Zhang Shimian and Zheng Feiyu were also shocked.
Zhang Shimian exclaimed, "Where did this child come from?! Does he have a death wish?!"
As he spoke, he took out talismans and sprinkled them on the female ghost who had turned into a vengeful spirit. He quickly came up behind Yuanman and reached out to take her away.
Before Zhang Shimian's hand could even touch Nan Yuanman, a scene that shocked him unfolded.
A small golden scarecrow rushed up right under his nose, its straw hand forming a circle, and slammed heavily into the female ghost's face.
The female ghost screamed and her figure flew backward, crashing heavily into the dark mass of resentment.
The little scarecrow then chased after it.
Zhang Shimian stared wide-eyed in shock: "I...go!"
What the hell is this? Is it some kind of magic trick of turning beans into soldiers?
No, wait, is it some kind of magic that turns grass into soldiers? What is this little scarecrow? How can it be so powerful?
Nan Yuanman felt a slight sense of relief and turned to look at Zhang Shimian, who was standing dumbfounded beside her: "Big brother, are you alright?"
Why does he look so dazed? Could it be that he was scared silly by the female ghost?
Before Zhang Shimian could speak, Jiang Lixuan walked over with a gloomy face and shouted angrily, "Nan Yuanman! Are you crazy?"
"You knew it was dangerous here and you still ran in! Are you an idiot? Do you think it's cool to play the hero?"
Nan Yuanman frowned unhappily and retorted, "You're the idiot! If it weren't for me, you would all be dead!"
Jiang Lixuan sneered: "Did I need you to save me? Did I beg you to save me?"
Nan Yuanman got angry too, glaring at him: "I didn't save you either, you were just an afterthought. I was supposed to save Brother Zheng."
"You!" Jiang Lixuan choked, even angrier.
What a convenient side effect!
Bai Wenying's child is just as ill-mannered as her!
Zheng Feiyu snapped out of his daze and looked at the two who were staring at each other, neither willing to back down, like needles clashing with swords. He felt a little helpless and said, "Alright, Brother Xuan, Yuanman did it to save us, so please stop arguing with her."
but……
Zheng Feiyu looked at the vengeful mass emanating from the screams with a complex and somewhat frightened expression, and asked, "Yuanman, did you know all along that this female ghost would come to cause trouble for the Zheng family?"
“I know!” Nan Yuanman nodded, her cheeks jiggling with her movements. “When I came here to beg for food today, I saw her clinging to Grandpa Zheng and the old man.”
She sighed, the little girl looking like a little adult: "I told you I was going to let you leave today."
Zhang Shimian frowned, his expression slightly serious as he looked Nan Yuanman up and down: "Since you've seen her, why don't you just take her in?"
Putting aside her age, just looking at the power of that little scarecrow she just threw out, she could have easily captured that female ghost.
Why let her harm people?
Subconsciously, Zhang Shimian felt a slight dislike for Nan Yuanman.
"Why did we take her in? This is a karmic connection between her and the Zheng family." Nan Yuanman said seriously, in a childish voice, "Grandpa said that interfering in other people's karma will get you struck by lightning."
Zheng Feiyu was somewhat distraught: "But I don't know her at all!"
“You don’t know her, but Old Man Zheng does.” Nan Yuanman blinked. “She was killed by Old Man Zheng.”
Zheng Feiyu instinctively retorted, "Impossible!"
Although he had little contact with his grandfather, he knew that his grandfather was not a bad person. His only bad habit was that he liked to drink, and after drinking, he would pull people aside and brag and preach.
He would never do something like killing someone!
Jiang Lixuan, who was initially feeling depressed, suddenly remembered something as he listened, and looked at Nan Yuanman with a complicated expression: "You... have entered the Dao?"
Nan Yuanman glanced at him, ignored him, and said, "If you don't believe me, just call Aunt Zheng over and ask her later."
"Just ask her if Grandpa Zheng killed a girl named Zhou Ying."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yuanman sensed something and turned to look at the dark mass of resentment.
A sharp shriek suddenly rang out from within the mass of resentment, and with a loud bang, the mass of resentment exploded, sending the little scarecrow flying out of the blast.
A red phantom transformed into a streak of light and darted outside: "You just wait! I'll be back! The Zheng family! They'll all die!!"
"Oh no!" Zhang Shimian's face darkened, and he hurriedly chased after her.
That female ghost has become a vengeful spirit; we can't let her escape, otherwise, the Zheng family will be in danger!
