The object enshrined on the shrine seemed to sense Nan Yuanman's gaze. It made a clicking sound from beneath it, as if turning its head to meet Nan Yuanman's gaze, as if mocking her.
Look, so what if you have great talent and strength?
Is it possible to save all living beings?
You're a piece of trash.
Nan Yuanman got angry at what she had imagined. Her little face tightened, and she strode over with her short legs, kicking over the shrine.
The offerings on the shrine tumbled to the ground and rolled to the feet of Namgyal Man.
Nan Yuanman raised his foot, preparing to stomp it to pieces.
At the same time, in the living room of the villa, Zhou Wenxuan, who was lying on the floor asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.
He propped himself up with one hand and slowly sat up, then peeled off the sleeping talisman stuck to his forehead: "...What a waste, a sleeping talisman with not much spiritual power can make you fall asleep."
“However…” Zhou Wenxuan gazed in the direction of the swimming pool, slowly raised his hand, and twisted red lines emerged from his palm.
The red thread gradually transformed into the shape of a small person, and then slowly branched out to pass through the heart of the small person.
"Heaven has been kind to me, giving me the opportunity to test the strength of this ominous star..."
So, Zhou Baiyu, this pawn, even though he was wasted, still had some value.
The basement of the swimming pool.
Unaware of anything, Nan Yuanman stomped on the thing wrapped in red cloth and smashed it. She seemed to hear a sharp, angry howl.
But soon, the voice disappeared again.
Nan Yuanman listened intently but did not hear the voice again. She was also very careful not to touch it directly with her hands. Instead, she took out purification talismans, cleansing talismans, yin-removing talismans, thunder and fire talismans, and so on, and threw them all onto the red cloth.
Just then, a powerful surge of yin energy suddenly erupted from within the red cloth.
The yin energy and the talisman collided, unleashing a powerful shockwave that caused Nan Yuanman to stumble and stagger back a few steps. He instinctively closed his eyes, his hands still protecting the tabby cat in his arms.
The instant she closed her eyes, a tiny, invisible red worm, propelled by the air currents, leaped toward Nan Yuanman's ear!
Little Red darted out of the small handbag, opened the coffin lid, and was about to swallow the little worm.
But in the next second, the little insect turned into a dense mass of red threads, which wrapped tightly around the small coffin, as if it wanted to swallow it whole.
Nan Yuanman struggled to open her eyes and saw Xiao Hong in danger. She panicked and cried out, "Xiao Hong!"
Without much thought, she took out offensive talismans from her small handbag and hurled them at the red silk thread.
The talisman burst into flames when it struck the silk thread.
Even so, they still wouldn't let go of Little Red, even if they were burned, they would take it with them.
This deterred Nanmanyuan from attacking.
In her haste, she grabbed Xiaocao and Zhuangzhuang and threw them out: "Quick! Go help Xiaohong!"
Without saying a word, Xiaocao and Zhuangzhuang rushed towards the red silk thread and cut the thread binding Xiaohong.
But these red threads seemed to be alive, growing too fast. If one broke, two more would grow back, making them impossible to cut in a short time.
Not to mention it went crazy, determined to take Little Red away.
Nan Yuanman tried to calm herself down. She remembered her grandfather saying that any lack of composure in battle would lead to a painful lesson. Holding back her tears, she settled the tabby cat, quickly pulled out her peach wood sword, rushed over, and gritted her teeth to cut the silk threads.
As she cut the silk threads, she reached out and grabbed Little Red, pulling her away with all her might: "You bastard! Don't even think about taking my Little Red away!"
The red threads refused to let go of Little Red, and continued to devour her, even separating some threads to disrupt and attack Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman stubbornly refused to let go, blocking the red threads while trying to pull Xiao Hong away.
But her strength was still too weak, and she was no match for the red thread. Soon, Little Red was swallowed halfway.
Nan Yuanman became extremely anxious. Veins bulged on her forehead, and the merit within her spiritual platform transformed into streams of light, rapidly flowing through her meridians.
"Let go of my Little Red!!" Nan Yuanman shouted, her face flushed. She suddenly felt a surge of power and forcefully pulled Little Red out.
The peach wood sword in his hand was covered with a layer of golden light, and with a swish, it quickly cut the red thread.
This time, the red thread seemed to react with sulfuric acid, making a hissing sound as it quickly melted and dissipated.
"Bang--!"
In the living room, the little figure drawn with red thread on Zhou Wenxuan's palm suddenly exploded, blasting his palm to pieces.
"Ugh!" Zhou Wenxuan groaned, his face turning deathly pale. He clutched his hand and knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief: "The power of merit?"
How could she, a star of misfortune, possess the power of merit?
How could an inauspicious star possibly retain the power of merit?!
You must know that those who become ominous stars must have committed heinous crimes in their past lives, and are evil ghosts who have risen from the eighteenth level of hell! Such people carry karmic debts that they can never repay in ten lifetimes!
She can't accumulate any merit she has; she'll use it to repay her karmic debts! She simply can't hold onto it!
But... Nan Yuanman actually possesses the power of merit?!
What on earth is going on? Could it be that Master's divination was wrong? Is Nanmanyuan not the ominous star that was predicted to ruin all their important affairs?!
Zhou Wenxuan looked on with surprise and uncertainty.
Where exactly did things go wrong?
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Nan Yuanman held Xiao Hong tightly, panting heavily. Her face was flushed and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. It took her a long time to recover.
Her hands were still trembling from the force she had used, and she was tightly clutching the little red bag she had managed to snatch back.
After regaining her senses, Nan Yuanman hurriedly checked on Xiao Hong. When she saw that the half of the coffin lid where Xiao Hong had been swallowed had turned black, her eyes welled up with tears, and she burst into tears: "Waaaaah! Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong, you've become ugly!"
Having finally managed to knock out the burly man, Feng Jingcheng, who had come in bruised and battered looking for Nan Yuanman, panicked the moment he heard her crying: "Yuanman! What happened, Yuanman?!"
Xie Shuyao, who had just knocked Zhou Baiyu unconscious, was also stunned. She quickly ran over and hugged her, saying, "What's wrong, my darling? Why are you crying? Did I scare you by being too fierce? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't cry."
"Waaaaah... Sixth Brother, Little Red, Little Red, waaaaah..." Nan Yuanman cried so miserably that tears and snot streamed down her face. She held up the small coffin in her hands to Feng Jingcheng, who had run over.
Feng Jingcheng looked closely and saw that half of the originally red coffin had turned black, and it looked... like... the paint had chipped off?
Feng Jingcheng quickly reassured her, "It's just a little paint chipped off, it's nothing, I'll help you fix it when we get back."
Nan Yuanman asked with teary eyes, "Zun Du? Is Zun Du just peeling paint?"
“Zun Du!” Feng Jingcheng: “Sixth brother swears to you.”
Nan Yuanman barely managed to stop crying. Even while crying, she didn't forget the important matter. She sobbed as she took out a talisman and embedded it into the wall.
Unseen by ordinary people, the water rippled out, and the red dome on the wall that had been blocking the souls of cats and dogs was broken.
"Meow—!"
"Woof woof woof!!"
Accompanied by sharp cat and dog cries, the cat and dog spirits suddenly burst out from the wall and rushed straight towards Zhou Baiyu, who was lying on the ground!
"Let's... let's go rescue the other cats and dogs," Nan Yuanman sobbed, taking Feng Jingcheng's hand and walking towards other rooms.
As for Zhou Baiyu...
Let him experience the pain of being tortured to death.
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