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"Qiao Fan, Qiao Fan—"

The old lady's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and a little weird.

Hearing this voice, the sleeping boy frowned uncomfortably, his whole body tensed up, and his hands on the quilt were clenched into fists.

"Qiao Fan, grandma misses you and is here to pick you up. Come with me, come—"

Cold sweat gradually broke out on Qiao Fan's forehead, and he murmured: "No... no, I'm not your grandson, go away, don't pester me, I don't know you at all!"

But the old lady refused to let him go, bent over, and gradually approached, blowing into the boy's ear one after another, and kept repeating the words to ask Qiao Fan to go with him.

Qiao Fan was shaking all over because of fear, and the yang fire on both shoulders and between his eyebrows became weaker and weaker until the flame on his left shoulder went out.

The old ghost was overjoyed, revealing a greedy expression. He tightly grasped the boy's wrist with his dry and cold hands, and forcibly pulled his soul out.

Qiao Fan felt a biting chill on his wrist. He wanted to shake it off, but he couldn't do anything. It was as if a mountain had been crushed on his body, making him unable to move at all. His eyes seemed to be covered with glue. No matter how hard you try, you can't open it.

He even felt that the withered hand on his left wrist had slowly pulled his soul out of his body.

Qiao Fan thought, is he finished this time?

If the soul completely leaves the body, wouldn't he just die?

Just as he was thinking wildly in a panic, Qiao Fan felt that his right wrist was also being grasped. It also felt slightly cool to the touch, and his palm was broad and strong.

"release."

It was a male voice, a little deep, cold and threatening.

The old lady stared at the tall man across the bed with a gloomy expression, her voice was hoarse and gloomy: "Young man, are you trying to rob someone?"

Cao Zhong's face was cold, and he was not polite at all: "Yes."

The old lady didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward, showing a bit of shock, but soon turned into vigilance, tightly clutching the boy's wrist, without any intention of giving in.

Cao Zhong didn't talk nonsense to her, and kicked across the bed, and the old lady easily blocked it with her crutches.

She was not an ordinary little ghost, and it could be seen from the strong resentment radiating from her body that many living people and little ghosts died under her hands.

But Cao Zhong's strength is not weak, and he has rarely encountered opponents in these years.

Ever since he was defeated by Ming Yi, he has been suffocating in his heart, but staying in the shop every day, he has nowhere to vent his anger.

Now that it is finally possible to fight, Cao Zhong will naturally not show mercy.

After all, he was a seasoned general during his lifetime, and his strength cannot be matched by an old ghost eating a few little ghosts.

After a few strokes, the old lady was at a disadvantage, and it was very difficult to fight with the opponent with one hand.

But she managed to pull out that kid's soul, once she let go, it would be a waste of all previous efforts.

The male ghost also tightly held the boy's wrist, preventing Qiao Fan's soul from leaving his body.

The more he fought, the more excited he felt, the beast that had been dormant in his body gradually awakened, and the old lady finally couldn't stand it anymore, she let go and backed away.

Qiao Fan's soul returned to his body, and Cao Zhong didn't have to worry about it. He let go of his hand and chased after him, strangled the old lady's neck, and pressed her against the wall.

At around [-]:[-] in the evening, Cao Xuanhe was eating, when his cell phone vibrated suddenly.

He swipe to answer and click on the loudspeaker.

"Hey."

"Master, it's me."

Cao Xuanhe recognized Cao Zhong's voice, and asked, "Is the matter settled?"

Cao Zhong: "Well, she's an old ghost. Seeing that she has killed many people, she said that she ran into Qiao Fan by accident yesterday. She felt that he had a dark spirit and wanted to occupy his body for her own use."

After Cao Xuanhe listened, he hummed noncommittally.

Cao Zhong asked, "What should I do next?"

Cao Xuanhe said: "Tie it up first."

Cao Zhong said, "Don't you want to ask her anything?"

Cao Xuanhe: "No need."

