"You still claim to be an outstanding talent, but everything on your body is so slim."
Ning Fan threw the two tips aside in disgust, got up and ran towards the nearest county seat.
After finding out, Ning Fan actually returned to Sichuan Province and could only go back by plane.
When he was about to take a taxi to the city on the roadside, a big hand was placed on Ning Fan's shoulder. He turned around in surprise and saw a gangster with dyed hair.
The gangster grinned, showing his big yellow teeth and exuding a stench, and said: "Boy, give me some pocket money to play with."
"No money!"
"Hey, what are you kiddo doing? You are so young and want to rebel?" The gangster grabbed Ning Fan by the collar.
Indeed, Ning Fan is only fifteen years old now, barely 1.7 meters tall, and looks like an immature middle school student in front of these gangsters.
Although his body became smaller, Ning Fan's strength did not change at all. He grabbed the gangster's wrist and twisted it violently.
"ah--"
The gangster immediately stood on tiptoes and screamed.
"Get out!" Ning Fan threw his hand and staggered to the ground.
"Boy, just wait for me. I want you to look good." Several gangsters ran away.
Ning Fan turned around and continued to wait for the bus to the city, but there seemed to be no bus to this small county town. When he went to the station to ask, there was no bus at all.
Because the small county is remote and no one goes to the city, there is only one early morning bus every day.
"Hey, forget it, let's find a hotel for one night."
As the night progressed, Ning Fan found a small stall and ordered two barbecue skewers and two bottles of beer.
While we were enjoying our meal, the boss came over with wine and said, "Young man, why are you out so late?"
"You came out to eat, what's the matter?"
"It's okay, you must be a foreigner, your accent is not like here."
Ning Fan nodded, because it had been a year since he went to Jinhai City, and his accent had changed unknowingly, and said, "Yes, I just came here."
"Then why do you come here at such a young age? Go back immediately after eating and don't talk to strangers, you know?"
This made Ning Fan curious and scratched his head: "What do you mean? Is there anything else that can't be done tonight?"
"You don't know, it's been a bit uneasy recently. This place used to be called Fengdu City, and people keep disappearing these days. Especially at your age, you are not afraid of anything."
Ning Fan chewed the big kidney in his mouth and asked thoughtfully: "Uncle, do you mean there is a ghost here?"
"Hush, bah, bah, bah, don't talk nonsense, be careful, don't violate any taboos."
"All right!"
After the boss left, Ning Fan thought for a while. This Fengdu city was recorded in various ancient books. It was rumored that it was a place where ghosts gathered, and it was also the place where ghosts would be reincarnated.
But despite this, Ning Fan believes in souls, but not ghosts.
So he took it out, dialed Hua Wuque's number, and asked, "Fat man, are there ghosts in this world?"
"Ghost, why are you so afraid of this thing?"
"No, tell me what a ghost is?"
Hua Wuque paused and said: "The world has changed, so it doesn't matter what I tell you. In fact, ghosts are just a type of soul cultivation among warriors. They practice specifically to attack souls. Don't tell me you have encountered them?"
"Not yet, then what is the way to deal with this kind of soul cultivation."
"All things in the world are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. Soul cultivation belongs to Yin. How do you deal with them?"
"I understand, I'll be back tomorrow."
After the call ended, Ning Fan heard the sound of gongs and drums: "It's ten o'clock, everyone, hurry up and enter the house, the ghost king is coming."