novelraw Chapter 1447: Nightmare (Part 9)
Chapter 1447: Nightmare (Part 9)
Her appearance was just too eye-catching, so the first thing Duan Qianyang saw when he entered was her. He immediately recognized her as his niece, Feng Nianian.
He instinctively furrowed his brow, then looked at Xiu Xi, meanwhile scanning the surrounding area. He noticed the scattered memorial tablets on the ground and the chipped porcelain bowl, furrowing his brow even more. He put away his previous relaxed demeanor and asked Xiu Xi seriously, "Xiaoxi, what’s going on here?"
Xiu Xi was not good with words, and given that Ruan Jiaojiao’s situation couldn’t be exposed, Ruan Hao placed Ruan Jiaojiao into Xiu Xi’s arms and answered in his stead.
Of course, he didn’t mention anything about past life entanglements. He only said that since Old Mr. Duan had an accident before, Xiu Xi was worried about his safety. So he specifically hired someone to follow Feng Nianian, discovering that she repeatedly came to this funeral home. Fearing that she was up to no good again, he followed her and happened to catch her using blood to worship a stranger’s memorial tablet.
As for the rest, nothing was said, but Ruan Hao knew well the power of language. Just what he mentioned was enough to make Duan Qianyang suspicious. After all, whether he believed in those things or not, the fact was that three of Feng Nianian’s teenage brothers had died within a few years, and she was present each time. Now, Old Mr. Duan also had an accident, and she was still present. These were indisputable facts.
Whether Duan Qianyang believed it or not, Feng Nianian could not wash away the suspicions against her.
After hearing this, Duan Qianyang’s expression indeed changed.
He first glanced at Xiu Xi, and after Xiu Xi nodded, he then walked over to the memorial tablet, crouched down to take a look, and sure enough, it had Yuan Manman written on it.
He raised his head and asked Feng Nianian, "Nianian, tell Uncle, who is this Yuan Manman?"
Feng Nianian, with her head lowered, mechanically lifted her head upon hearing this, her dark pupils landing on Ruan Jiaojiao in Xiu Xi’s arms, laughing eerily like a monster.
This laughter, this look, paired with this funeral home—it was truly the epitome of horror.
Duan Qianyang, a man who had lived for decades and held a high position for many years, was frightened to the point that his whole body was covered in goosebumps by this sound.
Not to mention the others. Among the two big guys who had just tied up Feng Nianian, one was most afraid of this. Seeing Feng Nianian in this half-human, half-ghost state, he trembled with fear, quickly pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffing it directly into Feng Nianian’s mouth.
His actions were swift; before those around him could react, he had finished it all.
"..." Everyone else.
"Sorry, sorry, this little girl’s voice was just too scary. I... couldn’t take it," the big guy apologized to Duan Qianyang somewhat sheepishly, but despite the apology, he showed no intention of removing the handkerchief.
Duan Qianyang coughed awkwardly, helplessly looking at Xiu Xi, who was looking at Ruan Jiaojiao in his arms. Estimating the time, he said, "Let’s first burn the contents of this coffin. The wind outside is strong, and she might catch a chill. We’ll discuss the rest back home."
Having said that, Xiu Xi carefully held Ruan Jiaojiao as he walked out.
"???" Duan Qianyang stared blankly as he walked out.
After what Ruan Hao said, he felt warmly that this dear son really cared for him, but that feeling instantly turned cold.
In the middle of the night, he was called to an abandoned funeral home. They weren’t afraid of him getting scared or catching a cold, but instead worried about a cat getting chilled by the wind?