The portrait the judge had entrusted himself to was no longer able to withstand its strength, and the cracks in it were growing longer and longer.
In front of Lin Fan, it just nonchalantly made a dot on the paper.
Almost at the same time that point fell.
The ghost shadow suddenly let out a miserable scream.
The cry was sudden, and Lin Fan was so scared that he quickly looked back.
With a puff.
The ghost spat out a mouthful of the broken pieces of flesh in his body.
An arm fell to the ground.
The ghost looked as if he had suffered a severe blow and collapsed to the ground.
Lin Fan's heart sank and his pupils dizzied.
Just a dot of that brush could have such great power?!
What is even more creepy is that during this entire process, there was not a single trace of evil aura.
Not only Lin Fan, but even the old man's strange eyes could not see any sign!
And you also need to know that the judge's true body is very far away from here.
Being able to severely damage the strongest ghost in Podao from a distance is a bit too powerful.
Of course, Lin Fan believed that this must have consumed a lot of ghost money.
But so what.
If he combined it with his own ten trillion ghost money... couldn't he just write the scholar to death?
This time, the judge didn't pay attention to the change in Lin Fan's expression.
But excitedly said:
"See? As long as I want, whoever I want to die will die!"
“But you!!”
The judge tore off a page.
It was densely covered with Lin Fan's name.
"You're actually alive. I was wondering if you were the real ghost."
"Then I thought, since I already have such a crazy idea, I might as well go even crazier."
"Like, you've already died once."
This time, the judge finished speaking without reading any useful information from Lin Fan's expression.
Lin Fan has noticed that the judge in front of him is extremely fond of various human behaviors.
What is most interesting is the micro-movements in facial expressions.
Perhaps this is why the second level was intentionally set up.
So this time, Lin Fan really made sure nothing was leaking.
No information was given to it.
The judge looked at it for a while, then gave up and said:
"Forget it. I still haven't found any gadgets that can revive the dead. It's really unrealistic."
"It's that fat Buddha who's always smiling and laughing, who always talks about the eternal bliss in the Western Paradise."
It gave up observing Lin Fan.
Lin Fan did not give up observing it.
Since coming into contact with it, Lin Fan has discovered that it seems to rarely communicate with humans or ghosts.
Ask it yourself, it can tell you a lot.
Maybe we can get more information now.
"You're so powerful, why do you still need to pick a fight with a scholar? Why not just write it to death?"
The judge replied without giving it much thought:
"Do you really think any piece of trash can destroy a city?"
"The shortest stroke of a scholar's pen will consume at least a fraction of my essence. Even if it's exempted, it will cost at least a hundred billion ghost notes. If I force myself to write it, I can only fight it to the death."
As he spoke, the judge gave Lin Fan a look of contempt, as if he had never seen the world, and continued:
"Do you really think that just because you have over a billion in ghost money, you can do whatever you want?"
--hiss.
Lin Fan then realized that the judge did not know the actual amount of ghost money he had.
Just count on your fingers like this.
In other words, he still had more than 90 trillion underworld banknotes left. As long as he made a contract with the judge, he would have a way to kill the scholar directly!
However, if you do this, your own ghost money savings will be insufficient.
All the ghost money projects in Jianghai City must be put into operation first.
Developed nationwide.
Gather all human and mysterious forces to pile up ghost money to a terrifying amount.
By then...
Just write the scholar and this damn judge to death together!
Damn it, bringing disaster to the country?
You don't even get to live!
Of course, this is a later story.
Lin Fan's expression didn't reveal the slightest trace of a crooked-mouthed god of war.
For some reason, the judge felt a chill on his back while chatting.
Could it be that this guy really has hundreds of billions of ghost money?
The judge quickly rejected this ridiculous idea.
In its cognition, the richest man, Yuxian, barely made over 10 billion.
Even Meng Po, who disappeared a thousand years ago, was worth just over 20 billion.
Lin Fan pretended to be clueless and said bewilderedly:
"How can you fight it if you can't even write?"
The judge glanced at Lin Fan, then looked at Guiying. As soon as he raised his pen, Guiying's face turned sad and he said to Lin Fan in his heart:
"I say, scumbag, are you taking this opportunity to take revenge on me?"
Lin Fan also waved his hand and said:
"Just say it, don't do it."
The ghost shadow will need some time to recover from the broken arm. If he is hit twice more, he will have to go on strike.
The judge paused. This was the first time he heard someone dare to give him an order.
If it were in the past, it would have killed all the people and ghosts here in a rage.
But now, it really needs Lin Fan.
Previous selection.
In fact, deep down in its heart, it hopes to be contracted by Lin Fan.
You know, there are only two schools of thought among all the strange city-destroying methods.
A kind of giving up and wasting time.
Just like the Moon Ghost, it was too lazy to even find a nice name. In the Judge's impression, it had been sleeping for thousands of years.
The only time I woke up was when I was woken by a fight between some little guys that had broken into the path.
The other is to search frantically for a higher level method.
Even if the chance is very slim, I never give up.
Therefore, when writing about the immortal Lin Fan, we saw that he had only lived for more than twenty years, but had more than ten billion in ghost money in his hands.
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