The next day, Yan Feng received a call from Li Jianshan early in the morning. Li Jianshan told him that Ye Bin's body had been transported from the hospital to the funeral home, and all the procedures for the funeral began to leave, and the government paid the bill entirely.

Regarding this, Yan Feng only told Li Jianshan that no matter what, no one could cremate Ye Bin's body. Government officials generally took the lead in taking the role of model and took it for cremation after the condolences.

If Ye Bin's body was really cremated, that would be a big deal.

Of course, Li Jianshan promised on the other end of the phone, but in fact, this is Yan Feng's additional sentence, cremating Ye Bin's body... and killing Ye Shiyu and his daughter would not agree.

In the past seven days, Yan Feng had sent the Blood Eagle to monitor Xu Qi. As for him, it was nothing important, but now there was something to deal with at hand.

That's what Tang Xin's girlfriend did. The female ghost named Xiaoqin brought back from the Blood Spirit Group was still contained in the soul-catching bag by him.

Carrying the soul-catching bag of a female ghost, Yan Feng came to Fang Mu's room.

"Master."

"Yeah, you're here."

Fang Mu was sitting on the chair of the Grand Master, holding a volume of ancient books in his hand. Yan Feng liked the most about Fang Mu's room. The rows of sandalwood bookshelves were all ancient scrolls, and each book looked extremely simple. Yan Feng was careful every time he read it, for fear of being broken.

"Sit down."

Putting down the ancient book, Fang Mu picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Did you drink the tea I put for you last time?"

Yan Feng sat down opposite Fang Mu.

“Drink.”

"Do you have any insights?"

Well... Yan Feng was stunned. What else can you feel when drinking tea?

Fang Mu couldn't help laughing dryly when he saw the dull Yan Feng.

"You... are all the best Taoist teas, which contain many Taoist teachings, you can taste them carefully."

Yan Feng touched his nose and nodded.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me today?"

Yan Feng smiled and took out the soul-catching bag containing Xiaoqin from his pocket, then told Fang Mu that Xiaoqin was an epileptic and the previous blood spirit group.

"Blood Spirit Group? I seem to have heard of this organization a little."

Fang Mujie took the soul-catching bag from Yan Feng's hand and threw it in front of him. A stream of black air burst out from it, turning into Xiaoqin's appearance, looking ferocious, and wanted to pounce on Fang Mu.

Fang Mu only had one finger, and Xiaoqin was imprisoned and could not move, so she could only stand in place and sway her teeth and claws.

"It turns out that there are only one or two of the minds have been destroyed."

Fang Mu glanced at Xiaoqin and said.

"Master, I beg you to help her..."

Yan Feng believed that he had no choice, but Fang Mu definitely had a solution.

"Although my mind is destroyed, my nature is still there. I can forcefully erase her tyranny."

When Fang Mu was speaking, he pointed at Xiaoqin. Suddenly, Xiaoqin, who was originally tyrannical, suddenly became calm in an instant. There was no bloodthirsty look like she had just now, but she became dull.

It looks like a fool.

"Her consciousness has been destroyed, and even I can't restore it all."

Fang Mu frowned slightly and thought for a while: "That's all."

As he said that, he drew a talisman from the air, and this move made Yan Feng stunned.

Void drawing talisman!

Damn, this state that I can't even imagine, can you achieve this for many years if I have to practice.

Fu Cheng and Kong, Fang Mu gently patted the void talisman with the faint green light fell on Xiaoqin's head and slowly sank into it.

"This talisman will exist in her soul for forty-nine days and gradually restore her mind. As for how much it can be recovered in forty-nine days, it depends on her fortune."

Yan Feng looked up at Xiaoqin. Sure enough, after the talisman entered, her eyes were obviously brighter, but she still looked stupid.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yan Feng stood up, bowed deeply to Fang Mu, and then took Xiaoqin back the soul bag again. Now... he is going to find Tang Xin.

When Tang Xin received the call from Yan Feng, when he learned from the call that Yan Feng was going to hand over Xiaoqin to him, he almost threw his phone to the ground with excitement.

As soon as Tang Xin received the call, he said he would come to find Yan Feng, but Yan Feng knew that this guy should be quite busy now, and he could hear noisy sounds from the phone.

It just so happened that I had a car myself, so I might as well send it to me and take a look at what this guy Tang Xin was doing all day long.

Yan Feng asked Tang Xin for an address, drove the Wrangler and went there.

The boss of Yongye Bar probably has the meaning of this name that it will always be night so that he can make money.

Yan Feng glanced at the bar. There were not many people in the morning. After all, these nightclubs are all used in the evening business.

After parked the car, Yan Feng entered the bar. As soon as he entered, the scene in front of him was stunned.

What the hell is it?... the bar, wine, tables, chairs, sand, all the crushed ones were broken. Even the chandeliers above the head were cut off. There were broken glass fragments of the wine bottles everywhere, and blood stains remained on the ground.

More than a dozen young men dressed in more socially woolly were cleaning. When they saw Yan Feng walking in, they immediately surrounded him.

I'm sorry...what do these guys want to do?

Yan Feng frowned. Judging from this attitude, is he going to take action?

At this moment, suddenly, Tang Xin and a group of people came out from the bar. As soon as they came out, they saw Yan Feng being surrounded.

"Mom! What are you guys doing?"

A sudden roar scared all these little brothers.

"You dare to surround me, brother, don't you know him? This is my brother!"

Tang Xin went up and kicked a few people away and walked to Yan Feng.

"Xiaofeng, these guys don't know you, and think you are here to find fault, don't mind."

Yan Feng smiled and signaled that it was okay.

"What did you do last night?"

Yan Feng looked at Tang Xin: "Damn, monkey, why are you wearing a color on your face?"

At the location where Tang Xin's left face was close to his temple, a hole worth more than ten centimeters long had been applied to the potion, but it still looked shocking.

"It's okay, someone came to smash the venue last night."

Tang Xin said this in an understatement. He probably had been used to such things these days.

It was at this moment that Yan Feng realized that his original brother, the monkey who chatted and fucked with him all day long, had transformed... he was no longer the monkey who only knew that he was irritable and had a greater loyalty than the sky, but a real boss who was in charge of a large group of younger brothers!

In fact, what Yan Feng didn't notice was that he was not... He himself was no longer a college student who went to deliver express delivery that weekend to earn some living expenses.
Chapter completed!