"Can you please stop thinking of me as so weak? That minor injury has healed long ago. Also, if you're bored next time, you can try talking to the air around you. What if there happens to be something else that's bored and willing to chat with you?"
Shit, is this starting to get scary?
Fan Zhiyi glanced around with some fear. No, with Bing Nandong here, what was he afraid of? "Let's get down to business. The female ghost this time was really miserable. That scumbag Qian Hu..."
Fan Zhiyi told everything he had dreamed about without reservation. After all, this female ghost made him the heroine of the story and made him endure unspeakable injustice.
Fan Zhiyi became increasingly angry as he spoke, and just then he reached the Qian residence: "So you said I was possessed by Yue Tang, so what I just told you about my experience..."
"It's probably what happened before Yue Tang died, and that's where her resentment lies."
It was already late at night, and the lanterns hanging on both sides of the Qian Mansion's gate became the only source of light here, emitting a faint red light.
After hearing Bing Nandong's words, Fan Zhiyi thought of the desperate girl who had confronted Qian Hu at the door. He was filled with grief and anger. He knocked on the door with his fist, which was particularly loud. As he knocked, he warned Bing Nandong, "Don't try to stop me later."
"good."
The door was opened by a servant. He had been soundly asleep and had been abruptly woken. He was in a bad mood, but seeing that it was the immortal master who had just left yesterday morning, followed by a young man of extraordinary bearing, he swallowed his impatience and put on a smile: "Immortal Master, you're back so soon?"
Fan Zhiyi couldn't smile, and said in a cold tone: "I have something to tell Qian Hu."
The servant thought it was another ghost-related matter, so he didn't dare to delay even a moment and said cleverly, "Then I'll go call my master right away."
The servant bowed to Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong and invited them to the waiting room for tea. Fan Zhiyi declined, saying that it was a very important matter and he wanted to finish it and leave as soon as possible, so he just had to wait here.
Looking at the servant running out, Fan Zhiyi rolled up his sleeves and folded them so that they would not get in the way later.
This women's clothing is inconvenient, and now my leg is lame. I hope I won't hold him back too much when I beat him up later.
Seeing him fully armed and ready to strike, Bing Nandong gestured to Xu Qing and the others, who were in a dilemma about whether to come out or not, to continue hiding. He then said to Fan Zhiyi, "I'll hold your cloak for you later so I don't get in your way."
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi gave Bing Nandong a thumbs up, saying he was really considerate.
So when he saw Qian Hu coming, Fan Zhiyi took off his cloak and put it in Bing Nandong's hand.
Qian Hu came in a hurry, wearing only a simple outer robe and with his hair loose and untied.
When he arrived here, he first took a look at Fan Zhiyi. Seeing that he was dressed so strangely, he found it funny but also felt something was wrong, so he became more wary.
He put away his mocking expression, and when he looked up again, his face was full of worry: "I wonder if the Immortal Master suddenly came, but what about that ghost?"
Fan Zhiyi nodded: "Indeed, the ghost said that he had a grievance and asked me, the immortal master, to avenge him." As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zhiyi took a quick step, grabbed Qian Hu's collar, and punched him in the face.
It is said that the action of force is mutual. The harder Fan Zhiyi hit, the more painful his hand would be.
For someone who has almost never fought in his two lives, beating someone is really a rare experience, but beating a scumbag is another matter. After all, although the word "scumbag" has the word "human" in it, it cannot be classified as a human.
Qian Hu was beaten back a few steps and tilted his head. Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. A gloomy look flashed in his eyes and then turned into grievance and confusion: "Master, what are you doing..."
His servants were stunned for a moment, then they reacted and hurriedly stood in front of Qian Hu.
Thanks to the many days of training in Tianyunmen, thanks to the moves taught by Bingnan Dong, and thanks to his original muscle memory, Fan Zhiyi felt that teaching these ordinary people who had no magic like him was fair and just, and they were evenly matched.
Although he is not as powerful as his original body, he is not as useless as he is in front of these cultivators who can cast spells.
"We're in a hurry, let's all come together." Blessed by justice, Fan Zhiyi is mysteriously confident in himself now, and he can finally say this cool sentence.
Three days before leaving Tianyunmen, Fan Zhiyi received special training in martial arts from Bing Nandong. In addition, Qian Hu did not bring many people with him, so although he is a little disabled now, he should have no problem fighting.
Qian suddenly realized that the situation was not right, so he slowly moved back, pulled out the knife from the servant beside him, and ran away.
Fan Zhiyi pushed a servant aside with one hand, punched the person blocking his way away with one fist, and locked his eyes on Qian Hu, afraid that the man would really run away. Before he could even utter the words "Bing Nandong", Bing Nandong said, "Leave this to me, you go."
This is exactly what I want to say. We already have foreign aid, so why not use it?
All the servants were frozen in place. Fan Zhiyi dragged his legs to chase after them, but after a few steps, Qian Hu suddenly turned around and swung his knife at Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi dodged, and after a few moves he grabbed Qian Hu's wrist and twisted it hard, causing him pain. The knife in his hand fell to the ground, and Qian Hu, who had lost his weapon, dodged backward in panic.
Fan Zhiyi followed up with a punch, this time knocking the man to the ground. He then immediately squatted down and pinned him down, punching him again and again: "You owe her this. This is really a bargain for you!"
"Master, Master! You are talking nonsense. That female ghost is used to misleading people. What she said cannot be trusted. It cannot be trusted!" Qian Hu pinched Fan Zhiyi with his hands and kicked him randomly without giving up.
"Really? It's okay. I'll beat him up first. If I'm wrong, I'll apologize. But Mr. Qian, Mr. Kindness, didn't you say you didn't recognize that ghost? Now you know it's a female ghost?"
"No, no, no, Master, listen to me. That female ghost loved me when she was alive, and she still wants to haunt me after she died. I think she is a girl and has passed away, so I can't say anything more!"
"I adore you, tsk tsk tsk, I'm afraid Yue Tang will feel unlucky when he hears this!"
"Yue Tang..." Qian suddenly said her name and burst into laughter. The more he laughed, the more crazy he became. He even stopped hiding from his head. "You really saw her. What did she say?"
"She disdains to mention you." Indeed, Yue Tang didn't say a word from beginning to end, but just let Fan Zhiyi watch the scene before her death.
But for some reason, this sentence touched Qian Hu. Veins popped out on his forehead, and his strength surged. He almost threw Fan Zhiyi to the ground and roared, "Disdain! Why does she hate me so much? Why does she only like that nerd from the Wu family? She doesn't know how much I've done for her, how much I've given up for her! It was me who resurrected her, and it was me who put aside our past grudges and was willing to marry her and spend my life with her..."
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