After hanging up the phone, Ming Yi stuck out half of his head from behind the sofa and said, "This old ghost must have been released by that old Taoist priest."

"Hmph, it must be that he can't beat you, so he just wants to attack the people around you secretly. He is simply a sinister and cunning villain."

"Daughter-in-law, why don't we preemptively rush to his house, beat him up, and force him to withdraw from the association."

"Need not."

Cao Xuanhe still ate without haste, and explained: "Song Yuanxiang and Yin Youran have already tried it. The strength of these people in the association has long been ingrained, and they cannot be moved easily."

Ming Yi was puzzled: "Since you know you can't move them, why did you let him go?"

"fishing."

"don't know."

Cao Xuanhe put down his chopsticks, crossed his index fingers, pondered for half a second and said: "If I didn't let him go that day, he might be the only one left behind, and he still couldn't move the rest of the association, but I forced him to quit the association. In order to keep his position, he Afterwards, I will definitely try my best to get rid of me."

"With his own strength, he knows that he is not my opponent, so he can only ask other people for help."

After Ming Yi finished listening, he stared at Cao Xuanhe with dark eyes and remained silent.

The man noticed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ming Yi's tone was serious: "I'm wondering if the upstart man that day came to the store with a suitcase to look for you to appraise treasures. Is you also within your expectations."

Looking back, Grandpa once told him that Cao Xuanhe was a scary person.

Ming Yi didn't feel it all the time, but now seeing him clearly calculating the opponent's step by step, Ming Yi actually felt a chill down his spine.

Cao Xuanhe easily caught the flash of timidity in his eyes, got up and walked to the living room, sat down on the sofa next to him, embraced the little ghost in his arms, pinched his earlobe, and asked: "Are you afraid of me? "

Ming nodded: "A little bit."

"At first, I thought that the upstart man was just an ordinary customer, deliberately finding fault in the store, so I thought about beating him up and teaching him a lesson, but it turned out that he was a tomb robber, or some kind of Yan family faction. Come to plant and frame your pawn."

"I also thought you had entanglements with the Yan family, just as you said, the old snake spirit wanted to recognize you as an apprentice, but if you refused, the other party felt ashamed and held a grudge against you, so he tripped you up."

"I can understand this. After all, no one has many enemies, but later, why did some association be involved, and they said they would dig out the roots."

"I just want to know if all of these are planned by you, even the things I did are in your plan."

After hearing what he said, Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips, raised his hand to pinch his chin, made him look at him, and said, "It's not as powerful as you think."

Mingyi didn't believe it: "But everything you said has come true."

He still clearly remembered that he said something casually in the backyard a few days ago, and he didn't know what the old man of the Yan family was doing.

Cao Xuanhe threw out two words without hesitation: "Hospital."

At that time, I was still surprised how he knew, Cao Xuanhe said it was a wild guess.

But later he said that the Yan family would first find a few thugs to test his strength, and then find a few Taoist priests to scare them.

Ming Yi recalled the past few days, and was surprised to find that everything he said had come true.

Ming Yi is just nervous and doesn't want to think about things, but it doesn't mean he is a fool who doesn't understand anything.

Sensing the defense of the kid in his arms, Cao Xuanhe sighed softly, and explained: "Those things about the Yan family are indeed my wild guesses, and the Yan family's style of doing things has always been like this all these years."

"If you offend the Yan family, if they are ordinary people, they only need to use a few thugs to deter the other party."

"If you can't deal with it, nearly half of the warlocks in the Metaphysics Association will make friends with them."

"I did not expect that the Yan family would invite the old Taoist Qingsong this time. It was my last thought to ask him to withdraw from the association that night."

Ming Yi pursed his lips and squinted at him: "Really?"

Cao Xuanhe nodded: "En."

Ming Yi asked: "I took my brothers to throw the corpse in the old snake spirit's room that night, was it within your expectation?"

Cao Xuanhe held his forehead: "Not here."

Ming Yi: "How to prove it?"

Cao Xuanhe was at a loss for words.

How to prove such a thing?