Back in the room, Ding Fan lay down to rest and looked through the photos of the orphans in the Zhen'ai Welfare Home. After looking at about a dozen pictures, five of them had short lives, which was a large proportion.
This made Ding Fan wonder whether these five people also borrowed their lives. Short life seemed to be one of the characteristics of those who borrowed their lives.
It’s not surprising that if they loaned their lives away, how could they live a hundred years? It’s just that everyone’s lifespan is different, and the number of years they lend their lives is also different. Some people die in their thirties, while others can live to their fifties or sixties.
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At this time, Wu Yahuan pushed the door open and walked in. He lay down directly on the bed with his head on his arms and said: "Xiaofan, the bodyguards responded that Fu Dongyang's group frequently appeared near No. 88 today. They should follow us where we always go."
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"Haha, I know this guy's nose is very sensitive." Ding Fan sneered, "Humph, it's time for him to suffer a little."
"Without a sufficient excuse, the bodyguards can't beat people directly." Wu Yahuan was still thinking about finding an excuse to beat Fu Dongyang up, but Ding Fan said, "Sister Huan, follow my arrangement.
He came to invite you to the tomb."
Ding Fan leaned into Wu Yahuan's ear and told him the plan. Wu Yahuan laughed, clapped his hands, and that's it!
Everything depends on Sister Huan. Ding Fan was very polite and diligently massaged Wu Yahuan to relax her. Today, Wu Yahuan was so exhausted that he almost had blood blisters on his hands. In extreme relaxation, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Already.
After covering Wu Yahuan with a thin quilt, Ding Fan lay on the bed with his legs crossed and continued to analyze the photos.
In the middle of the night, Ding Fan got up and treated Ye Duckweed as usual. At the moment, the shadow of the snake was blurred, and it was estimated that it would disappear completely in two days.
After returning to the room, Ding Fan released Leng Ling'er. Seeing those hairs, Leng Ling'er was also shocked and turned into a shadow in excitement.
After analysis and analysis, Leng Ling'er was basically certain that this was Hunyuan silk, which was indeed hair, the hair of the legendary immortal.
As for whether it is the black hair of the Twelve Rivers Girl, it is not certain, but it is definitely a woman's hair, which is even, smooth and indestructible.
"Besides creating illusions, what is the use of Hunyuan Silk?" Ding Fan asked.
"I have read in an ancient book that after being refined with a special method and woven into a net bag, the lethality is extremely amazing. After so many years, these hair strands usually become defective, but killing a four
There is no problem with the super spirit ghost." Leng Ling'er said happily.
"Ling'er, don't just think about how to subdue higher-level spirit ghosts, work harder to upgrade yourself!" Ding Fan said anxiously.
"You don't want me to steal a high-level furnace." Leng Ling'er curled her lips, wondering why she didn't know Ding Fan's intentions.
"Hey, if you can make a net bag, you are safe and I am safe. This is called mutual benefit." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"What other treasures are there?" Leng Ling'er asked.
"Master, please identify, what is this?" Ding Fan took out the small bottle and opened the cap.
Spirit ghosts cannot smell the smell and can only rely on their senses to judge. After a long time, Leng Ling'er said uncertainly: "This should be bird droppings."
"You're right, bird droppings still smell like sandalwood, and can you set up a magic circle?" Ding Fan was shocked. He saw Leng Linger's evil smile and frowned, "Linger, are you kidding me?"
"Haha, I haven't finished yet. This is the feces of spiritual birds, which is rare. You know, they don't defecate easily. The scent of sandalwood should be from the fragrant bird of prey. According to legend, it has the power to confuse all living beings." Leng Ling
Er explained.
"Oh, then I don't need this thing. Brother Fan is already charming." Ding Fan said seriously.
"Haha, your stinky smell just attracts those stupid women around you. This is real magic!" Leng Ling'er laughed.
The words were really unpleasant, so Ding Fan went to the shower room again, and Leng Ling'er followed him in, not shying away.
After taking a bath, Ding Fan certainly would not wash it again. In a small pool of water in the bathtub, he took out a three-dimensional triangular piece of mud, which was already very sticky to his hands.
I turned on the faucet, crushed it hard, and rinsed it for a long time. The items inside finally showed their true colors.
The golden three-dimensional triangle is wrapped in a layer of golden light.
As soon as Leng Ling'er saw this thing, she immediately hid far away with a look of horror on her face.
"Ling'er, what are you afraid of?"
"The power of thunder and lightning!"
"Don't be afraid, I won't attack you with this thing. Tell me, what is this?" Ding Fan asked.
"You're so lazy, don't you know how to read more books?!" Leng Ling'er rolled her eyes, unable to control herself, and her entire eyeballs turned pure white, making her look more like a ghost.
"With a high-ranking ginseng like you, why bother bothering with your brains!" Ding Fan disagreed, with a smug smile on his face, which was so irritating that even a ghost would be angry.
The contract is here, Leng Ling'er has no choice but to say reluctantly: "This is the thunder crystal. It can be driven by infusing it with true energy. It can be used more than a dozen times!"
yeah!
Ding Fan yelled, but fortunately he was in the bathroom, otherwise Wu Yahuan would have woken up and asked what happened. The habit of sharing one piece when meeting cannot be changed. Even if there is only one piece, it must be divided twice to use the power of thunder and lightning.
"Ling'er, Senior Leng, how lethal is Thunder Crystal?" Ding Fan asked with a smile.
"A third-level spirit ghost can basically be beaten to death, and a fourth-level spirit ghost can be beaten to a disability. Let's put it this way, there is no spirit ghost who is not afraid of the power of thunder and lightning." Leng Ling'er explained from a distance.
It's a great self-defense product, but unfortunately it can only be used a few times, so be sparing.
"This thing is too small and inconvenient to carry!" Ding Fan said to himself.
"You're stupid, you don't know how to set it on a ring." Leng Ling'er still gave an idea, but there was nothing she could do. Only when Ding Fan was safe could she talk about self-protection. There was also an enemy like Luo Chenxing outside.
"Good idea!" Ding Fan nodded in approval. Wu Yahuan happened to be making a ring, so he just made it together. He said proudly: "Ling'er, am I considered a rich man in the spiritual world now?"
"You are simply a super rich man. Don't reveal your wealth, otherwise, you will definitely get into trouble." Leng Ling'er said seriously.
"Hey, it's Brother Fan's true nature to make a fortune in silence, and he won't tell anyone." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"Don't be so playful, remember not to tell anyone, including your master!"
"Ah? His old man has shown me the kindness to regenerate..."
"No one can be trusted!" Leng Ling'er's roar in his mind was deafening. Ding Fan quickly handed over his hands and begged for mercy. Okay, okay, don't say anything to anyone. Promise! Promise!
Of course, Ding Fan's answer was not sincere. It is difficult to repay a teacher's kindness. If the master really needed it, he would of course abandon his promise and offer it with both hands without hesitation.
After studying the safe for a long time, Ding Fan set a new password, leaving only one lilac outside, and all the other treasures were put in and locked. Not to mention how happy he was.
After exchanging blood and yin energy, Ding Fan took the qi-boosting pill and returned to bed to practice.