."
"It is said that the higher-ups wanted to deal with some paranormal events that science could not solve, but since the establishment of the New Xia Kingdom, 908 has disappeared from the public eye."
"The people in 908 right now are all junior members of sects that still exist. The person in charge is the current head of Longhu Mountain. The person you hit just now is his junior sister."
"Besides Longhu Mountain, there's Maoshan, Baiyun Temple, Lushan Sect, and so on."
"The juniors from all factions who can get into 908 are all capable and proud. So, Zhong Xueliu is impulsive and doesn't speak very well."
As Zhang Shimian spoke, he changed the subject: "Of course, they are still a tiny bit short of perfection."
“Moreover…” Zhang Shimian looked at Nan Yuanman, a hint of worry in his eyes: “The strength you have shown this time will be highly valued by 908. They are very likely to extend an olive branch to you and ask you to join them.”
Nan Yuanman responded with an "oh," and said flatly, "No."
Zhang Shimian just said a lot, but I didn't hear him mention that there were any people from the Sanqing Temple in 908.
This shows that the so-called 908 department is not easy to get along with.
Besides, she just had a falling out with Zhong Xueliu. Would she join 908 to get bullied by her?
She doesn't want to!
As if on cue, a group of strangers—three men and three women—dressed in black uniforms stormed into the manor just after Nan Yuanman had finished purifying the yin energy within.
The man in the lead was tall and had fair skin. He had a scar on his left cheek and looked particularly menacing.
Feng Yuli and Feng Xingchi cautiously approached Nan Yuanman. The man stopped half a meter away from them and showed his identification: "Zhuang Hetai, Special Department 908, Beijing."
"Excuse me, my junior colleague just called me and said there's been a murder here. Where is she right now?"
Feng Yuli and Feng Xingchi exchanged bewildered glances: "A murder case?"
They just checked, and the guest is fine; he's just blinded by the ghostly aura and hasn't woken up yet.
Before they could even ask who had died, Zhong Xueliu's voice came from afar: "Here! Here! Senior Brother! He's here!"
Zhuang Hetai and Feng Yuli nodded politely and led their men quickly toward Zhong Xueliu.
Nan Yuanman and Feng Yuli exchanged glances and followed.
As soon as Zhuang Hetai approached Zhong Xueliu, he saw her bruised and swollen face. He frowned and asked, "Junior sister, what happened to your face?"
Zhang Shimian couldn't help but chuckle. Zhong Xueliu's face flushed red, and she glared at him fiercely, avoiding his gaze. She pointed at Jiang Tianzong, about to speak.
Nan Yuanman's voice broke in: "You killed my grandfather?"
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