As soon as the red phantom disappeared, the eerie yin energy and resentment around it gradually faded, and the mourning hall that had been covered by the ghost returned to its original state.
Inside the mourning hall, candle ash was scattered all over the floor, the white sheet covering the body had fallen to the ground, the body was lying face down at the top of the stairs, and the person keeping vigil was lying unconscious on the ground.
"Auntie!" Zheng Feiyu quickly ran over and helped Aunt Zheng up from the ground.
Nan Yuanman was anxiously examining the little scarecrow's body.
The little scarecrow's once sturdy body had become disheveled, several blades of grass were sticking up on its head, and one leg was missing. It looked tattered and pitiful.
Nan Yuanman pouted, and her eyes instantly turned into the shape of fried eggs, tears streaming down her face: "Little Grass, waaaaah, does it hurt? Where did your feet go?"
Jiang Lixuan wanted to ask more, but seeing Nan Yuanman's red, teary-eyed appearance, he couldn't bring himself to ask the question.
I also feel a little uncomfortable in my chest.
He glanced at the tattered little scarecrow in her hand and said fiercely, "What are you crying about? It's just missing a leg, right? Just fix it!"
"It can't be fixed." Nan Yuanman's little face was dejected, and she looked extremely sad: "Grandpa made the little grass, and only Grandpa knows how to fix it."
Grandpa is sick now and needs to sleep for a long time, so there's no way he can get up to trim Xiaocao's toes.
She's so useless; she couldn't protect Grandpa, and she couldn't even protect the little grass.
Nan Yuanman became increasingly sad as she thought about it. Her lips trembled, and tears fell silently.
Other children cry at the top of their lungs, but Nan Yuanman cries silently, like a young animal drenched in rain, looking especially pitiful.
Jiang Lixuan looked at her, and for a moment it seemed as if he saw Bai Wenying crying in front of him a long time ago.
It was just as silent and unnoticed.
Jiang Lixuan felt a tightness in his chest, an unusual discomfort, and a little... heartache for her.
Nan Yuanman tenderly patted Xiaocao's head, "Waaaaah, Grandpa was right."
Interfering in other people's karma will bring divine retribution!
Her little grass has lost its feet, what will she do now!
Jiang Lixuan opened and closed his mouth, wanting to comfort her, but couldn't find any kind words to say. He clicked his tongue and said impatiently, "Stop crying! I'll fix it for you!"
Upon hearing this, Nan Yuanman stopped crying, her eyes red as she looked at him suspiciously: "You know how to cultivate?"
Jiang Lixuan's face tightened, and after a long while, he managed to utter a sentence: "I don't know how, but can't I learn it?"
It's just a scarecrow, what's so hard about tying it!
Nan Yuanman pouted and wiped away her tears: "Forget it, I don't trust you." She could learn too, and then she could personally repair Xiaocao!
This uncle doesn't like her, and he made her repair it; the little grass probably won't survive.
Jiang Lixuan felt a lump in his throat, and the inexplicable tenderness he felt vanished instantly. This brat! Not a single word he wanted to hear came out!
As the two stared at each other, Zheng Feiyu, who was helping Aunt Zheng up, felt her pulse gradually weakening.
Zheng Feiyu panicked and subconsciously turned to look at Nan Yuanman: "Yuanman, come quickly and check on my aunt. She seems... not well."
Nan Yuanman sniffed, went over to take a look, and said, "It's alright. Just put the small coffin I lent you in her hands, and she'll be fine in a bit."
Zheng Feiyu quickly placed the small coffin into Aunt Zheng's hands.
Just then, Zhang Shimian, who had gone out to chase the female ghost, returned, and his complexion was not good.
Zheng Feiyu asked him expectantly, "Taoist Master, have you caught that female ghost?"
Zhang Shimian: "She escaped."
Zheng Feiyu panicked: "What should we do?"
Before Zhang Shimian could answer, Aunt Zheng, who was being supported by Zheng Feiyu, opened her eyes groggily and weakly replied, "What do you mean, what should we do?"
Zheng Feiyu was overjoyed to see her awake and quickly asked, "Auntie, you're finally awake! Do you know a girl named Zhou Ying? What grudge does she have against our family?!"
When Aunt Zheng, who was still weak, heard the name Zhou Ying, her expression changed drastically, and she reacted extremely strongly: "Where did you hear that name? What grudge do you have against her! Our family has no grudge against her!"
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