Ding Fan's heart sank heavily, Yan Xiaoming had recovered, and this situation should not have occurred.
unless……
"Mr. Yan, don't come out, I'll be there soon!" Ding Fan hung up the phone, stood up and walked out.
"Xiaofan, where are you going?" Wu Yahuan asked.
"In the Yan Ming family, Xiao Ming suddenly went crazy and wanted to kill someone!"
"I will go with you!"
"No, he must be possessed. You wait at home, I will be back soon."
Ding Fan waved his hand, Yan Xiaoming's behavior was probably possessed by a ghost. You know, powerful ghosts can be transferred, and Wu Yahuan followed, which only increased the danger.
Quickly going downstairs, Ding Fan simply rode a four-wheel motorcycle, rushed to the road, and rushed to Yan Ming's villa at a racing speed.
Throwing the motorcycle outside, Ding Fan jumped over the iron gate and arrived in front of the villa.
It was pitch dark inside, and through the door, you could still hear the clanging sound of the door being opened. The crazy Yan Xiaoming was trying to open the warehouse and break in to commit evil.
After entering the password provided by Yan Ming, Ding Fan opened the door and entered. He immediately felt a strong yin energy, which made a person with his level of cultivation feel a chill all over his body and shiver.
Ding Fan immediately opened his eyes and saw that the floor was in a mess. The nearest sofa was covered with knife marks, and the stuffing inside had been turned out and thrown around randomly.
Sensing the breath of strangers, the sound of cutting the door stopped. Yan Xiaoming soon appeared, wearing only a pair of sports pants and shirtless. He was holding a boning knife in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right hand. His eyes were dull, as if
Ding Fan was not seen at all.
You guessed it right, Yan Xiaoming was indeed possessed by a ghost, and it was a very powerful ghost.
"Ding Fan, you are finally here." A woman's voice came out of Yan Xiaoming's mouth.
"Who are you? If you violate the body of a living person and violate the rules of heaven and earth, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?" Ding Fan asked sternly.
"Hand over that stinky woman Leng Linger, and I will spare your life today."
The target is Leng Ling'er, who else could it be? Ding Fan hummed: "You are Gu Chunmei, Mei'er!"
"It's me, that stinky woman Leng Ling'er, who caused me to die tragically. She must be left alive today." Mei'er's voice was cold, not hiding her deep-seated resentment.
"You should hate other people and peel off your skin." Ding Fan reminded.
"It's just a skin. I don't have any use for it anymore. I don't care what they do with them. Ding Fan, do you want to pay me or not?" Mei'er slowly approached.
"If you ask me to hand it over, wouldn't it be very shameful?"
"Hmph, then I'll chop you to death first, and then force Leng Ling'er out."
As he spoke, Yan Xiaoming rushed over. With incredible agility, he waved out several rays of light and shadow with his two knives, sealing both sides of Ding Fan.
Of course, you can't hit Yan Xiaoming, and you can't use palm mines. Otherwise, if Yan Xiaoming dies, Ding Fan will be tricked by Meier and he will be sued.
With his feet on the ground, Ding Fan stepped back and hid behind the sofa, while lifting the sofa up.
Stab!
The sharp knife cut through the sofa again, and at the same time, a foot stretched out from below, targeting Ding Fan's knee.
As a monk who was about to form an elixir, Meier's martial arts was quite good. Ding Fan sidestepped and threw the sofa out. It hit the bookcase with a bang, and the sound of broken glass was immediately heard.
The two knives were approaching instantly. Ding Fan simply closed his eyes and relied on his keen sense to bend down and roll away.
Yan Xiaoming followed closely, and Ding Fan ran towards the stairs, whoosh, whoosh, and the sound of wind behind his head was made by sharp knives, as if he was very close at hand.
Being unable to attack Yan Xiaoming made Ding Fan very passive in his defense. He could only rely on his quick reactions and keep dodging around.
In the blink of an eye, Ding Fan arrived at Yan Xiaoming's room and slammed the door shut.
There were two clicks, and two knife tips were exposed on the solid wood door. The boning knife almost stabbed Ding Fan in the waist.
Locking the door was not enough, so Ding Fan quickly moved the desk over and blocked the door again.
Yan Xiaoming, who was controlled, hit the door crazily, hitting his head extremely violently. The poor child was afraid that he would be injured a lot. Ding Fan did not dare to be careless, so he used enough strength to push the big bed over and block it.
In front of the door.
Ding Fan breathed a sigh of relief, quietly took out the mahogany sword, bit his finger again, and drew a thunderbolt on his palm.
"Ding Fan, you coward, come out here!" Meier screamed wildly outside.
"I don't want to go out. I'll go back after a while. You can mess with the Yan family as much as you want. It's none of Brother Fan's business," Ding Fan said.
"How is it possible? I will kill all his family members and make your conscience suffer for the rest of your life."
"You will definitely be struck by lightning if you do this, but I am not the one who kills people. I shed a few tears on Qingming Festival, but who will remember whom in normal times?" Ding Fan smiled evilly.
"Do you really think I don't dare to kill them?" Meier's cold voice came from outside, as if coming from hell, making people feel chilly in their hearts.
Don’t show your cowardice!
Ding Fan sighed, "How can you be obedient if I don't let you kill me? If you insist on killing me, no law will let me pay with my life!"
It suddenly became quiet outside, but Ding Fan's nerves became tense. Unable to use Yan Xiaoming's body, Meier would definitely turn into a spirit ghost and enter this room.
The cold air is blowing towards my face!
Mei'er, who had just stood in a spacious place indoors and was wearing a red skirt, appeared in the house. This time, she didn't hesitate at all and rushed directly towards Ding Fan.
Ding Fan's body froze, unable to move at all, but he immediately recited a spell, and the Taomu Sword instantly came out of his hand, hung in the air, and shot at Mei'er.
puff!
A cloud of red mist rose up, and the peach wood sword passed through Mei'er's body, causing her to freeze on the spot. A circular hole actually appeared in her chest.
Obviously, Meier didn't expect that Ding Fan would suddenly attack, using the green snake blood peach wood sword that could cause damage to her!
puff!
The Taomu Sword suddenly turned around, returned in the air, and penetrated Mei'er's body again, now turning into two holes.
Meier's spiritual power was destroyed. Ding Fan felt his body relax and his hands and feet regained their freedom. However, he did not dare to be careless at all and controlled the Taomu Sword with all his strength.
This time, it directly penetrated Meier's peerless face!
There was also a hole on his face, which looked particularly weird, and his eyes had moved to both sides.
With a snap, Mei'er hid aside, and the three big holes in her body quickly recovered. However, the originally substantial spirit body became much lighter at this moment.
If you don’t take action now, then when will you wait?
Ding Fan chanted a spell and suddenly waved his palm towards Meier. As the rumbling thunder came, Meier was instantly struck by lightning in his palm and turned into a ball of red mist.
Then, the red mist disappeared on the spot.
Of course Mei'er didn't really disappear, she had already ran away in a hurry through the crack in the door.