Urban Madness

Ye Fan could also understand their envy, jealousy and hatred.

After all, he had only come to the Guangming Pavilion these days, and he had already stood in such a position, and it was normal for them to feel resentful.

Ye Fan ignored them and waved his big hand, almost all the knives pierced into the female Yan's body at the same time.

For a time, there were dozens of blood holes in the female Yan's body.

Seeing those dozens of blood holes, the people in the audience suddenly gasped.

If the dozens of identical swords just now were a blinding technique, the dozens of blood holes at this moment would definitely not be fake.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan would actually do such a trick.

The few monks who whispered quietly closed their mouths, for fear that Ye Fan would be unhappy and poke a blood hole in himself.

After completing the task, the Fire God Sword returned to Ye Fan's hands. Ye Fan held the Fire God Sword in his hand and stab a sword.

The stabbing place happened to be the woman's heart.

The female ghost shrank her pupils and crushed the fake death medicine hidden in her mouth.

After a few breaths, her head drooped, and her whole body was silent.

"The female ghost is dead. I wonder if you are still satisfied with this result?"

Di Jiang looked at everyone in the audience with a smile.

Most of the monks in the audience were used to being in the Guangming Pavilion, where such **** pictures were seen. After seeing the death of the female ghost, they left the scene one after another.

"Ye Fan, tidy up the female ghost's body, let's go."

Di Jiang said coldly.

Ye Fan responded and put the female ghost down from the torture frame, and then dragged her body into the torture room.

"Master Dijiang, I don't know how to deal with this female ghost's body?"

Ye Fan pretended to be embarrassed and looked at Dijiang.

"Burn it, her identity is not appropriate to throw in the mass grave, and it is even more inappropriate to be buried with Lord Huangdi, it is better to be turned into a handful of ashes."

Di Jiang closed his eyes and gently massaged his temples.

"You go to deal with it, and come to the office to find me when you are done."

After Ye reacted, Di Jiang turned and left this place.

"You guys, what are you doing standing there? Don't you have eyes? Why don't you go and clean up the blood on the floor!"

Ye Fan sternly scolded the little monks who were standing at the door of the execution room.

All of those little cultivators had seen Ye Fan interrogating others, and the fear of Ye Fan could be said to have come from his heart.

Hearing Ye Fan's scolding, several people rushed to clean up the blood stains on Xingtai.

As a result, in the torture room, there were only two female Yan and Ye Fan left.

The ring in Ye Fan's hand flashed with light.

Immediately, the corpse of the female ghost who was randomly thrown on the ground disappeared, but it appeared on the ground again in an instant.

Ye Fan nodded in satisfaction, found a mat, and wrapped the fake corpse on the ground.

This ring was specially modified by him from the old man, and he can put living things in it.

Nowadays, although the female ghost has taken the fake death medicine, the vitality inside has not been cut off, so she is still alive.

For this matter, he was really distressed for a while, but fortunately the old man, the master of runes, was there.

At this moment, a little monk who was cleaning the torture platform came in.

Ye Fan pretended not to see him, and a ball of flame rose in his hand.

The flame fell on the mat on the ground, and soon a raging fire ignited, and only a human-shaped object was faintly visible burning inside.