"Cough, cough cough..."

A violent cough came, Yang Song's body was shaken, and the bed swayed twice.

"Yes, is it Jiande?" Yang Song's head turned slightly, looking towards the door, his turbid eyes opened wide, as if he wanted to see things clearly in this darkness, his voice was extremely hoarse and very weak. "You know your father's body, I'm afraid... I'm afraid there will be no more time. Cough, you don't have to find someone to see you anymore... You are just a little worried..."

Lin Fan walked forward and said in a relaxed voice: "My man, don't think too much. Since I'm here, I will naturally not let you die. It will be no problem to live for another twenty years."

As he said that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A kerosene lamp on the table suddenly lit up.

The faint orange candlelight brought some light to the dark room.

"You, are you?"

Yang Song looked at the strange young man beside the bed and asked in confusion.

"Save your people."

Lin Fan said lightly, then turned around, looked at the open space in the room like lightning, and shouted in a low voice: "You are hiding your head and revealing your tail, haven't you shown up yet!"

"Hehehehe..."

A gloomy and terrifying laugh suddenly sounded from the dim room.

Then, a black black mist as black as ink appeared in the open space, slowly floating more than thirty centimeters from the ground, without a face or facial features. It could only be vaguely seen as a human figure, and could barely distinguish the head, torso and limbs. If this honor is seen by ordinary people, I would be afraid that it would be so scared that it would be so scared that it would be so scared.

You don't need to wear makeup when starring in a thriller.

And as the black fog appeared, a sudden gust of wind in the room, as if countless unjust souls were crying, roaring, and roaring. The gloomy and terrifying atmosphere suddenly rose.

The flames of the kerosene lamps jumped wildly, like a small boat in the vast ocean, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment.

But strangely, that little flame is immortal.

Very firm.

“Huh?”

This made Black Mir a little confused and gave a sound of surprise.

The most shocking thing was Yang Song. The old man widened his eyes and stared at the black fog. His turbid eyes were full of horror, and he exclaimed: "What is this!"

He had been living here, but he never realized that there was another existence in the room, which made Yang Song's scalp numb at that time.

Although Yang Song did not know Black Mist, he could still feel the evil and gloomy aura behind Black Mist's appearance, which was enough to show that the black Mist in front of him was not a good thing.

Lin Fan said lightly: "This is where your illness is, watch quietly."

Hearing this, although Yang Song was still extremely uneasy inside, he stopped talking, just clenched his fists and stared at the black fog.

The black fog was not afraid of Lin Fan at all. It leaned forward slightly and floated in front of Lin Fan, as if looking at Lin Fan up and down. After a moment, a gloomy and hoarse voice came from the black fog: "Who is a master of fellow Taoist? It's not simple to see through my existence."

This ghost cultivator is actually praising Lin Fan.

Of course, there is a bit of true feelings and falsehood in this word, so it is unknown.

Lin Fan looked calm and did not take this ghost cultivator seriously at all. He said calmly: "I won't say much nonsense, I will give you ten breaths and leave immediately. I will never be allowed to set foot in the territory of Xia Kingdom. I think your cultivation is not easy, so I can let you go, otherwise..."

There is no doubt that based on normal values, ghost cultivators are evil. The higher the realm, the more people die at his hands, and everyone in the righteous will be punished.

But Lin Fan was not influenced by this secular concept. In his opinion, there is no absolute difference between good and evil among practitioners. Whether it is ancient martial artists, zombies, ghost cultivators, vampires, etc., it is the same, but the paths and methods of cultivation are different. Lin Fan is not a savior, so naturally he will not clean them up with a sense of justice.

Of course, if they don’t open their eyes and provoke Lin Fan, they can only seek death on their own and they can’t blame Lin Fan.

For example, the zombie Fu Wuya who has been practicing for hundreds of years, the vampire clan with a thousand-year-old heritage, and the thousand-year-old monster of the short country, the boy Shuitun, if they don’t provoke Lin Fan, they can still live well now.

Yang Song’s current situation is because this ghost cultivator is eroding his soul. As long as the ghost cultivator leaves, Yang Song will be given some medicine to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the essence, and he will be able to recover soon.

So Lin Fan said that he would expel the ghost cultivator and prevent him from entering the territory of Xia. As for other places, Lin Fan was too lazy to care about it.

"Hehe..." The black mist trembled slightly, let out a gloomy smile, and said, "Let's talk, otherwise what will you do?"

Lin Fan's eyes froze and he said coldly: "Otherwise, you will die!"

As soon as this statement came out, a powerful aura suddenly rose from Lin Fan's body.

The black fog surged on the black fog's face, as if it was angry.

He didn't expect Lin Fan to be so rampant. Although Lin Fan's momentum brought a strong sense of oppression to Black Mile, he had only reached his current state for hundreds of years of cultivation. Naturally, he was not a good person. He immediately said: "Boy, you are so angry!"

"I have practiced for hundreds of years and have seen countless strong people, but this is the first time I am as arrogant as you!"

"I just don't know, after I swallow your soul, will you still be so arrogant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the space inside the house seemed to have a faint ripples of evil spirit.

One by one, they rushed towards Lin Fan, but they were unable to make any progress when they were half a meter away from Lin Fan, as if they were isolated from a transparent barrier.

Lin Fan had a strong true energy around him, and the ordinary evil energy was hard to get close to him. He smiled indifferently and said slowly: "I really don't know where you got the confidence. I actually said that I devour my soul and I'm not afraid of suffocating you to death."

This is not a lie.

With the power of Lin Fan's soul, if the black mist really doesn't know how to swallow his soul, it will immediately explode and die.

It's like blowing a balloon.

Can't bear it at all.

But Black Mist felt that his majesty was provoked and became angry: "Just? Boy, you are really a newborn calf and are not afraid of tigers."

"You can form a golden elixir at your age, which is indeed a natural resource, but you must know that both golden elixirs are divided into strengths and weaknesses."

"I am an extremely powerful ghost cultivator. I am invincible at the same level, and I can fight even if I go above and beyond!"

"Originally, I don't want to provoke an enemy for nothing, but since you are so rude, don't blame me."

"Dedicate your soul!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black fog suddenly became extremely ferocious, and the black fog all over his body surged wildly. The whistling sound of the cold wind in the room became louder, and the cold and cold feeling filled the entire room.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist stretched out his hand, and a black mist suddenly surged out of its body, turning into a black python, with a wide open snake mouth and attacking Lin Fan.

At the same time, a gloomy and evil aura also came to my face.
Chapter completed!