Fang Zhiyi heard the news from others, but he was drinking tea calmly, with no intention of saving his apprentice at all. He had to bear the consequences of his own actions, so why should he need me to save him?
However, the silly disciple Lin A'dai was a little anxious and kept urging his master to save his brother.
Fang Zhiyi looked at him and resisted the urge to hit him. It was really stupid to argue with a fool.
He is waiting.
Yan Wushuang in the police station felt a little scared when he saw Li Huaian, whose face was pale and blue. This man looked like a dead body... If he hadn't quickly slapped his face, there would be no ghosts or gods in this world.
He looked at Li Huaian's tiptoed feet again and felt a little cold.
Fang Zhiyi also received a notice from the police station, asking him to take his apprentice back.
He slowly rushed to the police station and saw Yan Wushuang with a grim expression.
"What tricks are you playing now? Are you kidding me?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the apprentice behind the iron railings. The apprentice looked very strange at the moment. Only his toes were touching the ground, he was naked, his neck was unnaturally tilted in one direction, and there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked abnormal no matter how you looked at him.
"How dare I?" Fang Zhiyi said innocently, "This kid got himself into trouble, so he has to be blamed."
Yan Wushuang said with some disgust: "I originally thought I was mistaken, that you are essentially a quack doctor, but I didn't expect that you are really a charlatan, and you keep talking about breaking down feudal superstitions. Ha, you can't accommodate me anymore?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and took out a bottle of water soaked with leaves: "Apply it on your eyelids."
Yan Wushuang didn't answer.
"Don't you dare?"
Yan Wushuang snatched it away, gritted his teeth, and smeared it on his eyelids.
"And then? How are you going to show off your feudal superstition?"
Fang Zhiyi didn't answer him, but just pointed towards the cell.
Yan Wushuang just turned his head and instantly felt a chill rising from his heels to the top of his head.
A "person" was clinging tightly to the naked Li Huaian's back, with his feet under Li Huaian's feet and his head against Li Huaian's head. It looked weird no matter how you looked at it.
"Impossible!" Yan Wushuang felt his legs go weak.
Fang Zhiyi smiled and took a few steps forward. The peddler saw him and felt a little frightened.
He didn't take the next step: "Let's go now, you've had enough fun. What he did was indeed excessive, but you can't let this matter cause you trouble. Otherwise, your resume down there won't look good in the future."
The peddler thought of something, and whether he was afraid of Fang Zhiyi or listened to him, he disappeared from the spot. As soon as he heard it, Li Huaian also fell to the ground and was unconscious for a while.
"This, this, this, this..." Yan Wushuang was greatly shocked. He felt that his worldview was being hit hard.
Fang Zhiyi ignored the jerk disciple and simply said, "Feudal superstitions are a bad thing. However, in a world as chaotic as this, there are always some souls that can't rest in peace... How can I explain this to you?" He paused. "From a scientific point of view, the ghosts we often talk about are a kind of energy. You can think of them as living in a different dimension from ours, like two parallel lines."
As he spoke, he even stretched out his hand and started drawing.
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