Chapter 20: Ye Nan's Life Hanging by a Thread

  But Fang Wei didn't let Ye Nan rest at all, dragging him from the sofa to the second floor activity room.

  Ye Nan looked at the scattered sports equipment on the ground, not knowing which one Fang Wei wanted him to practice. However, to his surprise, Fang Wei only asked him to do push-ups and sit-ups.

  Ye Nan heard this simple task, laughed and thought to himself "Others may not be able to do it, but these two things, I've practiced enough in school." He did twenty push-ups on the ground with a "huff" sound, panted slightly and smiled proudly: "Now can I go rest?"

  Upon hearing this, Fang Wei sneered and smiled, making Ye Nan feel a sense of foreboding. As expected, Fang Wei nodded with a smile and replied, "En...not bad, continue to complete three hundred more of each and you can rest." Before he finished speaking, Ye Nan let out a blood-curdling scream, fell to the ground, and lay motionless.

  Like this, Ye Nan under Fang Wei's tyranny, after doing three hundred push-ups and three hundred sit-ups in several installments, finally lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog.

  After resting for half a day, I struggled back to the room, took a simple shower, and fell onto the bed without moving again.

  It was midnight, and Ye Nan and Fang Wei were already fast asleep. In his dream, Ye Nan's master was explaining the application of several medium-grade talismans, including the Water Spirit Talisman. The little Daoist child occasionally interrupted to ask a few questions, and the two master and disciple exchanged questions and answers, analyzing the talismans very thoroughly. All of this left a deep impression on Ye Nan's mind.

  Downstairs, not far away, Lao Dao and his three subordinates were sneaking around in a corner, peeking towards the villa. Lao Dao stretched his head to take a look, it was pitch black everywhere, and the security guard had just passed by, at least an hour or two would pass before he came again. He asked uncertainly: "Are you sure that kid is inside the villa?"

  The two men beside him nodded vigorously: "That kid went into the house and never came out, we've been watching closely, absolutely no mistake!"

  The old man nodded excitedly: "That's good, wait for me to handle things, and there will be a heavy reward!"

  The three people next to him, upon hearing that there would be a generous reward, were also excited. Following this old Daoist may be tiring, but the old Daoist's rewards are much more generous than Yang's. Since he said it would be a generous reward, it wouldn't be a small amount.

  Several people have already begun to fantasize about how to spend the money, but they haven't thought that the money hasn't arrived yet. However, they are not worried at all, as this old Taoist's skills are quite impressive. Who knows, maybe after a short while, things will be settled and they can go back to the hotel to sleep.

  The old Taoist carefully pulled out a peach wood figurine from his pocket, with Ye Nan's two strands of hair tied on its head. The old Taoist looked at the figurine with a pleased and sinister smile, then took out a yellow talisman and stuck it onto the figurine.

  Everything was ready, the old Taoist ordered the three to guard against the wind around them, then sat down with his legs crossed, placed the small wooden man on his knees, bit his finger and dripped two drops of blood on it, then pointed his right hand's index and middle fingers like a sword, closed his eyes slightly, muttered some words, concentrated his spirit and energy, drew unknown talismans towards the small wooden man, after drawing for a while, his eyes suddenly glowed fiercely, he grasped his right wrist with his left hand, pointed at the small wooden man and shouted in a low voice: "Soul disperses, spirit moves, command!"

  As soon as the voice fell, Xiaomu Ren trembled. At the same time, Ye Nan, who was sleeping soundly in the villa, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head like a needle stab, and let out a "yah" cry, waking up from his dream, inexplicably hugging his head and rolling around on the bed.

  The old man saw the small wooden man move twice, knowing that the other party was in the villa, his mind calmed down, and he thought to himself: "Fell into my Nailing Soul Technique, unless you're a Golden Elixir master, otherwise after seven times, heh heh..."

  Collect your thoughts, focus your mind and silently recite two sentences. Then, pointing at the small wooden man again, he said in a low voice: "Disperse the soul, move the spirit, command!"

