"There are three wonders in the sky: the sun, the moon, and the stars. They penetrate heaven and earth, and frighten the spirits and gods. If any evil spirits come, they will not stop... The sky is clear, the earth is spiritual, I obey the command of the Three Pure Ones, and command!"
"Ding! The exorcism spell is cooling down. Please try again later..."
Yang Fan originally wanted to use an exorcism spell to save Zhao Lu, but the system's cold prompt tone poured cold water on him.
The Exorcism Spell is on cooldown!
Yang Fan had already used the exorcism spell once today to save Qian Ziyi's daughter. It was not yet midnight, so he naturally could not use the exorcism spell a second time.
"Chairman, save me... wuwu..."
Zhao Lu's crying voice reached Yang Fan's ears again. She had tearful eyes, a pale face, and was trembling. She looked like a frightened little mouse.
"Xiaoyu, do you have any way to kill this ghost without hurting Zhao Lu?" Yang Fan turned his head and looked at Nie Xiaoyu who was floating behind him.
“Whoosh!”
Nie Xiaoyu did not answer Yang Fan's question, but slowly fell from mid-air, stepped lightly on the floor with her feet, and then stared straight at Zhao Lu.
“Crack! Crack!”
Under Yang Fan's stunned eyes, Nie Xiaoyu's hair actually slowly shrank and finally became a long braid, which was tightly tied around Zhao Lu's neck.
"Xiaoyu..." Yang Fan couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
“Swish!”
Nie Xiaoyu slowly turned her head and looked at Yang Fan with an empty look, but she did not let go of Zhao Lu's braids, but tightened them more and more.
"Chairman Dong...save...save...me..."
Zhao Lu seemed to be choking and after she finished speaking these words in a halting manner, she couldn't help but open her mouth, stick out her tongue, and try to pretend to breathe. She looked quite uncomfortable.
Yang Fan fell silent. He really wanted to stop Nie Xiaoyu, but he was worried that Zhao Lu would not get timely help and instead be eroded by this hanged ghost.
For now, he can only trust Nie Xiaoyu, because Yang Fan can't think of any other good solution!
“Crack! Crack!”
As Nie Xiaoyu's braids became tighter and tighter, Zhao Lu's face turned red, her eyes almost popped out, and her tongue stuck out very long.
It was not until this moment that Yang Fan was surprised to find that Zhao Lu's tongue seemed to be longer than that of an average person, and could easily lick his chin.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
As time went by, Zhao Lu's eyes began to turn white and her lips turned dark blue, and it seemed that she might be strangled to death at any time.
Seeing this scene, Yang Fan couldn't help but clench his fists. His palms were full of sweat and his face was full of worry.
"Aiya!"
Suddenly, a sharp ghost cry came out of Nie Xiaoyu's mouth, and Yang Fan was immediately frightened.
However, when Yang Fan looked at Zhao Lu again, he found a wisp of black smoke coming out from her head and shooting towards a corner of the living room at an extremely fast speed.
This ghost was forced out?
A gleam of light just flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and the next second, Nie Xiaoyu's hair suddenly spread out and shot towards the direction where the ghost fled at lightning speed.
“Puff!”
After a slight sound, Nie Xiaoyu's hair seemed to be entangled in something. Then, the long hair slowly retracted, and then a blood-red hemp rope was pulled out from the corner.
This blood-red hemp rope was the one that was just around Yang Fan's neck. After Nie Xiaoyu appeared, Yang Fan threw this hemp rope into the corner.
I didn't expect that this hanged ghost would crawl into the hemp rope. It seems that this hemp rope is its home!
"Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle..."
Although she did not receive Yang Fan's order, Nie Xiaoyu seemed to have activated her instinct and madly devoured the evil spirit energy on the hemp rope.
“Aaaaaa…”
Waves of sharp screams came from the hemp rope, which made Yang Fan's scalp tingle, but he did not stop Nie Xiaoyu from eating.
While Nie Xiaoyu was devouring the hanged ghost, Yang Fan quickly walked to Zhao Lu's side and carefully checked her physical condition.
“Cough! Cough cough…”
Zhao Lu kept covering her neck and coughing. Although her face was still a little pale, her breathing and heartbeat were slowly returning to normal.
Perhaps it was because she saw Yang Fan coming over, Zhao Lu's nose suddenly felt sore and her eyes turned red, then she threw herself into Yang Fan's arms and sobbed softly.
"Uh..." Yang Fan could only hug Zhao Lu awkwardly, gently patting her back with both hands, and coaxing her softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, brother will buy you some candy later, be good!"
“Puff!”
Zhao Lu, who was crying just now, seemed to be amused by Yang Fan's words. She couldn't help but burst into laughter the next second.
Just at this moment, Nie Xiaoyu had finished eating, and the blood-red hemp rope turned grayish white, and broke into four or five pieces, and finally fell lightly to the ground.
“Swish!”
Yang Fan couldn't help but glance at Nie Xiaoyu. He was shocked to see that the dress Nie Xiaoyu was wearing had turned completely blood red!
The shoulders, collar, sleeves, hem, front, back... all turned blood red, and there was no trace of white left!
Did Nie Xiaoyu evolve into a ghost king?
Why does it feel a little wrong?
Why couldn't Yang Fan feel the oppressive feeling unique to the Ghost King from Nie Xiaoyu?
Yang Fan helped Zhao Lu to the bed, let her lie down and rest for a while, then walked to Nie Xiaoyu and even circled around her several times.
That’s right!
Nie Xiaoyu's skirt has turned completely blood red, even the threads have turned blood red. Logically speaking, she could have evolved into a ghost king, so why doesn't she seem to have the aura of a ghost king?
Just when Yang Fan was puzzled, Nie Xiaoyu suddenly made an unexpected move.
“Swish!”
Without any warning, Nie Xiaoyu suddenly pinched the hem of her skirt and lifted it up in front of Yang Fan.
Yang Fan was stunned at first, then he looked down subconsciously. Then, he let out a series of coughs, and his face was full of embarrassment.
Although Nie Xiaoyu's skirt turned blood red, the lace shorts she wore underneath were only half red, and the remaining half was still pure white, making her look like a relative had come.
"Uh...Xiaoyu, from now on, you are not allowed to lift up my skirt without my order, okay?" Yang Fan suppressed his embarrassment and educated Nie Xiaoyu with a serious face.
“Swish!”
Without any hesitation, Nie Xiaoyu immediately put down her skirt, covering the half-red and half-white lace shorts.
Yang Fan: “…”
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