"Hong Yi. Ye Fan screamed lightly, and at the same time pointed at him a little weakly.

The floating soul body instantly became solidified, and the blood-colored halo around the body dissipated, revealing a red fruit body covered with knife marks, like a broken clay figure that had been re-sewn together.

Click, click, click!

The deceased turned his head towards Ye Fan, his face was also covered with terrifying knife marks, and what was even more terrifying was a pair of eyes with no eyeballs, only empty eye sockets, and two black holes in the eye sockets.

It was exactly the same as the corpse lying on the dissecting table, and it was Hong Yi's soul body.

"Ye, Fan. The buzzing ghost sounded, with a palpitating tone, his lips were scratched by two crossed knife marks, his lips did not move, the words fell, and the whining ghost chirped in the dissecting room, and it echoed, as if crying, and like a howl.

Bang bang bang!

The table where the tools were placed shook as if it had been hit by an earthquake, and the scalpels, small serrations, tweezers, and other tools on it jumped as if they had a soul of their own.

Ye Fan glanced at it lightly, as if he was watching the bear child crying, and let him make a fuss, then he said indifferently: "Is there enough trouble?"

Syllable!

The shaking table calmed down instantly, and the tools on it were quiet, and even the wind disappeared.

"Since you've made enough trouble, let's talk about it, who is the person who killed you?" Ye Fan looked at Hong Yi's soul body with sharp eyes, and frowned when he saw his appearance of Chiguo, really a little dirty in his eyes.

When lying on the dissecting table, in her eyes, he was a corpse, not a man or a woman, but the soul body stood in front of her like this, it was about men and women, it was too dirty.

She hadn't even seen her dear Hades Nine.

Turning around, picking up a white cloth and covering the corpse on the dissecting table, Ye Fan's right hand moved, holding a spirit rune between his fingers, and with a slight flick, the spirit rune turned into a wisp of green smoke, and after turning around the corpse, it shot into Hong Yi's spirit body.

A flash of light flashed from the spirit body, and Chiguo's body was wrapped in a white cloth, wrapped tightly, and the knife marks on his face were gone, and his eyes were no longer empty, but two clusters of faint green light floating, like ghost fire, except for his eyes, which had basically returned to his pre-death appearance.

"Ye Fan, woo, it's you, it's you who killed me, it's all because you ......" The green eyes stared at Ye Fan gloomily, Hong Yi suddenly let out a humming ghost sound of hatred, and his body kept shaking, as if he wanted to stretch out his hand to strangle Ye Fan, but he was wrapped tightly in a white cloth, let alone stretching out his hand, he didn't even have the ability to float away from the place.

He is a new deceased, even if he is born with resentment, he does not have the strength to break free from Ye Fan's shackles, even if he is given time to absorb the qi of resentment and incarnate into a powerful spirit, in front of the current Ye Fan, it is still a small shrimp.

"Me?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows amusedly, "Although you are not human, please be reasonable, when you died, I was waiting in the Hong Mansion to arrest you." ”

After Li Lanke's death, the spirit body became a 'lost soul' and became a fool, this Hong Yi couldn't be tortured and gone crazy, right?

"Arrest me, why are you arresting me?" Hong Yi opened his 'shameless' leaky mouth wide, roared at Ye Fan, the ghost fire in his eyes jumped violently, and terrifying knife marks began to crack on his face again, ridiculously wanting to use the ghost appearance and release the ghost qi to scare Ye Fan, just like he had just used the yin qi to shake the placement table.

"If it weren't for the fact that you injured me, caused me to be whipped in the torture hall, and let my uncle lock me up, I wouldn't have to sneak out of the old mansion, there are no guards and bodyguards around to protect the murderer, if it weren't for my weak body, how could that murderer kill me......"

Hong Yi raised his head and made a complaint, his whole face burst open, his eyes were actually flowing green blood and tears, and the boundless sorrow made the dissection room whining and whining, and it was actually blown to the ground by the tools placed on the table, and the white cloth wrapped around him also had a tendency to tear.

"One knife, another knife, I clearly felt the pain of each knife cutting on my body, two hundred and fifty knives...... A full two hundred and fifteen knives, just like that, slashed on my body, and I ......"

The yin wind was stronger, the resentment on Hong Yi's spirit became heavier and heavier, and the corpse on the dissecting table suddenly moved, his arms slowly raised, and as the corpse's arms were raised, the white cloth covering it also slipped off a little, revealing half of his head, and slowly turned around Ye Fan, the hollow eyes on the corpse seemed to be staring at her, and the green eyes were rolling in it.

Hong Yi's mournful ghost voice continued to buzz: "I also watched my life's roots being ...... with my own eyes Ah, all my pain, my suffering, my despair, are all because of you...... Ye Fan, I'm going to let you pay for your life......"

It goes without saying how important the root of life is for a man, especially for a man who is lustful as his life, the root of life may be more important than his life.

The murderer's torture of Hong Yi, the most ruthless knife is to castrate him alive, and it will not be a 'gentle' castration, judging from the knife edge of the corpse, it is definitely a blunt knife cut little by little, in this process, the most terrible thing is the bearing in the heart, that kind of despair is definitely more torturous than the 250 knives cut on him.

Ye Fan just listened calmly from beginning to end, and did not stop him from all kinds of crazy tricks, how could this kind of small scene scare her.

But she wasn't going to let him continue to go crazy, but the rest was okay, what she cared about was the corpse on the autopsy table, what if she played too big and broke the corpse?

Therefore, when the corpse on the autopsy table was about to sit up, she raised her hand, made a handprint, and walked a little into the void with a light breeze.

The roaring wind stopped, the vibrating table was as quiet as a dog, and even the corpses whose upper bodies had left the dissection table lay back, their heads still neatly aligned.

Hong Yi's spirit body still wanted to struggle, but he found that the resentment he had gathered was instantly dispelled, and his cracked face returned to normal.

He went crazy and lonely, and from beginning to end, he didn't even hurt a single hair of Ye Fan.

"When you are stupid, when you are a deceased, you are even more stupid. Ye Fan raised his eyelids and spoke in disgust, looking like if you weren't lying on my dissecting table, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to your disgust.

"You ......"

"Still can't see the situation clearly? As a human being, you can't beat me, and you still want to provoke me, as a deceased person, you should be able to sense that I am a cultivator, and I have repeatedly played this little trick in front of me, you say, are you stupid, you will end up in this situation, that is, you will be stupid to death by yourself. Ye Fan said mercilessly, she usually doesn't like to talk, she has a poisonous tongue, and she is afraid of ghosts.

Hong Yi: "......"