There was a virtual interface floating in front of the Lord of Qin Xiaodian, on which was a thick black back like ink, and a fiery red shadow could be faintly seen with iron chains around his body, and a dead and silent aura was transmitted.

"The skeleton army recently recorded the latest emoji, if you don't wake up, don't blame me for taking it to my sister first. Qin Xiaodian Lord poked the interface, and laughed twice, but unfortunately no one responded to him.

"Hey, I'll really find a problem, with you as the master, it's really a blood mold that has been poured for thousands of years. ”

The little hall master of Qin sighed, his palm opened, and a wisp of purple smoke flew out of his palm, transforming into a villain's version of the Dark Nine in front of his eyes.

Then he flipped the palm of his other hand, and the improved version of the Ghost 18 mobile phone flew up, and the villain version of the Shadow Nine turned into purple smoke again and drilled into the mobile phone, and the mobile phone interface suddenly lit up.

With a wave of Qin Xiaodian's sleeves, the virtual interface and mobile phone suddenly disappeared.

"Someone is coming, and he will inspect the Zhou officials. ”

Ye Fan, who didn't know what was going on in the afterlife, suddenly felt as if she had been hit by a hammer, and she gasped in pain, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Fortunately, this kind of severe pain is only instantaneous, and when this pain passes, Ye Fan opens his eyes again, and there is no longer the evil domineering spirit in his eyes, but the heavy eyes are not the same as before, and he has a little more enterprising sharpness.

"Ye Fan, are you okay?" Yun Xueshuang, who had not been waiting for Ye Fan to come out for a long time, knocked on the door of the bathroom and shouted anxiously.

Ye Fan eased his emotions and replied in a loud voice: "I'm fine, just wait." The voice was hoarse.

Yun Xueshuang's voice outside paused for a moment, and then sounded again: "Steward Wang brought a change of clothes, do you want me to bring them in for you?"

Soon after the words fell, the door to the bathroom opened, and a white hand stretched out.

Yun Xueshuang handed her the bag containing the clothes, and after Ye Fan took the bag, he closed the door of the bathroom.

She quickly washed herself and wiped the blood from the ground and mirror, although she had picked up her speed, the injury had slowed her movements, and it was already half an hour before she walked out of the bathroom.

Wearing brand new silk pajamas, Ye Fan walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair with a towel.

Yu Si was probably tired of crying, and fell asleep on the sofa, covered with a blanket.

Yun Xueshuang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with her hands on her chest, looking at the vast night outside, surrounded by a thick sadness.

"Snow Frost, I've washed it, you go wash it. Ye Fan walked over, as if he hadn't noticed her sad emotions, and said nothing.

"Hmm. Yun Xueshuang's voice was a little nasal, and her eyes were lowered, covering the mist and bloodshot in her eyes.

The night was deep, Ye Fan sat up from the bed, glanced at Yu Si and Yun Xueshuang, who were not sleeping peacefully, with a yellow talisman between his fingers, and spontaneously combusted without fire for a while, and the two people on the bed suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

Pasted with a pseudo-spirit talisman, Ye Fan wore a pair of pajamas, went out through the floor-to-ceiling window, and parked outside the hotel more than 30 stories high, at her feet, the police lights and the flashing lights of the media were still on, this night was a sleepless night for many people.

The void behind her suddenly fluctuated, and Li Qiaojing, who had been summoned, floated in front of her, looked at her pale face, and said worriedly: "Fanfan, what happened?

"I'm fine. Ye Fan shook his head and said, "What's the situation at Bar No. 8?"

"Everything is normal, Zhang Cheng seems to have disappeared out of thin air, I searched inside and outside the No. 8 bar, but I didn't find any trace of him. Li Qiaojing said.

It is impossible for a person to disappear out of thin air, and it is impossible to avoid her tracking under Li Qiaojing's nose, there must be something wrong with the No. 8 wine bar.

Feeling the unpleasant breath in his body, Ye Fan could only give up his plan to visit Bar No. 8 in person.

"Let Lan Xiang and Xu Gang order to go down, let the deceased remember Zhang Cheng's appearance, and report to me as soon as they find his whereabouts. Ye Fan pondered for a moment, and then said: "Bar No. 8 will let Lan Xiang and Xu Gang go to a place with me first." ”

"Okay, I'll let them know right away. Li Qiaojing took out her mobile phone and sent Ye Fan's instructions down.

Tonight, the moonlight is hazy, and the Lushi Cemetery is shrouded in moonlight, a miserable white, gloomy and terrifying, and the wind gusts.

Two shadows came in the sky and stood on a large banyan tree outside the cemetery.

Ye Fan dotted on the canopy, his face was pale, his breath around him was weak, and his magnetic field was cold, even more like a deceased than Li Qiaojing, a real deceased.

"Huh, has the paper tie opened the yin door?" Li Qiaojing held a paper umbrella and looked at the paper tie shop with two paper white lanterns hanging in front of the shop not far away.

Authentic paper shops, do business in the sun during the day, and do business in the other world at night, but now in the era of the end of the law, authentic paper shops are not only rare, but also open twice a month, each time it opens, all like rushing to the market, lively and extraordinary.

It's time for her tonight.

Ye Fan's pale face showed joy and floated down from the canopy, followed by Li Qiaojing.

At this moment, the paper shop is full of souls, and the door of the shop is wide open, but Lao Bi, who is the boss, is not inside, and there is a paper man representing himself sitting on the boss's chair.

Ye Fan took a turn outside the shop, and according to the five elements of gossip, with the sky, he calculated the southeast location of the paper shop, which is the place where the cemetery stone frame door is located, which is the best place to practice tonight.

Standing on the stone gate of the cemetery, Ye Fan sat down cross-legged, with his back to the entire cemetery, immersed in his mind, running the "Dao Yuan Jue", and the dim Tai Chi Zhu above the dantian turned obscurely.

As soon as she made a move, the magnetic field in this area, which was invisible to the naked eye, changed, and the surrounding yin attribute energy converged like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, rolling in the direction where she was, emitting a yin roar.

Ye Fan's already pale face was suddenly covered with frost, dyeing her hair and eyebrows white.

Li Qiaojing, as a strong spirit, couldn't stand such a powerful yin energy, and he could barely bear it when he retreated eight meters away, and he couldn't retreat anymore, and if he retreated, he would withdraw from the direction.

Holding the handle of the paper umbrella in her palm, Li Qiaojing also sat down cross-legged like Ye Fan, a cold breath gushed out from her palm, and the paper umbrella flew to her head with dripping spins, spinning by itself.

With the departure of the paper umbrella, Li Qiaojing seemed to have lost her restraints in an instant, her face was like a white wall, her eyes turned blood, and the blood mist overflowed from her body, rolling around her, fusing with the rich yin energy around her, constantly enhancing her yin power.