Chapter 214 The wicked still need the wicked to grind
Fan Jin smiled from ear to ear: "The soul-beating whip was burned to ashes. It's so cool."
He had suffered a lot from being beaten with a soul whip and was very afraid of it.
Although Fan Jin knew that will-o'-the-wisp was a powerful weapon against the soul-beating whip, he still felt uneasy.
Now that the soul-beating whip was burned, Fan Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where did you get the will-o'-the-wisp?"
Old Man Yin was terribly distressed, and his oozing face was even more ghastly and terrifying.
Fan Jin laughed proudly: "Of course the master gave it to me, how about it? Is it enough for you to drink a pot?"
When Old Man Yin heard this, his heart was as cold as the bottom of the valley, but he regretted it to death.
"Hey, if I had known that Xu Jia was so powerful, I shouldn't have messed with him. What should I do now? I'm in trouble. I have eyes but no eyes, and I have eyes but no eyes."
Fan Jin was quite proud, and a cane appeared in his hand, swinging it with a crackling sound, and slowly walked towards Old Man Yin.
Old Man Yin was so frightened that he couldn't help but back away: "What are you doing? Why are you cracking the whip? I'm telling you, if you dare to attack me, be careful and I'll beat you up."
When he heard that Old Man Yin wanted to beat him, Fan Jin was so angry that he trembled all over. He swung the cane and slapped Old Man Yin on the face.
boom!
Old Man Yin lost his soul-beating whip and became a bad old man, vulnerable to a single blow.
Fan Jin was whipped away by a cane, a blood groove appeared on his face, and his skin was torn apart.
"Ouch!"
"it hurts!"
Yin Lao had a heartbreaking headache and yelled at Fan Jin: "How dare a dog slave slap his master? He's going against it, he's really going against it."
Fan Jin is very angry.
After all, I am a fourth-grade official and a magistrate, but I have been enslaved by your Yin family for more than three hundred years.
Forget about being a slave, you still beat and scold me all the time. If you don’t treat a capable brat like me as solid food, you can’t be that much of a human being.
"Slap you, slap you..."
Fan Jin waved the cane and punched the old man Yin.
Old Man Yin was covered in injuries and huddled in the corner wailing: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, if you hit me again I will die..."
Fan Jin roared angrily: "Old man Yin, you know now that you were wrong? It's too late. You have enslaved, humiliated, and abused me for so many years. Have you ever thought about today? I want to beg for mercy. Wait until I have beaten you enough."
Bang bang bang...
Fan Jin screamed hysterically and choked violently.
If Xu Jia had not told him not to kill, Fan Jin would have cut Old Man Yin into pieces.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm dead, I'm going to die..."
Old Man Yin let out a heart-rending cry and was beaten to the point of fainting.
"It's really hard to beat!"
Fan Jin was also tired from the beating. He shook his head and felt better if he mentioned it more: "Hey, the new owner is so nice. It gives me a chance to take revenge and maybe become a god. Haha, I, Fan Jin, am going to have bad luck again.
"Compared with becoming a god, Fan Jin's success in the imperial examination is nothing."
Fan Jin rested for a long time, then walked towards Old Man Yin and snatched back the strand of yellow watch.
When I opened it, I saw a dark stuff wrapped around it.
"Remove the filth, my filth."
Fan Jin was very happy. He integrated the removal of filth into his soul and immediately felt a big difference.
This is the feeling of being a ghost, my whole body is light and airy, not like the groggy before.
"Wake up and stop pretending to be dead."
Fan Jin raised the cane and slapped Old Man Yin on his buttocks.
"Ouch, it hurts!"
Old Man Yin had no choice but to open his eyes and huddled in the corner, like a local dog, looking up at Fan Jin pitifully.
Fan Jin said: "Give you a choice."
Old Man Yin trembled: "What...what choice?"
Fan Jin said: "Either die or lose your strength."
The so-called "San Gong" is the method of dispersing the Yin.
Old Man Yin was stunned immediately and hurriedly begged for mercy: "No, I don't want to lose my strength. Lord Ghost, please be merciful and I will give you money. I have plenty of money..."
