Duan Jiu walked around, but the excitement he was looking forward to didn't happen at all, and he felt very bored.
After hearing what Jiang Fang said, he became interested.
"What do you mean? Do you know where the ghost is?"
Jiang Fang pointed to the mouth of the well and asked, "Did you think of anything when you saw this?"
Duan Jiu took two steps back cautiously, and her DNA was violently abused by the dominatrix.
She kicked him in the chest, and it still hurts!
"What do you want to do? Settle old scores?"
Jiang Fang then remembered that Duan Hecha wanted to throw her into the well a few days ago.
Look at the frightened bird's cowardly appearance, but it also teases her with mean words from time to time. It seems that she is scared, but not completely scared.
Duan Jiu couldn't stand Jiang Fang's half-smiling look, so he strode forward and looked into the well.
Unexpectedly, it’s not a dry well. There are a few leaves floating on the water.
Other than that, no abnormalities were found.
"You wouldn't say that ghosts are hiding in here, right?"
Jiang Fang patted the handle of the windlass again, and Duan Jiu put his hand on it. What was it that made it so mysterious?
This feeling is...
He stroked it back and forth, looking at his palm in trance.
Qi Ling held it in for a long time, but couldn't help but ask: "Master, are you not afraid of ghosts, or do you not believe in ghosts?"
"Both." Jiang Fang smiled: "But more importantly, I have a powerful weapon spirit like you!"
I was suddenly liked, ahhh, so shy!
The weapon spirit was so happy that he did somersaults, and then confessed honestly: "But my current magic power can only transport medicines, and I can't help you with anything else~ But I will work hard to practice!"
Jiang Fang looked at it lovingly. He didn't expect this fool at first, so just praising it casually was like giving him blood.
"But I can also see that there is no trace of ghosts here~ Master, rest assured, the rumors of hauntings must be spread by rumors. You also know that the ancients were very superstitious about these ghosts."
Even if the time and space were changed and illegal things like weapon spirits existed, Jiang Fang still wouldn't believe it was haunted.
This place looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, but she still sensitively smelled a hint of living people living there.
When I saw the handle of the windlass used to draw water from the well, I finally confirmed it. It was clean and smooth, and it was obviously frequently used.
"You are right, it is all humans who harm others."
Duan Jiu also understood and put down his dust-free palm.
What a fierce ghost in red is just a person pretending to be a ghost.
Jiang Fang suddenly came over, lifted Duan Jiu's chin, and looked around with his eyes like searchlights: "Why do I feel that you are disappointed?"
Duan Jiu froze and turned to avoid Jiang Fang's hand.
The way this bully and playboy teases a well-behaved woman is so damned!
Jiang Fang narrowed his eyes and let out a contemptuous laugh: "Do you think Gui can help you and kill me? Huh?"
She wouldn't think that after cooking a few times, Duan Heicha would give up the idea of revenge.
Duan Jiu Nu, does he seem to be such an incompetent person? He needs ghost help to deal with a village girl?
Immediately he became discouraged, he seemed to be unable to defeat Jiang Fang at the moment.
But this must be clarified, he is definitely not someone who relies on ghosts!
Duan Jiu stared at Jiang Fang with a gloomy face: "I'm curious, apart from magic, what else can kill ghosts. Ghosts have already died once, and they are more interesting than people... I am really excited just thinking about it."
Are you afraid of dominatrix?
Qi Ling translated diligently, with a trembling voice: "Master, what Duan Heicha means is that he wants to use all kinds of torture methods on ghosts. Ghosts can recover infinitely and can play many times... ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.
, he is simply a ghost!"
In just the short time he spent visiting this place, Duan Jiu had already imagined countless kinds of torture that were beyond the limits of human beings.
Because the darkness in his heart has faded a lot, but there is still no light. There is only one reason for that, and that is that he feels pleasure from torturing people.
Qi Ling decided not to probe Duan Jiu's mental state in the recent period. It's really depressing!
Jiang Fang chuckled, there is no time travel in vain, she still has to be the teaching director to reshape the outlook of an extreme terrorist.
"So why should I be afraid of ghosts? This guy is the real ghost! And I have to clear his name!"
The weapon spirit shook off the sweat on his body and advised again: "Master, you know how scary Duan Jiu is, so you should be nicer to him in the future!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Fang growling sadly: "What a beautiful face, what an ugly heart!"
Then slapped him across the face.
"Pa" was extremely clear in the silent inner courtyard.
Qi Ling is going crazy: "Zhou Cao, why don't you play according to the routine?!"
Jiang Fang said confidently: "You know nothing! Leave me alone!"
Can a disease of Duan Hei Cha's level be corrected by just kneeling and licking?
Of course, press him when he is at a low point. It is best to press until he is afraid.
Qi Ling struggled desperately: "Master, in your dictionary, don't you add fuel to the fire and make things worse? You can't kill Duan Jiu, you are increasing the hatred value like this..."
Qi Ling deeply felt that Jiang Fang might have another kind of pathology different from Duan Jiu.
Could it be that what she wanted was a bad death?
Jiang Fang was impatient: "I didn't use much strength. It was much lighter than slapping Jiang Jiabao, and there were no red marks."
Qi Ling didn't want to talk anymore.
For Duan Jiu, a slap in the face is more serious than a whipping.
Duan Jiu's eyes flashed with a wolf-like ruthlessness, his chest heaved a few times, and he endured without fighting back.
Can't beat it.
What's more, just fighting back, how can it be enough?
But in the end he was still very angry and retorted: "Then you have such an ugly face and an ugly heart."
Even if I get beaten again, I still have to say it, as long as it makes the dominatrix angry!
Jiang Fang raised his hand, but Duan Jiu did not dodge, then froze again.
A calloused hand touched the place where he was beaten and rubbed it. The dominatrix was still smiling.
It must have been another slap in the face, or some other big move.
Duan Jiu tensed up, wary of Jiang Fang.
"Just one beautiful person in the family is enough." Jiang Fang slapped him with a candy and coaxed: "From now on, I will be responsible for earning money to support the family, and you will be responsible for being as beautiful as a flower. Do you hear me?"
You are as beautiful as a flower, uncle!
Duan Jiu finally admitted at this moment that he could not defeat the dominatrix physically or verbally.
Duan Jiu has never been proud of having a beautiful face, or even disdained it.
Most of the misunderstandings, ridicule, jealousy, and distrust I suffered in my short life came from this face.
But at this point, why not take advantage of the fact that the dominatrix is in a good mood and make a request that is not excessive?
Duan Jiu smiled forcefully, making sure to make her beautiful face more pleasing to the eye.
"Then can you stop hitting me in the face?" I didn't even dare to say I wouldn't hit him again.
Duan Jiu will never admit that he is humble.
This is a strategy, save face first, then talk about other things, take your time.
Jiang Fang nodded and readily let him choose: "Slap in the face or kick in the side, be a husband or a sister, you choose one."
Duan Jiu's legs trembled, and he suddenly felt that being slapped in the face didn't seem that uncomfortable.
"Tell me after you think about it." Jiang Fang turned around and walked outside, sighing as he walked: "It's really difficult for me, I have to pick a place to hit you."
Duan Jiu couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up the big stone on the ground, raised it high, and aimed at the back of the dominatrix's head.