Live fortune-telling: I want to reveal the secret

Villa No. 7, Qingshuiwan Villa Area.

After Yang Fan was sucked into the living room by a suction force, although he was a little flustered, he quickly stabilized his body.

At this time, the living room was pitch black, and there was a gust of wind blowing around, as if there was something terrifying in the dark, and a conspiracy against Yang Fan was brewing.

Yang Fan didn't dare to act rashly, but took the mahogany sword in his hand to be on guard. It wasn't until 2 minutes passed that he gradually adapted to the surrounding darkness.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from the darkness, and the sound of footsteps was very weird, as if someone deliberately dragged their feet on the ground, pausing for a second with each step.

Although some faint light came in from the window, Yang Fan couldn't even see a ghost, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if that thing in the dark was slowly approaching Yang Fan!

"Whoosh!"

Without any hesitation, Yang Fan took out a divine talisman, and threw the talisman into the air without saying a word.

"Oh!"

But just when the talisman was reduced to ashes, a piercing sound suddenly sounded behind his ears. Before Yang Fan could react, he felt his neck was caught by something.

"Crack!"

This is a hemp rope as thick as a thumb, it hangs down from the ceiling so abruptly, and wraps around Yang Fan's neck so desperately that it is even shrinking continuously.

"Uh……"

Yang Fan subconsciously groaned, and at the same time stretched out his left hand to pull the rope, but the rope was tied tightly, as if tied in a knot, no matter how Yang Fan pulled, the rope would not move.

"Whoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, the rope lifted Yang Fan up, as if there was a giant hand at the other end of the rope, pulling the rope vigorously.

"Shh!"

Seeing that his toes had left the ground and his body was already suspended in the air, Yang Fan, in desperation, could only resort to a fencing technique, controlling the mahogany sword and slashing fiercely at the rope.

"Shh!"

I saw the mahogany sword flying out of Yang Fan's hand, then drew a graceful arc in midair, and finally cut the rope smoothly.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan's body fell from mid-air, and the hemp rope that was originally wrapped around his neck was also loosened automatically.

"Cough cough cough..."

Yang Fan, who fell to the ground, coughed, and quickly took off the rope. He threw the rope into the air, and then manipulated the mahogany sword to split the rope into several pieces.

After doing all this, Yang Fan immediately recalled the mahogany sword back to his hand, and then looked around vigilantly, as if he was guarding against the sneak attack of ghosts in the dark.

quiet!
The living room was quiet!
The footsteps just now had disappeared, but Yang Fan had a strong premonition that the thing must have come to the living room, and it might even be not far from Yang Fan!

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Yang Fan didn't take any action, and the ghosts in the dark didn't attack Yang Fan either. The two sides seemed to be in a stalemate, and they seemed to be looking for a suitable opportunity to attack.

"Shh!"

All of a sudden, Yang Fan took out a large handful of [Heavenly Master Talismans] from his Qiankun bag, and saw him suddenly throw the talismans above his head, and dozens of talismans fell down like celestial maidens scattered flowers.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

A flash of fire flashed, dozens of celestial master talismans turned into streaks of golden light, and then rushed towards all directions.

At this moment, Yang Fan couldn't help but gasped!
Why did the Celestial Master Talisman shoot in all directions?Could it be that in this little drawing room, there were ghosts hiding on all sides?
The answer will be revealed immediately!

There was only a burst of fried soybeans, as if the Celestial Master Talisman had hit something, and in an instant, more than a dozen vague black shadows appeared in the living room.

Moreover, these black shadows were running around one after another, as if they were trying their best to avoid the Celestial Master Talisman thrown by Yang Fan.

I rub!

So many ghosts?

Could it be that this villa has become a place to raise ghosts?
This thought just flashed through my mind, the black shadows that were running around one second, all disappeared the next second, as if they had never appeared in the living room, and the surroundings instantly became extraordinarily quiet.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, then, holding the mahogany sword in his hand, he took a step forward cautiously.

"Shhhhh..."

It was the distance of this step, as if some mechanism had been touched, in an instant, more than a dozen hemp ropes suddenly fell from the sky, and then all wrapped around Yang Fan's neck.

"court death!"

Yang Fan, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately shouted, then threw the mahogany sword in his hand, and at the same time quickly pinched a hand formula and shouted: "Wan Jian Jue!"

As soon as the words fell, the mahogany sword turned into thousands of sword shadows, and then shot at the hemp ropes with lightning speed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"Give me death!"

In Yang Fan's icy eyes, these dozen hemp ropes were cut into countless pieces by thousands of sword shadows as soon as they appeared.

All of a sudden, fragments of ropes fell from mid-air, directly covering the living room floor with a thick layer.

quiet!
It's all quiet!
The gust of wind that was still circling in the living room just now dissipated immediately, and the light shining in from the window seemed to become brighter, and Yang Fan's eyes were no longer dark, and he could see everything in the living room clearly. Decorated.

Are you done?

These ghosts should all be killed by the mahogany sword, right?

Yang Fan did not relax his vigilance, but continued to hold the mahogany sword, and then carefully checked the whole villa.

Yang Fan let out a long breath until it was confirmed that there was no ghost energy in this villa, and then he returned to the living room, and opened the door of the villa.

Who knew that just after the door was opened, a graceful figure rushed in: "Chairman, are you okay? You almost scared me to death just now..."

Zhao Lu anxiously grabbed Yang Fan's arm, as if she saw that Yang Fan's finger was cut and dripping blood, so Zhao Lu immediately took out a tissue and wrapped it up for him with distressed face. Covered the wound on the finger.

"Zhao Lu, you were outside... didn't encounter any accidents, did you?" Yang Fan glanced at Zhao Lu with a strange expression, always feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with her, but he couldn't tell what went wrong.

"I am fine."

Zhao Lu shook her head lightly, and then said with a look of fear: "After you were sucked in just now, I kept pushing the door, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push the door open... Woohoo, scare Kill me, I thought you..."

"Hehe, don't be afraid, I have cleaned up all the ghosts in this villa, and we can live in it with peace of mind." Yang Fan smiled slightly, and then turned on the light in the living room.

"Crack!"

As the lights were turned on, the whole living room became brighter, looking at the thick layer of hemp rope fragments on the floor, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth also slightly raised.

However, when Yang Fan turned around and walked into the living room, Zhao Lu behind him showed a weird smile, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Under the light, a light red strangle mark appeared on Zhao Lu's neck, but as time passed, this strangle mark gradually disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

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