Duan Wushuang looked at the laughing crowd, not only did she not get angry, but she also laughed with everyone.

"Hey, as Teacher Du Xuan said, a group of poor and pathetic people!" Duan Wushuang pursed his lips and said contemptuously: "Do you know Xiang Wuxi?"

"Can you ask him to save my son?" Yang Fucheng was shocked to hear Xiang Wuxi's name, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he suddenly forgot the little face of Duan Wushuang in front of him, and even forgot that she was just a little girl who was less than ten years old.

Several of the teachers present hurriedly showed their shrewdness and flattery.

"Vice Dean Yang, don't listen to this little girl's nonsense!"

"I'm afraid that the ghost hand has returned to the west long ago, let alone invited, even if you hear his voice, it will be difficult to go to the sky!"

"He can invite Xiang Wuxi, and I can also invite the Heavenly God Bodhisattva!"

These teachers were abusing Duan Wushuang with a variety of tricks about what he had just said, as if they had heard a big joke!

"Haha, do you want to hear me speak so much?" a voice seemed to float far away, and seemed to whisper in everyone's ear.

"Not only can this ghost girl invite me, but I also feel very honored!" said Xiang Wuxian deliberately learning the tone of the last person to speak.

Yang Fucheng's eyes widened, he raised his head and searched hard in the air, except for Xiang Wu's ethereal voice, he found nothing. Although he had a little doubt in his heart, he still put down the vice dean's shelf for the time being.

Yang Fucheng bowed to the air and said: "I have heard that there is no trace of the predecessors, please help me and save the dog!"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Xiang Wu's voice seemed to come from all directions, and it seemed that there was no direction at all, and it was completely ethereal in the air.

People looked around for the source of the sound, and couldn't help but whisper about it.

"You are all surrounding the old man so chaotically, how can I treat the patient?" said Xiang Wuxian again.

As soon as Xiang Wuxi's words fell, the chattering crowd immediately fell silent, and they quickly flashed out of a passage, Shi Jiu saw that at the end of the passage was indeed Yang Jiaao sitting on a chair with his head tilted and his head drooping, but his eyes were dull, his mouth was slightly open, and a cool saliva was slowly flowing down the corner of his mouth.

The current Yang Jiaao really looks like he has lost his soul!

"Well, well, it's okay, it's okay! It seems that this master who shot is still merciful. Only his soul was extracted, leaving his soul behind!Otherwise, even I would be helpless!" People saw a phantom figure flickering in front of Yang Jiaao's body, and then immediately disappeared.

Once again, the crowd let out a whoa, whoa, whoa.

Because of Xiang Wuxi's unpredictable figure, it shocked everyone again, and now no one doubts the authenticity of Xiang Wuxi.

In fact, Yang Fucheng had always doubted in his heart just now how could Duan Wushuang, a little girl, invite Xiang without a trace. But the facts in front of him are understandable, Yang Fucheng was still impressed by Xiang Wuxi's unfathomable figure.

But when Yang Fucheng heard what Xiang Wuxian had just said, he didn't know whether he should be happy or annoyed, and the worry in his heart spread again.

He completely put down his status as a vice president, bowed deeply to the air in front of him again, and said: "Hearing you say this, Senior Xiang must have a way to cure the dog! Yang is grateful, what do you need me to do, but it doesn't hurt to say it!"

"I don't need you to do anything, but there are a lot of things needed to fill his soul sense, fortunately, I have walked the rivers and lakes, read countless people, and I have long been fully prepared in order to treat others in time. Xiang Wuxi's voice came suddenly: "Here is a list, you can quickly see and return, I don't care if there are all of them, but the difference is not good!"

A piece of paper slowly fell from the air, Yang Fucheng grabbed it in his hand, looked down carefully, first nodded, and then suddenly shook his head and said: "The items in front are easy to say, but in the end, the soul consciousness returns to its place, and Jia Ao must give up a sense, what does this mean? And is three days too long?"

Duan Wushuang jumped over, snatched the paper from Yang Fucheng's hand, took a cursory look and said, "You still don't understand, giving up a sense is what you pick Yang Jiaao doesn't want, for example, vision, taste, hearing, etc.!"

Duan Wushuang was all too familiar with this piece of paper, because it was exactly what she had hurriedly listed in the morning.

Duan Wushuang basically wrote down all the treasures he knew.

Where is the medicine needed to heal Yang Jiaao, it is simply blatant plunder.

When Yang Fucheng saw the things on the paper, he knew that most of the things listed on the list were completely unjustified and sky-high prices, but he really had no other solution, so he could only let Duan Wushuang and Xiang Wushuang slaughter without a trace.

Yang Fucheng took off the storage bag from his waist and handed it to the people around him, instructing him to take out all the items according to the list of needed items and hand them to Senior Xiang.

Duan Wushuang couldn't help but snatch the storage bag over, and said with a small mouth pretending to be angry: "Your son's life is important, or is this bit of a broken thing important?" Besides, this little thing doesn't seem to be enough!" She checked the storage bag in her hand, and then squeezed her eyebrows and gestured to Yang Fucheng.

At this moment, Yang Fucheng couldn't cry or laugh. He helplessly bit his finger and dripped blood on the storage sac, lifting the seal of the storage sac to recognize the owner, he sighed and said: "Senior Xiang, as long as I don't lose my senses, I am willing to pay any price! Any greater price!"

"This can't! The soul consciousness will damage the senses when it returns to its place!" said Xiang Wuzhi's voice very decisively.

Yang Fucheng rubbed his hands and sweated profusely on his forehead. Muttering that it's not good to give up that, poor son.

"If you are allowed to choose, you must be reluctant to do any of them, will I choose for you?" Shi Jiu next to him finally spoke.

Yang Fucheng glared at Shi Jiu fiercely, and said indignantly: "Little starless waste, it's not your turn to speak here!"

Without waiting for Shi Jiu to speak, Duan Wushuang on the side had already rushed to speak.

"Why can't it be the ninth brother's turn to speak?" Duan Wushuang shouted loudly: "Just let my ninth brother choose, Xiang Laoyou, listen well, you don't have to do anything without my ninth brother to speak!"

"Obey!" Xiang Wu's two-word answer shocked everyone.

Everyone was completely confused by Duan Wushuang's arrogant posture.