Sure enough, my thoughts had not subsided, and two figures appeared in my room.

Dingdang, dressed in ethnic minority costume, stared at me angrily, and beside her was a man with long hair in a black suit. The man looked expressionless, but there was a temperament that was not angry and mighty between his eyebrows.

This is?

I was stunned for a while. This handsome man in a suit doesn't look like the legendary Fan Wuming? In my memory, shouldn't Fan Wuming be wearing a black robe with a long tongue stretched out, and a high hat on his head. Does the hat say "I'm going to make money at first sight"?

Could it be that the Master Fan mentioned by Chu Ming is not the legendary one?

This made me a little confused.

The little beauty Dingdang pointed at me and said in a masculine voice: Big brother, it was her who bullied Dingdang.

I smiled awkwardly at the two of you and said: Miss, what happened that day was really a misunderstanding. When I saw you holding the old man with a rope, I subconsciously thought it was the female ghost I was waiting for. If you are still angry, I will let you beat me and promise not to fight back!

Dingdang's face calmed down a little when he heard me say this, but after thinking about it, his face became ugly again. He snorted coldly: How could it be so easy? If you bully others, do you think this matter will be so easy to pass?

I was stunned. Although it was expected, as the saying goes, it was said that it was a three-point love that was in love when we met, but I didn't expect that it would not have any effect at all.

The handsome man in black suit who had not spoken for a while glanced at me and waved his hand to Dingdang beside him to signal her not to speak first. Then he looked at me and said in a deep voice: As a living miserable, he dared to raise ghosts privately. Are you living too long?

I shivered all over and frowned. This guy's voice was dull on the surface, but he could actually shock his heart when he spoke. Could it be that he was really Hei Wuchang?

I took a deep breath, tried hard to stabilize my emotions, and said slowly: What do you want?

He said lightly: You are a soul man. Originally, it was not my turn to interfere in your affairs. I agreed to Dingdang, just to ask you to apologize to her. But now I have changed my mind. You have kept your own ghosts without regard for the taboos of confusion and self-cultivation. I have to take you back to see the prince.

Meet the prince?

I was shocked, could it be that person?

If it was him, could I still come back?

Thinking of this, I became alert and subconsciously began to mobilize the power of the blood totem behind me.

However, as soon as I felt a hot breeze on my back, I heard him snorting coldly in my ears, and squeezed out the word "death!" from the gap between my teeth! Then I shook all over, and the burning sensation behind me disappeared instantly, the blood totem power that had just gathered was actually dispersed!

It's really him!

My scalp suddenly numb, but his voice came from my ears again: I think of your fate that is born to be a soul that is not dirty and is a first offense. As long as you agree to hand her over, I will let you go!

I clenched my fists tightly, stared at him tightly, and finally shook my head bitterly and said: Mr. Fan, I admit that I am nothing in front of you, but since I have promised her, I will not change my original intention for any reason. If you want my life, then you can take it. It's just that I hope you can tolerate me for a little time and let me investigate who killed her and those innocent people.

Dingdang looked at me with a dazed look, as if he didn't expect that I would have the courage to say these words. But Fan Wuming beside her sneered: Do you really think I dare not kill you?

I smiled bitterly and shook my head and said: People do what they do, but they don’t do what they don’t. If I let me sacrifice my friends for my own safety, I can’t do it.

Dingdang seemed to want to say something, but he glared at him fiercely, so scared that he didn't dare to speak.

Fan Wuming sneered: So brave! It’s a pity that you made the wrong plan!

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed to me at a speed that his naked eyes could not see clearly, pinched me with one hand, and an indescribable cold air extended from my neck to my whole body, leaving only the totem on his back, and there was still a little bit of heat remaining in his breathing!

Looking at the man in front of me, I smiled faintly and chose to close my eyes!

If you really die, then die!

However, the moment I closed my eyes, a burst of crying sound came from behind me. Is it Xiaoyue?

I opened my eyes in shock!

He shouted behind him: Why are you coming out! Go back quickly!

Xiaoyue behind her choked and said: Xiaoyue doesn’t want Achen to die!

Then, in my shock, she screamed, turned into a ghost, and rushed towards Fan Wuming!

The result is obvious. No matter how powerful a ghost meets him, it is like a mantis armed with a car or a moth to a fire.

Fan Wuming snorted coldly, threw me away, turned around and quickly took off the suit on his body and wrapped Xiaoyue who was rushing towards him into the suit. He saw Xiaoyue struggling in the suit for a moment and disappeared invisible!

Then Fan Wuming put the suit back on his body, pulled the jingtang beside him who was looking at everything stupidly, and disappeared from my sight.

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Xiaoyue

I looked at the empty room blankly, and my mind was filled with the scene of her moths flying into the flames regardless of everything. The words of Xiaoyue not wanting Achen to die were like a tight spell, constantly hovering in my ears and on my head!

Xiaoyue is gone?

My consciousness flashed and I was out of meditation!

My eyes lit up, and I suddenly sat up from the bed, reached out to touch my pocket, took out the blood-covered comb from my pocket, and I shouted loudly: Xiaoyue?

Then two and three sounds, when I didn't know how many sounds I shouted, the shouts of the black-bellied woman and A Feng, as well as knocking on the door came from outside the door.

I got up from the bed in a daze, walked to the door and opened the door.

Looking at the worried two people, they turned around in a daze, returned to the bedside and sat on the bed.

Can I still see her? I don’t know that although I have known her for not long, her experience and her simplicity have deeply touched me. Even though she recognizes her as my own, in my subconscious, I have always treated her as my sister. Not only did I fail to protect her, she actually chose to protect me in the end.

This is what makes me feel most distressed.

Men are born with the desire to protect women, but they ruthlessly deprived me of this desire and trampled on my dignity!

This is also what I cannot tolerate the most.

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Chapter completed!