PFC Chapter 432: The Nightmare Talisman performs a great service, and the Heavenly Book is exposed?
Chapter 432: The Nightmare Talisman performs a great service, and the Heavenly Book is exposed?
Downstairs, Rong Shu, dressed in black as a swordsman, calmly ordered a table of wine and food. While drinking and eating, he used his spiritual sense to investigate Feng Qingming.
"Fifth Miss...are you okay?"
"No, I can't do it anymore... Get out of the way!"
"..."
Feng Qingming went back and forth to the toilet several times.
I don’t know if it’s a “psychological effect”, but Feng Qingming always feels like his mouth is full of the taste of shit, and he feels nauseous.
Even after using the cleaning technique several times in a row to clean the toilet inside and out, I could still smell the smell of shit.
"vomit……"
Two hours later, the effect of the Five Grains Reincarnation Pill weakened, and Feng Qingming finally walked out of the toilet.
"Check! Check the food in the kitchen to see if it's unclean!" A look of deep disgust flashed across Feng Qingming's extremely exhausted face.
Since he was here for an inspection, Feng Qingming tried the dishes at Songzhu Pavilion.
So after having diarrhea, her first reaction was to suspect that the dishes at Songzhu Pavilion were not clean.
The manager didn't dare to breathe and nodded repeatedly.
But after checking again and again, no problem was found.
Feng Qingming originally wanted to wait for the result, but after a while, she inexplicably felt the urge to defecate. Her face changed, and she didn't care about checking the accounts anymore. She hurriedly covered her stomach and left.
Rong Shu saw Feng Qingming leaving Songzhu Pavilion, put a piece of silver on the table, and followed him quietly.
Feng Qingming also bought property in the capital of Jiang State. After she hurried back, she immediately called a doctor.
After taking your pulse, the doctor frowned and said, "Miss, forgive my incompetence, I really can't see any symptoms... Maybe it's a spleen and stomach imbalance, or you're not used to the local climate. Many people from other places have this symptom. It will be better in a few days..."
Feng Qingming sent the doctor away with a sour face, and took out various healing pills he had brought with him and swallowed them.
It can be regarded as a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
It is not easy to find an alchemist in a small border country like this, so we can only look for ordinary doctors among the people.
Afterwards, Feng Qingming went to the toilet several more times. After going back and forth, he had no energy left.
When it was time for dinner after dark, Feng Qingming had no appetite at all when he saw the table full of food.
"Withdraw, withdraw."
The Feng family servant who served the food looked confused.
In the past, Feng Qingming, like ordinary people, had to eat three meals a day.
"Yes, Fifth Miss..."
After the food was cleared away, Feng Qingming asked someone to prepare hot water for bathing.
Even after using several cleaning techniques, Feng Qingming still felt a faint smell of feces all over his body that could not be shaken off.
"Fifth Miss, the hot water is ready..."
"Let's all go back."
In the past, Feng Qingming would have kept a few maids to serve her, but now she didn't want to keep anyone around, fearing someone might accidentally smell something strange.
It was not until he soaked in hot water that Feng Qingming finally felt extremely comfortable.
Behind the layers of screens and curtains, several maids were burning incense and heating the stove in the bedroom.
After Rong Shu and the other maids left the room one by one, he sneaked in.
With a wave of his hand, several nightmare talismans flew out and stuck to the doors, windows, and beds.
Rong Shu took out another shielding formation and covered the entire house.
After doing all this, Rong Shu came to the incense burner with smoke rising from it, and flicked in a pill that could make people drowsy.
"Done." Rong Shu's brows relaxed.
Next, we just have to wait and see what happens.
The smoke from the incense burner drifted towards the bathtub. Feng Qingming's eyelids drooped and he yawned several times.
Feng Qingming was so sleepy that she had no mood to take a bath. She got out of the pool, put on her pajamas, and fell towards the bed.
"Tomorrow... I have to go to Songzhu Pavilion..." Feng Qingming fell into a dream in a daze.
The next moment, the nightmare talismans that covered the entire room emitted golden light.
Feng Qingming, who was sleeping, suddenly frowned, as if he had dreamed about something.
"No...impossible..."
"Just a... country bumpkin from the Southern Wilds..."
Rong Shu flashed and came to Feng Qingming's bed. He scanned with his spiritual sense, but did not find any storage bag of Feng Qingming.
His gaze moved upwards, landing on Feng Qingming's right index finger...
Rong Shu made a vague grab and snatched the hidden storage ring.
"No storage bag, only a special storage ring? That's quite cautious."
The storage ring is marked with Feng Qingming's spiritual mark, and only she can open it.
If an outsider wants to open it, he has to erase the spiritual mark, but that will alert the "owner" of the spiritual mark.
But now... Feng Qingming was deeply trapped in a nightmare and had no time to care about it.
Rong Shu's cultivation was two realms higher than Feng Qingming's, and he easily erased the mark of spiritual consciousness.
The spiritual consciousness probes inward.
There are gold, silver, treasures, spiritual stones, elixirs...all very common things in the secular world.
"Why aren't there any aged spiritual medicines?"
"The Feng family's spiritual roots are mostly gold, earth, and fire... What about strange fire? There's no strange fire at all?"
Rong Shu is incredible.
Feng Qingming, the suspected "time traveler", just opens a shop to make money and earn spirit stones?
Are there no precious natural treasures?
There was a pile of gold, silver, jewellery, clothes and accessories, of so many styles that it was dazzling.
"...Huh? Why are they just ordinary clothes and jewelry? Not even a simple protective formation attached?"
"Well, Feng Qingming... is quite good at enjoying herself."
In order to avoid missing anything, Rong Shu checked it carefully.
"...Huh? This torn book... is a little weird!"
When a locked box was opened, a torn book was found inside.
Rong Shu's eyes narrowed slightly, and she waved her hand and took out the torn book.
As the pages turned, there was nothing but a blank space, without even a stain of ink.
It looks like a blank fragment.
But if there really was nothing special about it and it was just a piece of waste paper, why would Feng Qingming put it together with his most valued gold, silver and jewelry in such a hidden storage ring?
"...No! Don't destroy the Heavenly Book!"
Feng Qingming, who was sleeping, suddenly screamed in fear.
His hands were waving and scratching unconsciously, as if trying to grab something...
He kept murmuring:
"The Book of Heaven is mine! It's mine! I am... the daughter of destiny!"
"Rong Shu...why do you...go to hell!!"
Rong Shu frowned.
Book of Heaven?
What it is?