Ye Fan's hands were sealed, his mouth recited the heart mantra, and a wisp of white mist on his fingertips pinched a light purple light towards Xiang Yong's eyebrows.

Xiang Yong's red and crazy eyes gradually calmed down, and his hideous face eased a little, but his eyes were still staring at Ye Fan with hatred, he was brutally killed, his body was separated for many years, the pain of his incomplete soul and body, and the pain of being carved into a relief on the stone wall, even if he was open-minded in life, he would feel hatred.

"Xiang Yong, the murderer Lu Qiulin has been given the trial he deserves, and you should rest in peace. Ye Fan's dark eyes fell on him steadily, no joy or sorrow, plain and waveless, now she is still different from when she was just reborn as a messenger.

As soon as her voice fell, Xiang Yong's body breathed, the hatred in his eyes gradually subsided, and as soon as the anger was released, he felt the aura on Ye Fan's body that made him afraid and afraid, which was a kind of innate aura suppression.

Ye Fan saw that he calmed down, but the aura around him was still very floating, and his thin lips moved lightly: "The edict of the Taishang, the lonely soul of Chaoru, the ghost of everything, the four lives are gracious...... Death in the open and in secret, unjust death, creditors and wrongdoers begging for their lives...... For men and women, they bear their own responsibilities, rich and poor, recruited by you, rescued and others, rushed to overbirth, rescued and other people......"

The Death Spell overflowed from her mouth with a certain rhythm, and every word contained her spiritual thoughts, turning into wisps of Sanskrit sound, surrounding Xiang Yong's side.

Xiang Yong slowly closed his eyes, and as the anger on his body dissipated, the red blood marks on his neck slowly became lighter, and his head and body gradually merged together, leaving only a faint trace.

Ye Fan's fingers flicked, and the yellow talisman attached to his chest flew back into her hand.

Xiang Yong opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and his face changed from the hideous to peaceful, with a bit of heartiness, just like his temperament before his death.

"Xiang Yong, I am the messenger of the Afterlife, number YF088, now that your soul is complete, and you are destined for this life, let this messenger send you to the place where you should go, but there are still last words to be left?" Ye Fan held out the token and said the necessary lines seriously, although she was in the face of life and death, her heart gradually hardened, and she always kept a softness.

"My lord, Lord Xie will seek justice for me. ”

Xiang Yong bowed deeply to Ye Fan, his eyes were red, not as if he was full of anger, and sad, he sighed faintly: "After so many years, the family has already come out, and now my head has returned to the body, and they have also lost their hearts, I will not bother them, as the adults said, at the moment I die, the fate of this life will be over." ”

"It's very good. The corners of Ye Fan's mouth were hooked with an appreciative smile, such a heart, if he hadn't been killed back then, his achievements today would only be not small, but unfortunately this is his life in this life, and he died five years ago.

Xiang Yong smiled, suppressing the slightest unwillingness, he was not really free and easy, he was unwilling, but he accepted his fate.

Turning his head, looking at this abandoned construction site, Xiang Yongyi sighed, this place carries a lot of his hard work, he took great efforts to take this place, constructed the blueprint of his dreams, and wanted to create an idyllic holy land, but unfortunately he died before he got out of the school.

Ye Fan looked at his lingering gaze, and also turned his eyes to look at this wasteland, and suddenly had an idea in his heart, saying that the identities of her group of messenger brothers and sisters on the surface have all been done well, should she also get something to play with, tens of millions of them are in the bank, but they are just numbers.

Thinking like this, Ye Fan said lightly: "I heard that your original idea back then was to build a city pastoral here?"

"Yes. Xiang Yong came to his senses from the memory, nodded, and looked at her with some doubts, not knowing why.

"I want to buy your pastoral blueprint, the blueprint here. ”

Xiang Yong blinked sluggishly, my lord, this is talking about business with him?

Although it was his first time as a deceased, there should not have been a messenger to talk to her recipient about business......, right? It's too broad, isn't it?

"My lord, you're not kidding, are you?" "What is this business going to do? What is it going to be for? He sold her the blueprints, and she burned paper money for him?"

"No kidding. Ye Fanzhen nodded very seriously as if he was talking about business.

"Uh...... But I'm dead, I don't know who this land is going to, and the blueprints for building construction back then have long been waste paper. Xiang Yong spread his hands and said that he was dead, the company was bankrupt, and even if the adults wanted to take it here, they should not talk to him.

"But the full idea is in your head. Ye Fan paused and said: "I will pay three million, and since you are dead, the money will be inherited by your family." ”

Xiang Yong's soul body was shocked, he wanted to cry, but the deceased had no tears, so he knelt down directly at Ye Fan, bowed his head, and choked: "Thank you, for your kindness." ”

Saying that he wanted to buy his idea was just another way to fulfill his dream, and it also made his family worry for this life.

Because of his death, the company went bankrupt, and the family was in debt.

"It's business, hurry up. Ye Fan raised his hand, and an invisible force held Xiang Yong up.

A ray of light flew up above Xiang Yong's head and floated towards Ye Fan's palm.

Ye Fan shook his palm lightly, nodded and said, "Three million, I will remit three million to your family in installments in the name of the fund you bought before your death." ”

"Your Excellency is thoughtful. Xiang Yong nodded.

At this moment, something on Xiang Yong's body slowly dissipated, it was the little bond he had left with this world, and now he could leave the world without any shackles.

But Ye Fan didn't open the door of death immediately, she waved her hand and released Cai Qianqian and Jia Man.

Like Xiang Yong, they all had yellow talismans pasted on their heads, and after they were revealed, they also entered a state of madness directly in the recovery of their memories.

Shout!

Ye Fan directly fixed Cai Qianqian with a yellow talisman, good guy, the blood and qi around her body were surging, and she almost turned into a strong spirit directly, and her resentment was so deep, which was beyond her expectations.

Jia Man is better, but the strong unwillingness and resentment are not at the level of turning into a force, but they are also much more fierce than Xiang Yong, and I think it is also, whoever is suddenly murdered in the most glorious moment, the person who killed her is still the idol she admired the most in the past, this hatred will be a little deeper.

"Sister Man. With a soft call, Ye Fan stood in front of her with his hands down, sighing faintly.

The black qi on Jia Man's face surged, and his eyes full of anger fell on Ye Fan's body, his expression was requisitioned, and the sharp ghost voice was poignant: "Ye, Ye Fan, why." ”