Clearwater Bay Villa Area, Villa No. 7.
After Yang Fan was sucked into the living room by a suction force, although he was a little panicked, he quickly stabilized his body.
At this time, the living room was pitch black, with gusts of cold wind blowing all around, as if something terrifying was brewing a conspiracy against Yang Fan in the dark.
Yang Fan did not dare to act rashly, but held the peach wood sword in his hand to be on guard. It was not until two minutes later that he gradually adapted to the darkness around him.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the darkness, and the footsteps were very strange, as if someone was deliberately dragging their feet on the ground, pausing for one second after each step.
Although there was some faint light coming in from outside the window, Yang Fan could not see even a ghost, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if the thing in the darkness was slowly approaching Yang Fan!
“Whoosh!”
Without any hesitation, Yang Fan took out a talisman to summon gods and threw it into the air without saying a word.
"Bang!"
But just when the talisman had turned to ashes, a sound of breaking air suddenly rang behind his ears. Before Yang Fan could react, he suddenly felt something was wrapped around his neck.
“Crack!”
This was a hemp rope as thick as a thumb. It suddenly hung down from the ceiling and was wrapped around Yang Fan's neck. It was even constantly shrinking.
"Well……"
Yang Fan subconsciously let out a muffled groan, and at the same time stretched out his left hand to pull the rope, but the rope was tied very tightly, as if it was tied in a knot. No matter how hard Yang Fan pulled, the rope did not move at all.
“Whoosh!”
In just a blink of an eye, the rope lifted Yang Fan up, as if there was a giant hand at the other end of the rope, pulling the rope hard.
“Swish!”
Seeing that his toes had left the ground and his body was already hanging in the air, Yang Fan could only use his sword-controlling technique in a hurry, controlling the peach wood sword and slashing at the rope fiercely.
“Swish!”
The peach wood sword flew out of Yang Fan's hand, drew a graceful arc in the air, and finally successfully cut the rope.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan's body fell from mid-air, and the hemp rope that was originally tied around his neck loosened automatically.
“Cough cough cough…”
Yang Fan fell to the ground and coughed as he quickly took off the rope. He threw the rope into the air and then used the peach wood sword to split the rope into several pieces.
After doing all this, Yang Fan immediately recalled the peach wood sword into his hand, and then looked around vigilantly, as if he was guarding against sneak attacks from ghosts in the dark.
quiet!
The living room was quiet!
The footsteps just now had disappeared, but Yang Fan had a strong premonition that the thing must have come to the living room, and it might even be not far away from Yang Fan!
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Yang Fan did not take any action, and the ghost thing in the dark did not attack Yang Fan. The two sides seemed to be in a stalemate, as if they were looking for a suitable opportunity to attack.
“Swish!”
Suddenly, Yang Fan took out a handful of [Tianshi Talismans] from his Qiankun bag. He suddenly threw the talismans above his head, and dozens of talismans fell down like flowers from the sky.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
A flash of fire passed by, and dozens of Heavenly Master Talismans turned into golden lights, then shot out in all directions.
At this moment, Yang Fan couldn't help but take a breath!
Why was the Heavenly Master's Talisman shooting out in all directions? Could it be that ghosts were hiding everywhere in this small living room?
The answer is revealed immediately!
There was a burst of popping sounds of frying soybeans, and the Tianshi talisman seemed to hit something. In an instant, more than a dozen blurry black shadows appeared in the living room.
Moreover, these black shadows were running around, as if they were trying their best to avoid the Tianshi Talisman thrown by Yang Fan.
Damn it!
So many ghosts?
Could it be that this villa has become a place where ghosts are raised?
Just as this thought flashed through my mind, the black shadows that were running around in the last second disappeared in the next second, as if they had never appeared in the living room, and the surroundings became extremely quiet in an instant.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, then took a cautious step forward with the peach wood sword in his hand.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
It was just this one step away, as if some mechanism was triggered. In an instant, more than ten hemp ropes suddenly fell from the sky and were all put around Yang Fan's neck.
"court death!"
Yang Fan, who had been prepared for this, shouted loudly and swung the peach wood sword in his hand. At the same time, he quickly made a hand gesture and shouted, "Ten Thousand Swords Technique!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the peach wood sword turned into thousands of sword shadows, and then shot towards the hemp ropes at lightning speed.
“Swish, swish, swish…”
"Go to hell!"
Under Yang Fan's cold eyes, the dozen or so hemp ropes had just appeared when they were immediately cut into countless pieces by thousands of sword shadows.
In an instant, rope fragments fell from the sky, covering the living room floor with a thick layer.
quiet!
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