Chapter 392: Chapter 392: She Must Be Kept, as She Will Be Useful in the Future Chapter 392: Chapter 392: She Must Be Kept, as She Will Be Useful in the Future So she relayed Tian Sanxian’s words verbatim to the man.
There was also Gu Yajing’s madness and some other things he didn’t know about.
At last, she looked up at the old man and asked cautiously, “Big Brother Lin, do you really think the curse backlash has affected Yajing? Could it have affected other members of my family? The Spirit Talisman that Tian Sanxian mentioned, do you really have it? If Yajing takes it, will her illness be cured?”
Lin Fanpeng glanced at Ning Wanru and smiled faintly, “Do you still believe in that?”
She couldn’t afford not to believe in it.
“There are no ‘buts’. Gu Yajing brought this upon herself. I have told you before that her character and behavior were somewhat abnormal. What has happened now is just the result of a stressor,” he explained.
“What about Tian Sanxian?”
“She is a spellcaster; if a talisman breaks, it will naturally affect her.”
“Then just let her die. This is also an opportunity. What if she wakes up later and exposes us all? Isn’t it over then?” Ning Wanru said through clenched teeth.
“Didn’t you listen to what she said?” the old man asked with displeasure.
“Are you saying she has a contingency plan?”
“Hmm,” Lin Fanpeng nodded, “Besides, we need to keep her. She might be useful to us later.”
“Do you really have a Spirit Talisman?”
“What do you think?” Lin Fanpeng asked lightly.
Ning Wanru still hadn’t seen through the man before her.
She didn’t believe in anything, yet she was well-versed in these obscure and esoteric arts.
And she was skilled in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.
“What about Yajing?” she asked with concern.
“Cure the illness if there’s an illness,” he stated simply.
“What about Tian Sanxian?”
“Give her the Spirit Talisman,” he said.
“You really have it,” she asked again.
“If you believe, it’s a Spirit Talisman; if you don’t, it is nothing but a scrap of paper,” he said.
As he spoke, Lin Fanpeng stood up, hands behind his back, and walked leisurely into the house.
After a short while, he came out of the house, sat down again in front of Ning Wanru, and handed her a paper package, “Just feed the talisman inside directly to Tian Sanxian.”
Ning Wanru took it, carefully opened the package, and then saw inside a thin, yellow palm-sized piece of paper.
It was covered with strange characters and symbols.
Ning Wanru asked, “Big Brother Lin, is this a Spirit Talisman?”
Ning Wanru, with earnest eyes, pleaded, “Big Brother Lin, please give one to Yajing as well.”
Lin Fanpeng shook his head, “Firstly, Yajing’s madness is due to successive traumas, which are not greatly related to the talisman; secondly, there is only one Spirit Talisman.”
What he meant was that if Gu Yajing got the talisman, Tian Sanxian would have to die–it was a choice between the two.
Ning Wanru stared blankly at Lin Fanpeng, “Big Brother Lin, what should we do about Yajing?”
Lin Fanpeng frowned, a glint of malevolent energy in his somber eyes as he said word for word, “Wanru, you couldn’t possibly have grown senile.”
Ning Wanru clenched her hands nervously, “Big Brother Lin, I…”
“I tampered with that talisman afterward. Even if there is a backlash, it won’t reach us…” Lin Fanpeng explained patiently.
Ning Wanru’s eyes suddenly brightened.
Lin Fanpeng didn’t respond.
Instead, he looked at Ning Wanru with a hint of irony, “You seem to have developed a compassionate heart now…”
Ning Wanru murmured, “After all, she is my granddaughter.”
“She reaps what she sows. A useless descendant might as well be left to her own devices, so she doesn’t become a burden to you later,” Lin Fanpeng’s calm voice carried a hint of murderous intent.