  Ye Nan was lying on the bed with a splitting headache, feeling as if his spirit was floating away. A flash of insight in his mind made him feel uneasy, so he forced himself to sit up cross-legged and focus his energy. However, he found that his consciousness was completely disordered and he couldn't calm down or concentrate at all.

  In the midst of panic, a small jade pendant on his chest flashed with golden light, and a cool sensation penetrated into the Purple Mansion. His mind suddenly cleared up, and Ye Nan quickly took advantage of the opportunity to gather his energy and concentrate his spirit, pouring his consciousness into the Purple Mansion. Concentrating his mind to investigate, he saw that the spiritual energy in the Purple Mansion was scattered, but there were no other problems found.

  Just as he was in a state of confusion, another severe pain hit his head, and Ye Nan's consciousness began to blur. He sat cross-legged unsteadily and fell backwards onto the bed. Ye Nan felt like his head was about to split open, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, knowing that if his consciousness scattered, he would probably disappear into nothingness.

  The old Taoist used the Soul Nailing Technique three times in a row, and was already sweating profusely on his forehead, but that little guy just shook even harder, without any other reaction. The old Taoist let out an angry hum, thinking: "This kid really has some skills, he actually withstood three soul nailings, I'll go all out!"

  With a fierce glint in his eye, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the small wooden man, then let out a low growl and pointed at it fiercely.

  Ye Nan was shocked by this, and his mind was shaken. Just as he was about to dissipate, the jade pendant on his chest flashed a golden light, and a cool breath entered the Purple Mansion, quickly stabilizing Ye Nan's mind. Moreover, in that instant of cool breath, a scene suddenly flashed through his mind: an old Taoist sat cross-legged under a tree, muttering to himself, and then pointed at a small wooden man with a fierce finger.

  As the old Taoist pointed downwards with his finger, Ye Nan's brain hurt again, and the scene just now disappeared. Ye Nan finally understood that he had been calculated by someone. He felt that the old Taoist was not far from here, and after careful consideration, the tree looked very familiar. A flash of inspiration in his mind: That's right, it was the tree dozens of meters behind the house.

  Yè Nán, who had sobered up, struggled to reach for the glass of water on the bedside table and flung it at the wall opposite him. The glass shattered with a loud "crash".

  In just over ten seconds, the door was pushed open with a "bang", and Fang Wei rushed in wearing his pajamas, turned on the light, and saw Ye Nan lying on the bed with his eyes tightly closed, his forehead bulging with anger, his teeth clenched, and his face purplish-blue. He asked urgently: "Nan Zi, what's wrong?"

  Ye Nan heard the voice, let out a breath, endured the severe pain that was attacking his head, and slightly opened his eyes, saying with difficulty: "Wei Zi, quickly...the Taoist under the tree behind the house, kill him..."

  Fang Wei was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, rushing out the door and running back to his own room. He pulled out a handgun from under his pillow, releasing the safety as he ran towards the activity room at the back.

  At this moment, Lao Dao's face was full of sinister intent, and he pointed again, letting out a low growl. The small wooden man shook once more. As his mind suddenly went blank, another wave of intense pain hit him, and Ye Nan finally couldn't hold on anymore. His vision turned black, and he fell backwards, his consciousness dispersing like mist...

  Fang Wei rushed to the window of the activity room, crouched down and took a glance outside. Ye Nan was right, there was indeed someone lurking under the tree behind the house, whether it was a Taoist or not was unknown, but next to him were three others keeping watch.

  Fang Wei didn't dare to think too much, his eyes turned cold, and he slightly narrowed them. He raised the gun with a faint "psst" sound from the silencer. The old Tao's face was filled with incredulity, his hand still raised, and a small hole on his forehead began to ooze blood.

  Immediately followed by three connected "hī, hī... hī" sounds, the four of them were completely defeated!

  As the old Taoist fell, a green lantern thousands of miles away also went out. A low, muffled voice exclaimed in surprise: "Huh... how did Hu San's primordial soul lamp go out? Could it be..."

  Then a low and stern voice shouted: "Hu Si, you quickly go to Dongjiang, find out the cause of Hu San's death for me! See who destroyed Hu San like this..."