The bloody notebook was spread out and placed on the coffee table, Ning Fan and the fat man sat on the sofa at a loss, feeling the burning sensation from their fingers, Ning Fan looked down at his hand, and saw that the cigarette between the two fingers had burned to the end, and a long section of cigarette ash on the cigarette butt trembled on the cigarette butt, Ning Fan shook for a moment, and then carefully stretched out his hand to the coffee table, wanting to shake it off in the ashtray before the cigarette butt fell.

But as soon as he reached halfway, the cigarette ash fell down and landed right on the notebook, Ning Fan reached out and wiped it on the notebook, I don't know if it was because of the notebook paper or some other reason, the cigarette ash on the notebook was not wiped off, but was wiped by Ning Fan everywhere.

Ning Fan's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, then kept staring at the notebook, and then patted the fat man next to him.

"Fatty, you see, doesn't it look like handwriting?" Ning Fan picked up the notebook on the coffee table, and did not continue to wipe the cigarette ash on the notebook, but held it up in front of the fat man, hearing Ning Fan's words, the fat man hurriedly stretched his head over, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the page of paper that was sprinkled with cigarette ash by Ning Fan.

"It seems to have words...... It's the seventh day, it's her first seven, and I know she's going to come back to me, I feel it...... She's right outside the door. Then the traces of handwriting were also broken here, but from these words, Ning Fan felt that maybe the two of them were wrong in their guesses, maybe ...... Zhang Jun really committed suicide......

"Gollum ......" The fat man swallowed his saliva and turned his head to look at Ning Fan, "You say...... Will Zhang Jun be ...... by Liu Qian" The fat man made a gesture of wiping his neck with his hand on his neck.

"Wait, you look here?" Ning Fan pointed to the middle of the notebook, "Do you see if there is a tear mark here?" ”

"Well, I didn't pay attention just now, but when you say that, it seems to be true." The fat man took the notebook in Ning Fan's hand and pulled the notebook vigorously to both sides, revealing a tear-off mark in the middle.

"You wait...... Ning Fan hurriedly explained to the fat man and went straight to his room, and when he came out, he was holding a bottle in his hand, and the fat man saw it, isn't it the bottle of cow tears that Liu Ye gave him.

"What are you doing with this?" The fat man asked puzzled.

"If it was really Liu Qian who killed Zhang Jun...... Tear up the notebook, there must be her resentment left on it......" Ning Fan said as he poured out a little liquid from the vial and smeared it on his eyelids.

"Whew...... There really is a ......" Ning Fan opened his eyes and looked at the notebook, and let out a long breath, "What is really?" The fat man looked at Ning Fan's appearance, and he also learned that he poured a little liquid on his hand and wiped it on his eyelids.

When the fat man opened his eyes, all he saw was a notebook wrapped in cyan smoke.

"What is this?" The fat man pointed to the notebook and asked Ning Fan, "This is the ghost." ”

"What are you looking at me for? What do I have to look at? ”

"No, I've been looking at your old face for decades, and it's really nothing to look at, but what I'm more curious about is, how do you understand this?" The fat man looked at Ning Fan in surprise, he couldn't figure out when he learned this, he didn't hear that Liu Ye had taught him.

"You'll understand this after reading that little book." Ning Fan didn't dwell on this question, but pointed to the small "Level Monk Novice Assistant Manual" under the coffee table and said.

"Liu Ye gave it to you?" "No, the elder brother gave it to me."

"And ......," Ning Fan said with a frown as he looked at the cyan smoke wrapped around the notebook, "If it's not wrong, the cyan smoke represents...... But the Ghost King! ”

"What? Ghost King? The fat man screamed, with a ghostly expression, "Big brother, do you see it right?" An 18-year-old girl who has just died can be transformed into a ghost king? ”

"I don't know, I just judged it according to the beginner's manual, but Liu Qian died so miserably...... I don't think it's uncommon to transform into a ghost king......" Ning Fan said with a sigh.

"Uh...... It seems to make some sense. The fat man nodded, and then immediately shook his head like a rattle, "But if Liu Qian is the ghost king, then we are not very dangerous, didn't that senior brother say it last time?" He still let us go in front of his master, if this Liu Qian is the ghost king......"

"Yes, so...... Let's get out of the way right away......" Hearing the fat man say this, Ning Fan also suddenly remembered, "Take the notebook and go, let's go to find the senior brother." ”

"Uh...... Don't you look for Liu Ye? ”

"Do you think Liu Ye can deal with the Ghost King?" Ning Fan looked at the fat man with a disdainful expression.

"That's right, let's go then." After listening to Ning Fan's words, the fat man didn't say a word, grabbed the notebook on the coffee table and followed Ning Fan outside.

"Senior brother......" In the car, Ning Fan dialed Zhang Xiaotian's phone, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to say it, he just went to trouble others, the ghost eye soul devouring mushroom last time was still helped by others, and the matter of the last time has not been solved, and now he is going to trouble others, if someone else is your father, everything will be settled for you.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiaotian's machine roared endlessly, and he should still be tinkering with his invention, "No...... It's nothing ......," Ning Fan opened his mouth, and he really didn't know how to speak.

"Is there any trouble again?" The sound of the machine on Zhang Xiaotian's side is getting quieter and quieter, and it should be Zhang Xiaotian who walked to the side, "Say, let's see if I can help anything." ”

"Uh...... That's the case, I shouldn't have bothered you, but this matter concerns one of my best buddies, and I really can't help it, so I want to ask my senior brother. Ning Fan, after thinking about it, finally the latter said cheekily, if this matter only depends on him and the fat man, the two of them don't know how they died.

"Okay, what's the matter, you can tell it." There was a pop over there, as if it was the sound of a can being opened, and it should be that this senior brother was drinking again.

"We ...... We seem to have provoked another ghost king......" Ning Fan said in a low voice.

"Poof......" After listening to Ning Fan's words, there was a sound of water spraying, followed by Zhang Xiaotian's violent cough, "Ahem...... Ahem...... Cough...... You, what do you say...... Ahem, what? ”

I said...... We seem to have another ghost king......"

"Big brother, you are my eldest brother, you are really powerful, have you recently gathered the ghost kings? In the blink of an eye, you can meet two ......" Zhang Xiaotian no longer knows what to use to describe his mood.

"This ......" Ning Fan didn't know what to say, could it really be his own Taiyin physique that was causing trouble?

"Forget it...... Come here, I'll see if I can discuss with this big brother, if others don't give me face and have to kill you, then you still have to run as far as you want......" Zhang Xiaotian sighed and said.