The landlord looked unlucky, covered his nose and picked up a coat, threw it into the corner of the room, and raised a burst of dust.

"Master, it's too messy here, there is nothing worth seeing. It's already dark, so let's go and see the old man?"

Cheng Fan didn't speak, and focused all his attention on the wall.

The wall was snow-white all over, with few cracks. The landlord looked along Cheng Fan's gaze and found no abnormalities.

"Master, is there anything wrong with this wall?" The landlord scratched his head in surprise.

"Of course there is a problem!"

Little Nannan pointed to the snow-white wall in front of her.

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“It’s really…”

The landlord suddenly realized and then smiled awkwardly.

Even the children can see the problem, but I didn't find it.

Cheng Fan said lightly: "Not only that, as we walked along the way, most of the walls in this building were yellow and there were cracks on the walls. This wall was so wrong."

But what made Cheng Fan strange was that his spiritual sense explored the past without giving any feedback.

Intuition told him that there must be something strange about it.

"I want to demolish this wall and investigate it carefully, and I would like to forgive the believers."

The landlord hesitated for two seconds and nodded, "It's too late today. I'll call the decoration team tomorrow and ask them to demolish the place."

Cheng Fan smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

As he said that, Cheng Fan stretched out his right hand and spread his palm.

In the blink of an eye, a burning thunder lightning had already condensed in the palm of his palm.

The landlord quickly covered his eyes, and the afterglow saw Cheng Fan holding the thunder in his palm, full of power.

Gudong!

The landlord swallowed and said to himself that he was a good guy.

"Xinshi, Nannan, stand behind me."

Cheng Fan gave an order, and the two of them did not dare to neglect and quickly did as they did.

Little Nannan held Cheng Fan's Taoist robe tightly, with a small head exposed on the side, and her eyes were wide open.

Just as Cheng Fan was about to use his palm thunder to demolish it violently, suddenly his mind moved and his hands dispersed his palm.

Just at the old man's house next door, the dead soul appeared!

"Go and go next door!"

At this time, Cheng Fan did not care about dealing with the wall and went to the next door with decisiveness.

When he arrived at the door, Cheng Fan waved his hand directly and the door slammed open.

The scene in the room made all three of them stunned.

I saw that the old man was wearing a yellowed military uniform, holding a wide-blade sword in his hand, standing majestic in his combat posture.

There is a dazzling golden star on the left and right sides of the military collar, which is inlaid on the red square base cloth.

The wide-blade big knife in his hand was more than one meter long, with a cold light flashing at the blade, and there were still bloodstains that were difficult to clean on the surface of the knife.

"Wow! Grandpa is so handsome!"

Little Nannan's eyes were wide open.

Even Cheng Fan was amazed.

The landlord was stupid. This old man was really upright and so heroic!

In the room.

The old man ignored Cheng Fan and the other two who suddenly appeared at the door.

His eyes slowly wandered, and he looked around vigilantly, as if he was looking at the six directions in the wild, listening to all directions for the enemy situation.

A pair of calloused big hands clasped tightly and placed them in the position where they were most likely to exert force.

As if he smelled the souls of the dead that were incompatible with the world, the old man's face darkened and said in awe:

"Northwest Twenty-Ninth Army, 109th Brigade!"

"The 29th formation of the Big Sword Team! Captain, Chen Kaixuan!"

"What's wrong with the evil spirit? Report it to the name!"

The veteran's roar was like Hong Zhong Dalu, and the landlord was shocked.

In Cheng Fan's sky eyes, a strong iron-blooded aura slowly emanated from the veteran, full of power.

Cheng Fan's eyes changed. He was very sure that with such a body of iron-blooded energy, no matter how many people are, they are difficult to get close to.

At this moment, Cheng Fan's pupils shrank slightly.

A ghost suddenly appeared behind the veteran, his face extremely gloomy.

Before I could remind me, I heard the veteran shout:

"cut!"

The sound of breaking through the air flashed by, the ghost barely flashed by, and the soul body was shattered and vibrated.

Just as the ghost was injured, Cheng Fan keenly noticed that a crack suddenly appeared on a photo frame on the living room wall.

Cheng Fan has investigated every part of this room, and his attention mostly hits the blood-red wardrobe in the bedroom. He never thought that this picture frame was the attachment to the ghost.

Cheng Fan's forehead and his eyes lit up, and he looked at the ghost.

At the same time, the veteran shouted again and waved his sword to the ghost.

"I care about you, what kind of demons and monsters are you? The Big Sword Team is here, how dare you be arrogant!"

The ghost looked frightened and watched the sword fall.

"Stay souls under the knife!"

The veteran raised his sword and fell, and the wide-blade sword flashed by, splitting the wooden sofa in the living room into a cold salon. The cross section was extremely smooth and natural.

"Why stop me?"

The veteran turned his head and stared at Cheng Fan. To be precise, it was the ghost staring at Cheng Fan's palm.

The landlord was glanced by the veteran and was a little scared, then noticed a gloomy face in Cheng Fan's palm.

"Ghost!"

The landlord suddenly let out a scream and staggered and fell.

Cheng Fan took out a jade stone and put the ghost in it.

He bowed to the veteran and said, "I have seen the old man."

"You haven't replied yet, why stop me?"

The veteran kicked his eyes and was powerful without anger. The iron-blooded aura on his body became stronger.

Cheng Fan's heart was trembling. The magic power he had saved the dead soul was melted by the iron-blooded energy.

If you want to condense the iron-blooded energy, it is impossible for veterans of hundreds of battles to do it, and it is extremely difficult to inspire it.

Moreover, in addition to his blood and energy, the veteran also has a rich merit behind him. He is a great meritorious person who protects a country.

Cheng Fan did not dare to neglect and said respectfully: "Go back to the old man because he is not an evil ghost, he is just a poor person who is reluctant to leave his relatives."

The veteran looked at Cheng Fan suspiciously and said coldly: "There is a good or bad ghost? He just stood behind me and wanted to murder me! What is the little Taoist explanation?"

Cheng Fan waved his hand and smiled lightly, "Old man, there is a saying that goes. Every ghost that others avoid is a relative whom others miss day and night."

"You might as well think about it. Will your parents become evil spirits when they die?"

The veteran was silent, slowly put away his big sword and leaned on the ground.

"What did he mean to stand behind me just now?"

"He stayed in this world in a daze. In his eyes, this is his home. Isn't it the instinct of our Chinese people in the bones?"

Cheng Fan's words worked, and the veteran nodded in agreement, his eyes softened.
Chapter completed!