The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

"Thanks for today."

Ming Fan spoke to Elder Wang Ting and took out a white jade box from his ring and handed it to him.

Counting it up, he helped her twice today, in the Medicine Master Hall and the Buddha Sect.

Elder Wang Ting took the jade box with doubt. There were several yellow talisman papers wrapped around the jade box.

But even so, it cannot conceal the surging spiritual energy within.

The old man in the royal court: "What is this?"

Ming Fan: "Medicine pills."

The old man in the royal court paused. He had never lacked elixirs and other things in the royal court. Then he planned to push the jade box back.

"You still..."

"Divine Saliva Pill." Ming Fan added.

The old man Wang Ting paused as he was pushing his hand out, then a smile broke out on his face.

"…Leave it to me."

The Divine Saliva Pill was a pill that was half a step away from being a divine grade. He had not expected Ming Fan to be so generous. Any random gift he gave was a pill that was close to being a divine grade.

He really didn't help the wrong person.

Ming Fan nodded: "Thank you for troubling me today, Senior. Now that everything is fine, Ming Fan will say goodbye to the elder here."

She had to hurry back to the Soul Palace.

Elder Wang Ting understood what Ming Fan meant and said nothing more. He just reminded Ming Fan again about the selection of the Wang Ting clan school one year later.

Seeing that Mingfan had already taken note of it, he felt relieved.

Ming Fan watched Elder Wang Ting leave, then turned and headed towards the Soul Palace.

……

Back at the Soul Palace, it was already night.

Looking at the rows of eerie red lanterns lighting up in the mountains, Ming Fan felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.

It seems like I’ve returned to the days when we used to dance at the graves.

After a day of fighting, Ming Fan was exhausted. He thought about this and that, and walked up the mountain step by step.

Ming Fan didn't know how long she had been walking, but when she looked up, she saw Lin Wanshu and others standing outside the mountain gate, looking at her with smiles.

Under the red light of the forest, a hint of warm yellow inexplicably appeared.

Ming Fan smiled and quickened his pace as he walked towards everyone.

So much so that the next day, Kong Zhu was as surprised as if he had seen a ghost when he saw Ming Fan.

Kong Zhu: "You, you went to rob the Medicine Master Hall?"

The things piled in front of him were as high as a small mountain. Kong Zhu smacked his lips in amazement. He didn't even dare to imagine what the Pharmacist Hall, which had been looted by Ming Fan, would look like.

Even though he had been on the top of the list before, he had never been as crazy as she was.

Is it strange?

Ming Fan looked at Kong Zhu's reaction and couldn't understand it.

Now that she's going, she's going to take everything that doesn't belong to her!

Seeing Kong Zhu still looking at them one by one, Ming Fan waved his hand and urged, "Hurry up and get what you need."

After Kong Zhu had selected the herbs for refining the Seven-Turn Resurrection Pill, Ming Fan waved his hand and rolled all the remaining things into the storage ring.

"You should refine the elixir as soon as possible."

She had already decided that she would leave when Kong Zhu handed her the refined pills.

Kong Zhu responded reluctantly, but when he saw Lin Wanshu behind Ming Fan, his face changed back to a servile smile.

"Little Lord--"

Lin Wanshu ignored him and turned away.

Kong Zhu: “…”

Why is the young master becoming more and more like the palace master?

Lin Wanshu and Ming Fan left and reunited with Le Shan and others who were waiting outside.

They had been arguing with the Futu Sect, and now that the crisis was resolved, it was time for them to go for a good stroll.

After all, I'm here now, and I don't know when I'll come again.

Ming Fan and his companions walked down the mountain.

The Soul Palace during the day, with its singing birds and fragrant flowers, is completely different from the Chinese-style horror of red lanterns and black walls at night.

But what was unusual was that none of them said much.

Even Rong Hua, who usually talks the most, has become much quieter.

Ever since coming out of the Picture of Ten Thousand Monsters, everyone seems to have their own concerns.

"So you all have something on your mind?"

Suddenly, Ming Fan asked.

She didn't like guessing, so after thinking for a while, Ming Fan spoke again: "Tell it all out so that everyone can hear it. Even if we can't solve it, we can still have fun."

"Don't worry, as long as we persist, we can overcome all difficulties."

Lin Wanshu and the others looked at Ming Fan helplessly: "..."

It starts again...

Ming Fan grinned without realizing it, but the smile didn't last for a moment before he retracted it.

"Again?"

Ming Fan's spiritual power surged, and he thrust out three spears without thinking.

The sect leader's face froze, but he didn't dare to hurt Ming Fan. He hid while explaining.

"My friend, you misunderstood. I came here today to discuss something with you."

"Oh? We have nothing to discuss with the Sect Master."

Le Shan waved his folding fan and stood in front of Ming Fan.

Seeing that they were protecting Ming Fan so tightly, the sect leader sighed.

It seems that it is impossible to get close to Ming Fan. Thinking of what the ancestor said, the sect leader felt mixed emotions for a moment.

Finally, he looked at Ming Fan deeply, then turned and left.

Ming Fan: "?"

Why is she so mad? That look in her eyes made her look like a heartless and unfeeling man.

Ming Fan shook off the ridiculous thoughts in his mind.

Seeing the concerned eyes of Le Shan and others staring at him, Ming Fan returned to his usual nonchalant look.

Ming Fan smiled, and Lin Wanshu and others watched.

The five of them just stared at each other like fighting cocks in silence for a moment.

The atmosphere was so weird that Ming Fan was defeated in the end.

"Brothers, ask whatever you want to ask."

Ming Fan was in a state of disrespect, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Le Shan narrowed his eyes and pulled Ming Fan aside mysteriously.

"Little Junior Sister, tell me, has Senior Brother been acting a little strange since he came to this Soul Palace?

Could it be that... he was possessed by someone else?"

Ming Fan pushed Le Shan away and nodded solemnly: "Yes."

Seeing Le Shan's face frown, Ming Fan pointed at Lin Wanshu, Xiao Yunyang and Rong Hua standing beside him.

"Not only him, you guys are also weird."

After a while, in the strange atmosphere, Lin Wanshu spoke: "Did you see anything during the thunder catastrophe that day?"

As soon as he said this, Le Shan, Xiao Yunyang and Rong Hua's faces changed.

Only Ming Fan was confused.

What is this all about?

When did they start a new group chat without her knowledge?

"you have not?"

Lin Wanshu looked at Ming Fan.

"What...should I have?" Ming Fan spoke uncertainly.