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"!!!"

The female ghost was startled, hesitant, obviously struggling.

Zhang Yiyan's eyes darkened, and he casually threw out a thunder talisman. After a burst of shrill screams, the female ghost walked quickly over on her knees, shaking her battered and burnt body, and kowtowed.

"Master, have mercy on me. Master, have mercy on me. I was too blind to see the mountains. I was wrong. Master, please have mercy on me."

Zhang Yiyan waved his right hand gently, and the table not far away slowly moved to his side, blocking Yan Junge and others behind him. He supported his chin with one hand and leaned on the table, tilting his head to look at her with a calm and careless expression.

"Last night, was it you who the four people summoned in the house?"

"Yes, yes. After the four of them summoned me, they asked me two questions, then threw their pens and left." The female ghost answered immediately, fearing that if she took a step too late, a thunderstorm would result.

At this time, her appearance also changed. The originally pale and grey-grey face lost some of its anger, and her eyeballs slowly showed pupils from completely white. "I originally thought,"

"Want to harm them?" Zhang Yiyan answered, sitting up straight and tapping his fingertips on the table.

"Gudong."

The female ghost actually swallowed in fear at this moment, obviously she was already a ghost. Nodding vigorously, "I was originally on the rooftop, but they summoned me to come down, but the ceremony was not completed and they even dropped the pen."

Then he talked about what happened after she appeared and the questions she asked, "I wanted to follow them after they left, but..."

He raised his finger and pointed at the window, his eyes showing cunning and a flash of fierceness. Yan Junge, Huang Yong, and Le Sheng immediately looked away when they met her. This female ghost looks really scary, and their amulets can't be used now, so they have to keep a low profile.

"The window was blocked and I was bounced back."

Zhang Yiyan took a look at the window first and found that there was a restriction in the morning. It seemed that she was not lying. Then he looked at Yan Junge and others, how they were crowded together like quails.

He curled his lips and smiled, "Come here."

The three of them came over as soon as their eyes lit up.

Suddenly, the female ghost spotted the moment when Zhang Yiyan turned his head unprepared, and pounced on him with her fingers like claws. Black energy overflowed from her eyes, and her face was ferocious.

"Yanyan!!!" Yan Junge exclaimed, his pupils trembling and he rushed forward.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to To to screams rang out.

When the female ghost attacked and was less than 10 centimeters away from Zhang Yiyan, the latter moved slightly, raised his hand, grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard.

There was a clicking sound like a broken bone!

Seeing this scene, Yan Junge stopped walking, as if nothing happened to him.

Sometimes Yan Yan is too strong, to the point where he seems useless. Now he needs Yan Yan to protect himself even more.

No, no, he can also replenish energy for Yanyan, a large power bank, a large power bank. Thinking of this, I felt relieved that I was still useful.

In the half minute that Yan Junge thought about his role, the female ghost was completely paralyzed to the ground.

Zhang Yiyan moved his left hand, and the magic rope flew out. The rope head flexibly tied the female ghost several times and wrapped it into a rice dumpling.

After doing all this, he looked at the three people again and said, "Come here."

Seeing that they hadn't come to their senses yet, he laughed and said, "It's okay."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the female ghost was tied tightly. Huang Yong and Le Sheng also secretly made up their minds that they would never confront Zhang Yiyan in the future. Beating people, no, the way they look like beating ghosts is too cruel.

Yan Jungla pulled up the chair and sat down behind Jing Yiyan, followed by Huang Yong and Le Sheng last.

Like a greedy snake. . .

Sighing silently, Zhang Yiyan raised his hand and patted the back of Yan Junge's hand gently to express his relief. The latter's heart felt warm, and he held it with his backhand and clasped his fingers tightly.

Zhang Yiyan tilted his head slightly to look at him, but did not withdraw his hand.

"What did you see at the window?"

"Say."

The female ghost was filled with regret at this moment. She had suffered in vain, but she didn't escape yet. She rolled and struggled on the ground several times, and the red rope around her body tightened tighter and tighter, trying to strangle her ghost body.

In a daze, the female ghost finally gave up, "The four of them were taking pictures everywhere. I felt it was boring, so I left."

He tried his best to raise his head and look at Zhang Yiyan. The latter looked like you haven't explained clearly yet. He gritted his teeth and continued, "After that, I walked around each dormitory a few times. Most of the rooms were empty. I stayed in the occupied rooms. For a while."

"Later, when I got bored, I went back to the rooftop and saw..."

"I saw the four of them kneeling on the ground, surrounded by several people."

"Then I smelled blood."

"As a result, I haven't seen their ghosts to this day." When she said this, she felt a little regretful, thinking that they were not dead.

Everyone was startled when they heard this. Yan Junge pulled Zhang Yiyan slightly and asked if he could speak. The latter nodded.

"Have you seen the specific number of people and their faces? Approximately what time it is?"

The female ghost glanced at Yan Junge. This man had no magic power and she didn't want to pay attention to him at all. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of their clasped hands, and his lips curled up in understanding, "It's too far away, so I couldn't see clearly. There are about four of them."

After thinking for a while, he said, "The lights weren't turned off at that time."

The time was right as Song Qing had judged. Zhang Yiyan continued, "Lights out at 11:[-] in school."

Looking carefully at the female ghost's face, she saw that her appearance had changed due to her excessive resentment, but she still recognized it in her brows, "What's your name?"

"I...,, I don't remember." The female ghost was obviously a little confused. She couldn't remember her name. Why?

"How did you die?"

", I don't remember." Why couldn't she remember? She seemed to have forgotten something important...

When the female ghost was confused and panicked, Zhang Yiyan took out his phone and rummaged around a few times, then turned the interface to her and said, "Your name is Jiang Fangfang, and you are a school girl one grade below me."

The female ghost couldn't believe her ears. She stared at Zhang Yiyan, her chaotic eyes slowly clearing up. She mumbled a few times and finally said, "Senior Zhang?"

Zhang Yiyan nodded. He had an impression of this girl and she was very studious. "You didn't become an exchange student. What happened?"

When Jiang Fangfang heard her name, her appearance became clear again, but when she heard what happened, the unbearable memory fragments flashed past.

All kinds of foul language, insults, beatings, torture, rape,,,

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah,,,,"

After sadness and despair came boundless hatred. She remembered, she wanted revenge, ah ah ah ah. Jiang Fangfang's resentment almost overflowed the entire room. Her resentment seemed to turn into a sharp sword and struck wildly. The items in the room were knocked away and smashed into pieces. The lamp above his head flickered a few times, then shattered, leaving the room dark.

Zhang Yiyan moved quickly and withdrew the hand held by Yan Junge. He accurately pressed Jiang Fangfang's forehead with his right hand and took out a small purple gold gourd from the cuff of his left hand, about the size of his palm.

"Bo,"

When the thumb is pressed hard, the plug opens, and it seems to make a popping sound.

In the blink of an eye, a long glowing red rope emerged from the gourd and quickly wrapped around Jiang Fangfang's neck. The moment Zhang Yiyan withdrew his right hand, Jiang Fangfang screamed and turned into black smoke and was detained inside the gourd. The rope that bound her seemed to be sensing and wrapped around her left wrist.

After tightening the stopper of the purple gold gourd, Zhang Yiyan stopped.

Jiang Fangfang's heart-rending screams came from inside the gourd. Her thumb slid across the gourd, golden light flashed, and it suddenly became quiet.

There was a moment of silence in the room.