While the old man was rushing toward the Soul Condensing River, an extremely pale monster ran from a distance with a speed so fast that it was indescribable and even its face could not be seen clearly.
Leng Ling'er was shocked and returned to Ding Fan's body, shouting: "Xiao Fan, run quickly!"
The moment he turned around, a sharp steel fork pierced the old man, and with a pop, the old man disappeared.
Before they even reached the foot of the mountain, the monster swooped forward and blocked the way, making escape impossible.
Only then did Ding Fan clearly see the appearance of the monster. It was probably one foot tall, because the length here cannot be measured with the eyes. The finite is infinite, which can be understood as the monster towering into the clouds.
On the pale nature, there are seven colors of light flowing. Ding Fan really can't understand how beautiful the seven colors of light are, but the monster's body is full of death and depression, sometimes blood red, sometimes faint blue, sometimes khaki, and many times.
Looking at it twice, the color is so thick that it looks like black, bottomless.
The steel fork was raised again, and Ding Fan couldn't avoid it. He quickly moved his meridians forward, revealing the aura of a living person, in order to be able to use the thunder crystal on the ring.
Um?
The monster was stunned, the steel fork also stopped in mid-air, and suddenly uttered human words, "Why can strangers break into the ghost realm?"
Every word was burning with flames. Through the flames, Ding Fan saw that none of the monster's teeth were in the same direction, just like two rows of staggered thorns.
"Inadvertent intrusion." Ding Fan clasped his fists.
"Unintentional?" The monster snorted coldly, flames rose all over his body, and the sound waves impacted Ding Fan's consciousness, "You can come here because you did it intentionally. No matter whether you are a living person or a ghost, you are not allowed to pass through the Soul Condensing River. Go to hell.
Bar!"
The steel fork was raised again, Ding Fan's consciousness was rippling, and he was almost unsteady on his feet. Instinctively, his true energy was injected into the thunder crystal, and a slender bolt of lightning shot out, hitting the defenseless monster in the middle and driving him far away.
At the same time, layers of ripples of Yin Qi were stirred up.
Ding Fan ran away, but he was extremely depressed inside. The energy of the thunder crystal was about to be exhausted, and the number of times it could be used was limited.
The monster that was hit became angry, and its whole body emitted yellow-green flames that were several feet long. It made a strange sound from its mouth, like some kind of call. In the blink of an eye, three more of the same monsters rushed over.
Ding Fan was surrounded from four angles, all raising their steel forks.
"Xiaofan, if I can resist them, I will let you run away first." Leng Ling'er was annoyed.
"I can't blame you, Ling'er." Ding Fan felt desperate.
"Xiaofan, I'm not afraid at all to die with you. Xiaofan, I..."
At the critical moment, the bell rang suddenly, and Ding Fan opened his eyes suddenly, but his whole body was cold and he broke into a cold sweat.
His heart was beating wildly, and it took a full five minutes for it to return to normal. He lazily stood up and looked in the mirror. Ding Fan himself was startled, and his face turned pale. Sure enough, he was someone who had just returned from the ghost land.
Leng Ling'er was also depressed and complained: "It was too reckless to go to the ghost land late at night when the yin was at its strongest, and I almost lost my life."
"Yes, you shouldn't just rush into the Soul Condensing Valley without looking at the road signs."
Ding Fan's annoyed look made Leng Ling'er feel distressed, and he persuaded him: "Xiao Fan, I don't mean to blame you. Hey, the ghost realm is too scary. Even if you go there during the day, the result will be the same."
"Yes, the one who saved us was the alarm clock." Ding Fan smiled bitterly.
"You also have great luck." Leng Ling'er prompted.
"By the way, Ling'er, what do you want to say to me when you leave the Soul Condensing Valley?"
"No, it's nothing." Leng Ling'er's eyes dodge, and she didn't dare to look directly at Ding Fan.
"It seems to have."
"That's because you're not strong enough to protect me."
Leng Ling'er swooped back into Ding Fan's body and stopped communicating. Ding Fan just laughed.
No sleepiness at all, I went to work as usual.
When he was about to get off work in the afternoon, he received a call from Huang Fu and asked Ding Fan to come over. It didn't sound enthusiastic, but Ding Fan guessed that it was related to the progress of No. 88.
Rushing to the small courtyard in the city and arriving at Huang Fu's office, Ding Fan exclaimed: "Seeing President Huang, I finally understand what the ancients meant by the document and labor form?"
A pair of white eyes rolled up behind his reading glasses. Huang Fu put down the work at hand and frowned: "You kid, it's a shame you still remember this place. I almost asked someone to pick you up at the door."
"Hey, I haven't been here for just a few days, and President Huang misses me so much."
"Glib tongue!"
Huang Fu was amused and waved to Ding Fan to sit down. As expected, he came up with a lot of blame.
"Someone reported that Feifan Pharmaceutical has made no progress so far. Xiaofan, there are so many leading scientists here, and they are said to be quite able to endure hardships. Why are they so slack?"
Feeling that this word was not used well, Huang Fu changed it to another, "negligence?"
It doesn’t seem right. In short, the results that everyone expected were not achieved!
"They are all scientists of a certain age, and there is really no one who is lazy. The reason why they do this is to make more detailed plans." Ding Fan explained.
"How long will it take?" Huang Fu asked in a deep voice.
"I can't say specifically, but I hope this situation changes as soon as possible." Ding Fan chuckled.
"You're so big-hearted. The bosses are waiting for you, but you can still laugh." Huang Fu frowned.
"President Huang, these are national treasure-level scientists. They wish they had twenty-five hours a day. They have tenacious perseverance and super self-discipline. They don't need supervision." Ding Fan changed the subject: "Just like President Huang.
, it is better to have your own business and be a wealthy and idle person, than to shine in the Chamber of Commerce."
Huang Fu couldn't help but laugh, and pointed: "Don't put your hat on me. However, I very much agree with what you said, and I don't doubt it. It's just puzzling that there has been no progress at all for so long."
"Scientists are not here to make money. They are more anxious than anyone else. When I get back, I will have a good talk with the person in charge and try to speed up the process." Ding Fan promised.
Huang Fu finally smiled with satisfaction, "That's pretty much it."
Huang Fu suppressed his smile, lowered his voice and said sincerely: "Xiaofan, do your best, you must be favored by the superiors, otherwise there wouldn't be so many scientific masters. However, you must have a good sense of proportion and try not to let the situation get out of control.
I can't get involved too much, and you must firmly hold the seal of the helm in your own hands."
"Thank you, President Huang, for reminding me. I understand." Ding Fan was sincerely grateful.
"I'm very happy to see you become successful. Haha, life is so contradictory. I used to think that my son was unmotivated and a waste. Now, he is busier than anyone else. He hangs up after making a phone call without saying a few words." Huang Fu smiled bitterly.
Shake his head.
"The business of the studio is indeed very busy. Brother Huang actually called me once and said that this is a critical period and everything must be postponed." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"Yeah. However, life-long events cannot be delayed."
Huang Fu's intention was obvious. If he couldn't get married, he wanted his son's best friend to persuade him.