Turning off the lights in the room, Ding Fan opened his Dharma Eyes with a solemn expression, took out the Soul Receiving Flag, injected a trace of true energy and opened it.
Whoosh!
When the spirit ghost appeared in the room, it was still the same image he saw in the afternoon, a beautiful female ghost in a white dress. The difference was that because it was midnight, the ghost ghost's image was very clear, and the weird patterns on the white skirt could even be seen clearly.
The spirit ghost did not run away immediately, but stood quietly on the ground. Judging from his calm demeanor, he had seen a lot of things in the world during his lifetime. Ding Fan held the soul collecting flag, came to the sandbox, and quickly wrote with a wooden needle
A line of spiritual text to the effect of, Do you have a name?
As a spirit ghost, of course she knew Lingwen. She stepped forward and took a look, with a contemptuous smile on her lips.
Ding Fan is very happy, the level of this spirit ghost is okay, and it actually has rich expressions! It's a pity that it still can't talk directly, otherwise it will save a lot of trouble.
Suddenly, the spirit ghost suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, so fast that even his eyes could not keep up.
Can't run!
Ding Fan smiled disdainfully, swung the soul collecting flag, and injected infuriating energy. However, the spirit ghost did not appear, and he could not feel her breath.
not good!
Ding Fan was startled, and suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind his head. He hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, and he knew without looking that it was Wu Yahuan who attacked him.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Yahuan seemed to be going crazy, his eyes were cold, and his fists and kicks were moving as densely as rain, driving a strong wind against his face, and waves of chills kept coming.
At this moment, Wu Yahuan's fighting power seemed to be still superior to Ding Fan's, and he beat Ding Fan to the point where he was running around the room in a panic, unable to fight back.
Wu Yahuan's goal is to snatch the Soul Receiving Flag from Ding Fan's hand. There is no doubt that she has been possessed by a spirit ghost!
Ding Fan felt regretful. He was careless after all. He really shouldn't have left Wu Yahuan in the house!
There are also benefits. Ding Fan can have a direct dialogue with the spirit ghost, which saves time and effort, and is clear and clear!
"Boy, give me that broken flag quickly." Ling Gui said coldly through Wu Yahuan's mouth.
"I robbed it with my own ability, why should I give it to you?" Ding Fan refused.
"If you don't obey, I will kill you today."
"You are too much. I released you. Repay kindness with hatred!"
"Cut the nonsense!"
“If you don’t give it, you won’t give it!”
Wu Yahuan jumped over the big bed, and his fist turned into a shadow, shrouding Ding Fan. At the same time, his feet quickly staggered forward, kicking out the whistling wind.
Ding Fan rolled on the spot, barely dodging, and crashed into the sand table. When he bounced up, dense fists attacked him again, and he was hit in the shoulder and fell to the bed.
Then, Wu Yahuan's entire body was smashed down from the air, and his fist turned into a throat-locking palm and went straight to Ding Fan's throat.
Ding Fan rolled over quickly and fell under the bed. Wu Yahuan missed the blow and the bed immediately made a muffled sound.
A good man never suffers immediate losses!
What's more, Ding Fan couldn't be cruel to Wu Yahuan. Before the other party could attack again, he rolled directly under the bed and lay down straight.
Soon, Ding Fan saw Wu Yahuan's upside-down face, with messy hair, red eyes, and ferocious face, making him look like a demon.
"You bastard, get out of here!" the spirit ghost bared his teeth.
"A man keeps his word, and if he can't say it, he won't say it!" Ding Fan said with a smile.
"This broken body is so bad. Even with a little bit of cultivation, I can completely tear this place apart!" If Wu Yahuan heard this, he would only be angry.
"Sister, as a ghost, you must have a sense of public morality and not destroy public property." Ding Fan said.
"Bring the Soul Receiving Flag, I'll leave right away."
A hand reached in and grabbed it randomly. Ding Fan moved his body under the bed while bargaining: "Sister, this magic weapon is worth a lot of money. I risked my life to get it. Now open your mouth.
That’s right, how thick-skinned do you have to be?”
"I have no money, not even paper money! Otherwise, I will give you as much as I have!"
"Also, although this body has no cultivation, you have absorbed my Qi, so you should say thank you, right?"
"How much anger do you have?" Ling Gui said in an extremely contemptuous tone, "You even have the nerve to say it, even if it's stuck between your teeth! When I was your age, I had already built my foundation!"
Huh? Why does it sound so familiar?
Oh, by the way, this is how Qi Yahui educates Bai Yifei!
Of course, Qi Yahui was married at an early age, and if Ling Gui didn't brag, she was indeed very enlightened in spiritual practice. Looking at it now, she is also a spiritual wizard.
Ding Fan was chatting with the spirit ghost while thinking about countermeasures. After the spirit ghost invaded the body, the soul collecting flag became ineffective. The smelly Taoist priest before had experienced this kind of thing, and he must have a solution.
Suddenly, Ding Fan thought of something, it was the brown-red peach wood sword, which also came from that smelly Taoist priest!
The mahogany sword is placed in the brocade bag, and the brocade bag is placed in the drawer of the desk outside.
Without further ado, Ding Fan took advantage of half of Wu Yahuan's body to come in. Regardless of wearing out his pajamas, he moved directly out of the bed, quickly opened the door, and rushed to the office.
He opened the drawer and grabbed the kit. Wu Yahuan was already following closely behind him, and he locked Ding Fan's neck with his elbow without mercy.
For a moment, Ding Fan felt it was difficult to breathe, as if he was going to die the next moment.
However, he finally got the peach wood sword, and a burst of true energy rushed over. Under his eyes, the peach wood sword glowed with a layer of cyan light.
Wu Yahuan immediately jumped away, a look of horror appeared on his face, and the spirit ghost's trembling voice came, "Put this thing away!"
"You're a crazy woman, no, you're a crazy female ghost, you almost killed me." Ding Fan waved his mahogany sword angrily.
"Aren't you still alive?" The spirit ghost said forcefully, but moved towards the door of the room.
"Come here and sit down!"
Ding Fan held the soul collecting flag in his left hand and the mahogany sword in his right hand, and gave the order coldly.
The sound of gnashing teeth was particularly clear, but Ling Gui's fear of the Taomu Sword was not fake, and he slowly backed away and sat on the chair opposite the desk, with his waist straight.
There was a pack of cigarettes in front of him, but he didn't move it.
Ding Fan breathed a sigh of relief, put his feet on the table, and asked lazily: "Tell me, what is your name? It was your name when you were alive!"
"I do not want to say."
"I must say, my brother was beaten for the first time today, and my shoulder still hurts!" Ding Fan complained.
"What you do is called kung fu. If it weren't for your poor health, you wouldn't be able to catch a single move." The person opposite curled his lips in disdain, looking like he deserved a beating.
Ding Fanxin said that this spirit ghost's kung fu during his lifetime had definitely reached its peak, and he had almost no opponents.
The more this happened, the more curious Ding Fan became. He glared and said fiercely: "Speak quickly, don't be nagging!"
"Okay, I say, sit still."
"Damn, I've never seen anything before, how could I still be scared to death by you?" Ding Fan said disdainfully.