Yue Yaxin reacted quickly, reaching out to grab the yellow paper figure that lunged at her.
Xie Qingya, who was trapped inside the paper doll, was going crazy. She had been planning for so many years, and she was about to revive Ahao! But Feng Congqian had actually come out and ruined her plan again!
Now everything is ruined!
Ah Hao has no chance of being resurrected!
Xie Qingya struggled desperately against Yue Yaxin's grasp, yelling at Feng Congqian in a shrill voice, "What sins have I committed to deserve giving birth to such a bastard like you! I should have strangled you the moment you were born!"
"You, you're just like your damned father! You're my nemesis! My jinx!"
"What do Ah-hao and I owe you?! Why do you keep ruining my plans?!"
Faced with his biological mother's angry scolding and accusations, a hint of sadness flashed across Feng Congqian's eyes, but his handsome face remained remarkably calm, without much expression.
Nan Yuanman was furious. Like an enraged little tiger, she strode forward, snatched the paper figure from Yue Yaxin's hand, and threw her forcefully to the ground: "You're not allowed to insult my father! My father is the best person in the world!"
"You shameless old witch! You, you're the real scoundrel! You're a complete and utter villain!"
"You little bitch! Do you have to interrupt me when I'm talking to my son?" Xie Qingya was thrown to the ground but still verbally abusive, cursing everyone present like a madwoman: "Didn't your mother teach you not to interrupt adults?"
"Oh right, I forgot, you're nothing but an uneducated bastard of unknown origin, trying to curry favor with the Feng family. What kind of good upbringing could you possibly have?"
Feng Congqian's face darkened, a cold expression appearing on his face. He raised his hand to protect Nan Yuanman behind him, looking down at Xie Qingya with a cold stare: "Shut up."
"You have no right to judge my daughter."
"How can I not be qualified!" Xie Qingya didn't expect Feng Congqian to speak to her like this for a bastard child, and immediately raised her voice: "I am your mother!"
"Didn't you just say you didn't want to give birth to my father? Now you're admitting you're my father's mother? Ms. Xie, are you contradicting yourself?"
Feng Xingchi felt a bit better. He sat up, clutching his aching chest, and sneered.
Xie Qingya: "You, you all—!"
When Feng Junhao opened his eyes, he saw this chaotic scene. He sighed helplessly and said weakly and wearily, "Mom, please say less."
"Ah Hao! Ah Hao!" Hearing her beloved child's voice, Xie Qingya struggled to her feet and ran towards Feng Junhao, anxiously asking, "How are you? Are you alright?"
"Feng Congqian! If you have a problem, come at me! Don't make things difficult for your older brother!" Xie Qingya stopped abruptly less than half a meter away from Yue Yaxin and roared at Feng Congqian.
Both of them were children she carried for ten months and gave birth to, yet her favoritism was so obvious.
For some reason, Nan Yuanman felt a little sad. She frowned and moved closer to Feng Congqian, silently patting his thigh to offer him support.
Feng Congqian lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the small, warm figure standing at his feet, and a warm feeling rose in his heart.
"Perfection" means caring for him.
He reached out and gently stroked Nan Yuanman's soft hair to comfort her before slowly raising his eyes to look at Xie Qingya: "Of course I won't make things difficult for my elder brother. My purpose in coming here this time is to send my elder brother and sister-in-law to the underworld and you to prison."
Xie Qingya reacted strongly to the word "underworld": "Ah Hao isn't dead! What are you sending him to the underworld for! I won't allow you to send him to the underworld!"
"Are you serious?" Feng Xingchi's expression was complicated: "Your uncle's body was burned to ashes, and he's still not dead?"
"Isn't it you who's here? Good child, for your uncle and for your three younger brothers, you will definitely help your uncle, right?" Xie Qingya looked at Feng Xingchi with expectant eyes.
Feng Xingchi: "...That's not right."
Feng Junhao looked at Xie Qingya with a headache, wanting to end this farce: "Mom, even if you don't want to accept reality, you have to understand that I'm already dead!"
"The dead cannot be brought back to life! No matter how much you try to revive me, I cannot come back to life!!"
Feng Junhao paused for a moment, then dropped a bombshell: "Even if you resurrect me, I will find a chance to end my own life!"
Feng Junhao's life is over. Even if he is resurrected in another body, he will not be the real him.
Living like that is worse than being dead.
Xie Qingya was devastated. She swayed and sat down heavily on the ground. "Why? Ah Hao, why would you think that? Don't you want to be with Mom forever?"
“Mingming… when you were little, what you told your mother most often was that you would always be by her side and stay with her…”
Over the years, Xie Qingya had heard Feng Junhao's advice, but she always felt that it wasn't what he truly felt. After all, if a person can live, how could they possibly want to die?
But she never expected Feng Junhao's attitude to be so firm and resolute.
What do you mean... even if he were resurrected, he would still end his own life again?
Doesn't he want to be her good boy and stay by her side forever?
Xie Qingya was unusually confused.
Nan Yuanman looked at the little paper figure sitting on the ground, then at Yue Yaxin who hadn't said much, and said, "Aunt, give her back her body first."
Xie Qingya has been spending a lot of time with evil spirits, which has drastically shortened her lifespan, making her even worse off than ordinary people. In addition, she is currently experiencing extreme joy and sorrow, and if Yue Yaxin continues to possess her body, it will easily lead to her committing murderous acts.
Yue Yaxin didn't ask why, and decisively broke free from Xie Qingya's body. Nan Yuanman raised her hand and hooked the small paper figure on the ground into her hand.
Nan Yuanman roughly pulled Xie Qingya's soul out, then mercilessly pressed it back into her broken body, forcing her soul back in.
Xie Qingya felt a sudden darkness before her eyes. When she opened them again, she felt soreness and exhaustion throughout her body, and a faint taste of blood rose in her throat. She felt cold and tired.
After dealing with Xie Qingya, Nan Yuanman took the scarecrow that had fallen to the ground and was sealing Feng Junhao's soul, and destroyed the white talismans and formations on it.
With his restraints gone, Feng Junhao's soul slowly began to appear before everyone.
This was the first time Nan Yuanman had seen this nominal uncle. He was very handsome, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and had a very refined demeanor.
This shows that he was a man of excellent character, elegant speech, and gentle personality during his lifetime.
Feng Junhao was surprised that he could escape from that pure white space so easily. He awkwardly moved his fingers and looked at Nan Yuanman with gentle eyes: "You are Aqian's daughter, right? I am your uncle. It's nice to meet you."
He chuckled softly and made a small joke: "Unfortunately, I haven't prepared any gift right now, so I can only owe you one for now and repay you in the next life."
Nan Yuanman nodded her little head earnestly and greeted him politely, "Hello, Uncle."
Feng Congqian looked at his elder brother, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, pursed his thin lips, and said slowly, "Brother, it's been a long time."
"Long time no see, Ah Qian." Feng Junhao sighed softly, his expression complicated. "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I've made you suffer."
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