What the gray-robed Taoist Wang Chan said was very sincere, and it seemed to make sense.
Bai Xiaojun, who was half lying on the ground, couldn't help but his heart started to beat wildly. He glanced at Zhang Fan vaguely. He was really afraid that Zhang Fan would change his mind at this time. For Zhang Fan, it would be difficult to make friends with a Taoist
The benefits of being a middle-aged man are greater than making friends with him.
"No need!" While Bai Xiaojun was thinking, Zhang Fan said calmly.
"You have violated a taboo among people in Xuanmen. You should end it on your own." Zhang Fan kicked the Five Emperors Money Sword that fell in front of him in front of Wang Chan.
Looking at the Five Emperors' Money Sword in front of him, Wang Chan gritted his teeth tightly, took a deep breath, grabbed the Five Emperors' Money Sword on the ground, held it across his chest, and planned to use the sword to cut his own throat.
But at this moment, Wang Chan actually chanted a spell.
"When the Yang people leave, the shadow souls gather together. All the shadow souls around are obeying orders. Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law. Get up!"
At the same time, Wang Chan took out a handful of yellow talisman paper from his waist and raised it into the air. The yellow talisman paper started to burn "whirring".
The long sword in his hand also cut his throat at this moment, blood sprayed out from his neck in an instant, and his body fell down in an instant.
"It's broken!" Zhang Fan shouted softly and ran quickly in the direction of Wang Chan. He grabbed Wang Chan's arm and felt it carefully, frowning tightly.
Bai Xiaojun stood up, covered his chest, walked towards Zhang Fan with difficulty, and asked: "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong?"
"The spell that Wang Chan recited just now was the 'Soul-Calling Curse'. There is a cemetery around this place, and there are many ghosts. Once the 'Soul-Changing Curse' is cast, all the ghosts around him will be awakened.
When the ghost ghost wakes up, the courtyard will be covered by Yin Qi, and the moment a person dies, a soul energy that is very similar to Yin Qi will float out of the body. This soul energy is actually the person's ghost, but
It takes ninety-nine breaths for this soul energy to condense into a human-shaped ghost, which takes about two minutes. Wang Chan used the interference of the 'soul summoning curse' to use his own soul energy to merge with the Yin energy in the courtyard for two minutes.
He escaped in a while." Zhang Fan said.
"Mr. Zhang, then... what should we do? Does that mean that he may still harm me and our family?" Bai Xiaojun asked anxiously.
Zhang Fan unhurriedly took out the porcelain bottle from his waist, opened the cork, and a faint white light floated out from the porcelain bottle, and then condensed into a beautiful silhouette. This person was the person who had the car accident.
woman.
Seeing this white silhouette, Wang Liang, who was half lying on the ground, and Erhu, who had been standing nearby to watch and did not dare to leave, exclaimed in unison. After all, they both felt guilty about this female ghost.
The female ghost glanced at the two of them coldly, and the two felt their throats became dry. They were really afraid that the female ghost would kill them both.
"Mr. Bai, these two people have done bad things over the years, right?" Zhang Fan looked at Bai Xiaojun and asked.
Bai Xiaojun changed his mind and understood what Zhang Fan meant, and replied directly: "I have evidence that the two of them committed crimes. The death penalty is not a problem. Twenty or thirty years should be fine."
Zhang Fan nodded slightly, turned his gaze to the female ghost, and asked: "Are you satisfied?"
"Thank you, sir." The female ghost said gratefully to Zhang Fan.
"Go and take revenge with your own hands. Once your revenge is avenged, your wish will be fulfilled and your resentment will be gone. Then, you can go with peace of mind." Zhang Fan looked at the female ghost and continued.
"Thank you, sir." The female ghost continued, and then she saw her body floating towards the graveyard outside the courtyard.
Bai Xiaojun was a little confused and didn't know the meaning of Zhang Fan's words. However, he didn't want to think too much. At this time, what he cared about most was the safety of his family.
"Mr. Zhang, the ghost of the Taoist priest has escaped. We have to catch him, otherwise..."
Bai Xiaojun was interrupted by Zhang Fan when he was halfway through his words, "Isn't the woman who was in the car accident gone?"
After Zhang Fan's explanation, Bai Xiaojun suddenly understood, "Can that woman be that Taoist priest's opponent?"
"Now the Taoist priest is just a newly condensed ghost. His Taoism is very shallow. As a ghost, he cannot perform Taoist magic. This female ghost is very resentful. It is not difficult for her to destroy the Taoist priest's ghost."
Zhang Fan explained.
"You can ask someone to come over and take care of it. I'll go to the house and take a nap." Zhang Fan yawned and stretched.
The battle with the Blood Infant had just consumed most of his body's energy. At this time, he was really tired.
This is Bai Xiaojun's place, and he doesn't need to worry about the follow-up matters at all.
"Okay, Mr. Zhang, please have a good rest. The unlabeled room is the room I prepared for myself, but I have never lived in it. The bedding in it is all new. You can go to that room."
Bai Xiaojun said respectfully.
"Okay." Zhang Fan responded and went to his room to sleep.
Early the next morning, Zhang Fan woke up and walked out of the colored steel room. He saw that the yard was once again as clean as before coming here. Things in the general manager's office were also neatly arranged. Zhang Fan didn't care about how Bai Xiaojun dealt with it.
of.
Not long after, Bai Xiaojun came back with breakfast. After the two of them finished eating breakfast, Bai Xiaojun sent Zhang Fan back to school.
As soon as he entered the dormitory, Zhang Fan saw Huang Qingyun lying on the bed with a bruised nose and swollen face, and a face full of pain.
Seeing Zhang Fan entering the door, Huang Qingyun quickly screamed fiercely, "Brother Fan, you are finally back."
Huang Qingyun's voice even contained a cry.
Zhang Fan walked up to Huang Qingyun, took a look at Huang Qingyun's injuries and said with a smile: "The injuries are not serious, they are just superficial injuries."
"I'm like this, and you still laugh, but you are no longer brothers, and you have no sympathy at all." Huang Qingyun continued to say aggrievedly.
"I won't let you go. If you insist on going, you can only blame yourself." Zhang Fan said as he walked towards his bed.
When Zhang Fan said this, Huang Qingyun suddenly remembered the conversation between the two. He rolled up from the bed and sat up. He looked at Zhang Fan with interest and said, "Brother Fan, are you really good at divination? Can you really see through me?"
Will you be unlucky yesterday?"
"I am a magic stick." Zhang Fan said leisurely while lying on the bed, squinting his eyes.
"Brother Fan, I casually said yesterday, don't hold grudges, I know you are not such a stingy person, hehe..." Huang Qingyun said with a smile on his face.
Zhang Fan ignored him. Huang Qingyun quickly moved closer to Zhang Fan and said apologetically: "Brother Fan, please say something. It's okay if people know that I was wrong."
As he spoke, he rubbed Zhang Fan's arm with his round and soft belly.