"Sister Huan, our move here must be kept secret," Ding Fan said.
"Are you really afraid that your master will know?" Wu Yahuan curled his lips.
"I'm afraid that Sikong Ye will know about it. With her unreasonable character, she will have to kick me out and take over this place."
"Huh, she just wants to kick me out."
That's right, Sikong Ye disliked all the women around Ding Fan, and Wu Yahuan was the first to bear the brunt. If Ding Fan hadn't stopped her, she would have disabled Wu Yahuan long ago, regardless of what kind of rich woman she was.
"Yi Zi doesn't have much of a circle of friends, as long as my sister doesn't know about it," Ding Fan said.
"I have an idea. Tomorrow I will buy a two-bedroom house down there. When people ask, I will just say that I live there." Wu Yahuan said, but what he was actually thinking about was how to deceive his parents.
It’s too expensive!
But for a rich man like Wu Yahuan, it is nothing. Ding Fan complimented: "Sister Huan is wise."
At this moment, Ding Fan felt a gray shadow floating above his head in a trance. He was startled and hurriedly opened his Dharma Eyes.
This time I saw clearly that the gray figure in the sky was a ghost, a middle-aged man in a suit. He was swimming in the air like a fish, as if he was staring down.
He probably didn't sense anything. After a few breaths, the ghostly figure floated away and disappeared.
He is not a spirit ghost, but he is also a powerful ghost. He may be the first pathfinder. There is no doubt that the Tiandi Chamber of Commerce has a very good eye and has already detected that Ding Fan has moved here.
It was right to move, and it was right not to take Mu Xiaolei with him. From now on, the Tiandi Chamber of Commerce's focus will no longer be Hengfu Building.
After a moment, a gray shadow suddenly appeared, a man in a suit.
Completely different from the previous one, this ghost has already materialized, and he is extremely handsome. He is definitely the kind of man that makes women fall in love with him at first sight.
Ding Fan felt very familiar and quickly remembered that the last time he visited Zhen'ai Welfare Home at night, the humanoid wooden sculpture standing in the corner was this man.
The sudden appearance showed that he was very fast, and Ding Fan could almost conclude that this was a third-level spirit ghost.
He definitely wanted to break in and commit murder. The talisman set by the master was too powerful, and the third-level ghosts did not dare to approach, and they could not even feel the breath inside the house.
While chatting with Wu Yahuan, Ding Fan took out the Soul Collection Flag and quietly released Leng Ling'er.
Wu Yahuan suddenly shivered, folded his arms, and asked in confusion, "Xiaofan, why do I feel a little cold?"
"Go back and find a blanket to cover yourself with. Maybe the air conditioner is a little low," Ding Fan said.
"It's because the house is too big." Wu Yahuan got up lazily and went back to the house to find a blanket. At this moment, Leng Ling'er's shouting voice had already entered Ding Fan's mind.
"Ding Fan, what kind of place is this? Why is there a third-level spirit ghost outside?"
"My master's private house is absolutely safe. He can't break in and he can't feel you." Ding Fan said.
"That's good!" Leng Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief and added, "I didn't expect that the world after death would be so dangerous, with even third-level ghosts appearing."
"He was sent by the Life Loan Organization and wanted to kill me."
"You must not go out. If you can't pass one move, you're finished."
"Hey, I won't go out. If he can, he will come in." Ding Fan said nonchalantly.
"This male ghost feels a bit familiar." Leng Ling'er said.
Ding Fan couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Ling'er, think about it carefully, it would be best to know who he is? Could he also be a monk?"
When Wu Yahuan came back with the blanket and lay down again, Leng Ling'er also gave the answer. This male ghost was Gu Chunmei's boyfriend when she was alive. I haven't remembered what he did specifically.
Another enemy!
Alas, Leng Ling'er also has a constitution that invites disaster, but Ding Fan believes that this third-level spirit ghost was arranged by the organization and came here for him.
Although it was very safe, Leng Ling'er still felt very stressed when facing the third-level spirit ghost, so she took the initiative to return to the soul collecting banner first.
Soon, the third-level spirit ghost in the sky suddenly disappeared, coming and going without a trace.
Just after covering him with a blanket, Wu Yahuan suddenly felt hot, kicked it to the ground, grabbed the air conditioner remote control, and lowered the room temperature by two degrees.
"Hey, are you not used to the new place, are you hot and cold?" Wu Yahuan was wondering when a warm palm was placed on her forehead. Ding Fan gave the diagnosis and everything was fine.
Holding the hand on his forehead, Wu Yahuan reminded him seriously: "Xiaofan, promise me not to deny your relationship easily for any reason."
"there has never been."
"I'm not kidding, look, I'm about to cry." Wu Yahuan pointed to his eyes.
Ding Fan laughed loudly. How could these little tricks be hidden from the fortune teller? He pointed out directly, "You are sleepy! Sister Huan, you haven't rested in the past two days. You have dark circles under your eyes. Get some sleep tomorrow."
Still the brightest star on the rooftop!”
"Haha, yes, I am the star on the roof!"
Wu Yahuan smiled, quickly pecked Ding Fan on the cheek, and happily returned to her new room. A rich woman with a net worth of tens of billions still feels that she is happier hanging out with a poor boy.
Ding Fan can't rest yet, so he releases Leng Ling'er!
Ghost ghosts also like their new home!
Leng Ling'er quickly visited Fuyun Residence, and happily spun into a phantom. Well, that's how it seemed to Ding Fan.
"It's such a good place. I can go out and walk around at night." Leng Ling'er said with satisfaction.
"Ling'er, do you like it here too?" Ding Fan asked.
"Of course, what woman doesn't like it?"
Ding Fan didn't ask too much. He was worried that the master had set up a special magic circle here, which would restrict Leng Ling'er. Looking at it now, he can feel relieved.
At this moment, Leng Ling'er suddenly stopped in the air and looked in the direction of the study.
"Ling'er, what's wrong?" Ding Fan asked quickly.
"On the third shelf of the third bookcase after entering the door, I felt a strange smell!"
Ding Fan hurried over, but Leng Ling'er stayed far away, repelling this kind of aura.
"The sixth book! Not that one, number from the right!" Leng Ling'er commanded from afar.
He took out the book that Leng Ling'er was pointing to, and it was a copy of "The Heart Sutra". Ding Fan quickly flipped through the pages of the book, but he didn't find anything unusual.
Leng Ling'er in the distance was a little anxious and couldn't help but cursed: "You're so stupid! Turn slowly, it's in front."
Finally, Ding Fan was close to the picture page and found a special talisman!
Drawn on silk as thin as cicada wings, it adheres closely to the pages of the book. After compacting, no gaps can be seen from the outside!
Ding Fan was overjoyed, this is a spiritual talisman! A protective spiritual talisman that is even more advanced than the golden talisman!
With this kind of talisman on your body, no evil thing can get close easily!
Without Leng Ling'er's help, and Ding Fan couldn't read so many books, perhaps the magic talisman would not have been discovered. Whether this talisman was kept privately by the master or was left to Ding Fan on purpose has not yet been determined.