Fan Jin smiled disdainfully: "You can't be promiscuous when you're rich. I'm a candidate. Is it free to read books? Besides, I'm with a new master and I'm still short of money to spend?"
Old Man Yin bribed Fan Jin again: "I have used the magic of Yin to find you a female ghost and get married."
Fan Jin laughed loudly, with contempt on his face: "Don't use honey traps on me. I tell you, my master has said that Nie Xiaoqian will be betrothed to me. Can the female ghost you are looking for be prettier than Nie Xiaoqian?"
"this……"
Old Man Yin was dumbfounded, crying and wiping away his tears, feeling no regrets.
If he doesn't give up, he will raise a kid in the future and have a chance for revenge.
But if you lose your gong and become an ordinary person, you will never have the chance to make a comeback.
Fan Jin felt even happier when he saw Yin Laotu's desperate look.
Damn it, grandma, I too will turn around one day.
Fan Jin yelled fiercely: "Don't delay my time, you will either lose your strength or die. I will only give you five seconds, five, four, three, two, one..."
"Okay, it seems you want to die."
Fan Jin stretched out his big hand to break Old Man Yin's neck.
"No, I'm going to relax!"
Old Man Yin was forced to do nothing, and slapped his lower abdomen with a palm.
Puff puff……
Old Man Yin farted continuously for a minute.
The stench is overwhelming!
"It stinks, it stinks, it stinks to death." Fan Jin covered his nose and did not dare to let go.
This shit is gong.
After a while, the fart disappeared, and the old man drooped in the corner like an eggplant beaten by frost.
His hair turned gray, and his teeth became loose and even fell out.
His whole person no longer had that fierce and cold temperament, but instead looked like a shaky old man.
"Humph, you know what's going on!"
Fan Jin snickered in his heart.
In fact, he just wanted to scare Old Man Yin, so he didn't dare to actually kill anyone.
Unexpectedly, Old Man Yin was very cooperative.
Old Man Yin looked at Fan Jin who was still standing in front of him and said angrily: "Master Gui, I've already finished my work, what else do you want?"
Fan Jin smiled proudly: "I have no more requests, but my master still wants to settle accounts with you."
"Ah? We still have to settle accounts."
Old Man Yin's scalp felt numb when he thought of Xu Jia's power.
Fan Jin said fiercely: "I'll see you at the Li family tea ceremony in half an hour. If you dare to be one second late, you will die!"
After saying that, Fan Jin floated and disappeared into Yin Defu.
"A catastrophe, a catastrophe."
Old Man Yin lowered his feet, pressed his chest, and cried bitterly.
The wicked must be punished by the wicked.
After being repaired by Fan Jin, Old Man Yin was as honest as an earthworm.
He didn't even have time to lick his wounds before he hurriedly finished the Li family tea ceremony.
He was afraid that if he arrived late, he would be killed.
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Xu Jia is still fighting with Chu Li and Chu Meng.
Xu Jia spanked Chu Meng's ass, it was addictive, it felt so good.
Behind him, Chu Li was pinching his waist.
Although it hurt, he gritted his teeth and endured it in order to touch Chu Meng's butt.
"Hey, if I could take off Chu Meng's pants and spank her, it would feel so good..."
Just as he was thinking about the evil place, Fan Jin drifted in.
"Master, Old Man Yin has been subdued by me. I'll see you at the Li family tea ceremony in half an hour. Haha, Master, I'm so grateful to you."
"Very good!"
When Xu Jia heard that Fan Jin had defeated Old Man Yin, he jumped up excitedly: "Come on, I'll go meet this guy and see how I can talk like a lion."
Xu Jia ran out happily.
Chu Li wiped the sweat from his head and was very surprised: "Is Xu Jia really mentally ill? Who was he talking to just now? Could he be talking to a ghost?"
Chu Meng held her butt pitifully: "It hurts, sister. My butt is swollen after being beaten by my brother-in-law. Please help me put some medicine on it. It hurts..." (To be continued)