However, with the cooperation of the Taomu Sword and the Thunder in the Palm, Meier's spiritual power from hard training has been knocked out by 80%, which is even worse than Leng Ling'er!
It is impossible to invade the body again, and recovery will take a long time.
Ding Fan took back the mahogany sword, finally breathed a sigh of relief, restored the big bed and desk to their original positions, and then opened the door.
Yan Xiaoming lay on the ground, motionless, and checked his breathing. He was still alive, but his breath was weak. This was a sign of excessive physical exertion.
You brat, a troublemaker! You almost killed Brother Fan!
Ding Fan cursed secretly, picked up Yan Xiaoming, threw him unceremoniously on the bed, and then slowly walked downstairs.
Turning on the light, Ding Fan sat on a set of tattered sofas, took out his cell phone, and called Yan Ming, "Mr. Yan, it's done, open the door and come out!"
"How is Xiao Ming doing?"
After exhausting all his efforts, Yan Ming finally gave birth to a son. The first thing that Yan Ming thought of when he was extremely frightened was to kill his son.
"Sleeping in bed!"
After a while, the door of the warehouse was opened, and Yan Ming, Li Yuqin and two nannies walked out with weak legs and extremely ugly faces.
"Xiao Fan, what happened to the child?" Yan Ming pulled a complete chair and sat down with difficulty.
"The ghost is possessed!"
Ding Fan spat out three words, which frightened the two nannies into trembling again and broke out in cold sweat.
"How could this happen?" Yan Ming was surprised.
"Xiao Ming brought it on himself!" Ding Fan looked displeased.
"How is it possible? This child is very obedient and well-behaved." Li Yuqin spread her hands to defend her son. Yan Ming saw that Ding Fan's face was livid. He recalled that his son was abnormal today, especially his strength. He quickly assured, "Xiao Fan, in the end
Whatever happens, we will take it seriously."
"Xiao Ming must have Meier's paintings, and if I'm not wrong, he also performed some kind of ritual." Ding Fan was very unhappy, Meier would not come casually, he must have felt the call.
Of course, someone knew that Ding Fan had cured Yan Xiaoming and took the opportunity to arrange for Mei'er to come over. One of the purposes was to lure Ding Fan into taking the bait and get rid of Leng Ling'er at the same time.
"I don't know whether to live or die! Find me that painting immediately!" Yan Ming roared angrily.
Li Yuqin hurriedly took two nannies and rummaged through the house, and soon found a sketch of Meier among a pile of old publications in the study.
At first glance, it’s a new work!
Another nanny also made a discovery and found a strange yellow paper charm under Xiao Ming's bedside.
The quality of this painting was obviously not as detailed as before, but it could still be seen that it was Meier. An annoyed Yan Ming just took one look at it and tore it into pieces a few times.
"Xiaofan, where did this talisman come from?" Yan Ming asked.
"Maybe I met a fake Taoist priest or monk and gave it to Xiao Ming." Ding Fan said.
"How to deal with it?"
"Just burn it. You must tell Xiao Ming not to believe these things casually again, or you will get into trouble." Ding Fan said seriously.
Yan Ming lit up a cigarette, used the lighter in his hand to burn the shredded paper and talismans on the spot, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiao Ming seems to be in a coma. Do you want to be sent to the hospital?"
Having almost been hacked to death by her son, Li Yuqin began to worry about her son's health again and couldn't help wiping away tears.
"Don't worry, he's just exhausted and exhausted. After a while, you can give him a massage to relax, and take a week off to recover at home," Ding Fan said.
"Will this female ghost come again?" Yan Ming asked worriedly.
"No, she was almost beaten to death by me, and she will remember this painful lesson." Ding Fan said.
"Xiaofan, thank you. I didn't expect that something like this would happen. We were all almost hacked to death. We were hiding inside just now, and I was desperate." Yan Ming sighed and thanked.
"Then let's just clean up the house and pretend that nothing happened." Ding Fan stood up and said.
"Hold on!"
Yan Ming quickly ran upstairs, brought another painting of his own, forced it into Ding Fan's hands, and then sent it out the door.
Riding a four-wheel motorcycle, Ding Fan returned to Hengfu Building at lightning speed. Wu Yahuan was worried when he saw the familiar little man entering the house. He felt like crying and his eyes were red.
Who is this person? He was having dinner with his friends at night and ditched the Wu family bodyguard. Wu Yahuan finally waited for him to come back, but then he took care of his son's dirty business of killing me!
The nose became more and more sore, and Wu Yahuan snorted, leaving only a back that was trying its best to hold back the trembling.
"Sister Huan?"
"Well, if it's okay, I'll go to bed."
"It's strange that I can sleep. It's all done. Look, this is Yan Ming's painting. Give it to Sister Huan!" Ding Fan smiled and handed the painting over.
Wu Yahuan took it and unfolded it. It was a landscape painting, with rolling mountains and gurgling streams. The most eye-catching thing was the dozens of small pavilions in the forest.
"This painting is very valuable." Wu Yahuan said.
"It's a gift from a friend, but I can't sell it. Sister Huan can give it to anyone she wants." Ding Fan didn't care at all.
"Then give it to my dad. He has always wanted Yan Ming's paintings, but he didn't want to spend money to buy them." Wu Yahuan rolled up the paintings and put them away, and then asked: "What happened to Xiao Ming?"
"Mei'er found Xiao Ming and invaded his body. The house was smashed into a garbage dump, and a murder almost occurred."
Ding Fan then briefly narrated what had just happened, and automatically ignored the grudges between Mei'er and Leng Linger's master and apprentice.
Wu Yahuan was horrified after hearing this. She was right not to go with Ding Fan. Otherwise, she might be invaded by spirit ghosts and turn around to fight with Ding Fan.
"Sister Huan, you can rest assured. Mei'er has been disabled by me and will not show up again in a short time." Ding Fan said.
"Well, I'll sleep by myself tonight."
Wu Yahuan noticed Ding Fan's fatigue, got up and went back to his room, but stopped at the door and looked back again and again.
It's a pity that he didn't hear the invitation or the request to stay. Ding Fan didn't seem to see Wu Yahuan's expression at all, and he quickly got into the room.
After taking a bath, Ding Fan went back to bed, took the Qi-Building Pill, and applied Qiming Ointment.
The Dharma Eye, which should be carefully maintained, is used very frequently due to various dangers. One-third of the Qiming Cream is also used, which really makes Ding Fan feel distressed.
After refining the Qi-Building Pill, Ding Fan released Leng Ling'er and told what happened tonight again.
He is also a cold-blooded ghost!
He didn't care at all whether Ding Fan was injured, but was very happy to get rid of a piece of his heartache.
"Gu Chunmei was my apprentice. She doesn't remember her past kindness, but is eager for revenge. She should be driven to pieces!" Leng Ling'er said fiercely.
"Now that I have beaten her into a breath, I won't have to worry about her coming for revenge for a long time," Ding Fan said.
"It stands to reason that this is the case, but if they use sorcery, Gu Chunmei will have to be on guard, no matter how desperate she is." Leng Ling'er was very calm about this.
"That's why we should work harder."
"You helped me out of kindness and solved a serious problem for me. If there is anything I can do in the future, please give me your instructions." Leng Ling'er gave a rare polite gesture.
After that, a drop of the monk's blood was exchanged for a ray of Yin Qi. Each of them took what they needed and refined it. However, this exchange method was an alternative fusion. One person and one ghost gradually formed an unprecedented special intimacy.