Fernan was not surprised, he looked at the face calmly: "You are finally willing to show up."

The rotten face turned back to Hanchun's appearance. She red eyes and said a blessing to Fei Nan: "My benefactor atones for his sins. Hanchun did not intend to scare his benefactor, but just wanted his benefactor to take a look at Hanchun's grievances."

"Then what?"

Fernan asked her: "What do you want to do?"

"Hanchun doesn't know."

Shaking his head, looking up at Fei Nan, Hanchun asked sadly: "Hanchun just wants to know why I was suffering such a hardship? What did I do wrong? I have been filial to my parents since I was a child and have been kind to others. I have never hurt anyone. Why did God torture me like this?"

"I really want to explain to you what the torrent of the times is and class oppression in the social environment, but this is meaningless."

Fernan sighed: "You are dead, what's the use of talking about these?"

"it works!"

Hanchun asked in grief and anger: "I just want to know why their hearts can be so cruel. I just want to have a bite of food and a piece of tiles to cover my body. Am I wrong?"

"You are not wrong, it is this society, it is them."

Fernan looked at her and asked, "I can help you punish these murderers, and even help you solve them yourself. However, after solving the enemy, you should do me a favor, okay?"

Hanchun knelt down and sobbed: "As long as my benefactor can help me get revenge, Hanchun is willing to go up the knife mountain to the oil pan for my benefactor! Do it with all his strength!"

"Okay, then that's settled."

Fenan nodded and ordered: "Send me away!"

"Thank you, mercy."

Hanchun stood up and floated backwards, and the scene around him gradually faded away.

"Please open your eyes."

With a misty call, Fernan immediately felt the existence of his body and opened his eyes.

The sky was already filled with stars, and he unknowingly slept until evening.

After moving his shoulders, he felt sore all over.

Although he slept for an afternoon, he became even more tired.

There was a noise from the gate, but Taoist Yimei came back.

"Why don't you hold the lights?"

He shouted and took off his back box, carried the lantern, and walked into the house.

Ahao and Afang who were asleep in the inner room woke up and came out to greet him with lights: "Master, you are back."

"Um."

He handed the box to them, and Taoist Master Yimei scolded him seriously: "I am not at home, so you can sleep for an afternoon. Have you recited the Qingxin Mantra?"

Ah Hao and Ah Fang shrank their necks and hurriedly beat them up, putting the things back into the house.

"Anan?"

Taoist Master Yimei saw Fei Nan on the rattan chair and asked in confusion: "Why are you sleeping in the yard? Don't catch a cold."

"I recite the scriptures here at noon and fell asleep in a daze."

Fernan said as he stood up and couldn't help but yawn.

“Huh?”

Taoist Master Yimei noticed something wrong, picked up the lantern and put it in front of Fei Nan, and asked with a serious look on his face: "Are you a traitor?"

"Um."

Fernan did not hide it and told all the things he saw in his sleep.

Ah Hao and Afang put out something, listened to his description, nodded and confidently: "It should be a wronged soul, right Master?"

"That's right."

Taoist Master Yimei said seriously: "It should be that your injury has not healed and your yang energy has faded, so she took the opportunity to enter."

"Is the wronged soul a kind of ghost?"

Fernan asked.

"That's right."
Chapter completed!