Zhan Beng Dao is an evil person as a human being, but he cannot become a good ghost as a ghost.
With murderous intentions in mind, Zhan Beng Dao immediately prepared to take action.
I saw the ghostly aura lingering on Zhan Beng Dao's fist, and a straight punch hit Jiang Fan's abdomen.
Jiang Fan attached spiritual power to his fists and feet, turned sideways to avoid the straight punch, and then used the starting position of Tai Chi to make a fist like a pestle, his left hand bent like a mortar, and his right fist landed in the heart of his left hand.
Like a stone pestle pounding a hammer.
While using the palm of his left hand to hold the elbow of the Zhan Beng Dao open, Jiang Fan turned over and carried the hammer, swinging his right arm, and struck the Zhan Beng Dao's face with his right elbow.
With a muffled sound of "bang", Zhan Beng Dao was hit with a dent in his face, and flew backwards on his back. His body hit the corner of the wall and bent into a C shape.
Jiang Fan's fists and feet are filled with spiritual power and can touch spiritual bodies.
In front of Jiang Fan, Zhan Beng Dao was no different from ordinary people.
If we have to talk about the difference, it is probably that the Zhan Beng Dao is more resistant to beatings. For ordinary people, Jiang Fan's back hammer just now was at least a severe concussion, and the body hit the wall and the vertebrae were exercised. Even if he died, he would be paralyzed at a high position.
But Zhan Beng Dao just screamed a few times, got up, shook his body, made a sound of bones shifting, and then returned to his original state.
"Oh, this kid hit me hard twice, until my bones almost fell apart!"
Zhan Beng Dao, who was holding his waist with one hand and the wall with the other, felt that he was careless and did not dodge. At the same time, he became even more wary of Jiang Fan.
At this moment, Zhan Beng Dao knew that he had kicked an iron plate.
Jiang Fan spread his hands: "You just wanted to kill me, right? This is just right. I'll beat you to death later, so I won't feel sorry for you."
If this old ghost just wants to scare people, Jiang Fan really can't be cruel.
After all, beating ghosts to pieces at will will damage your moral character.
But since the other party was determined to kill him, Jiang Fan naturally no longer had to pretend to be a gentleman.
"Hey, hey, hey, young man, calm down."
Upon hearing that Jiang Fan was going to beat him to pieces, Zhan Beng Dao was immediately frightened.
Because through the brief exchange just now, Zhan Bengdao knew that the opponent had this ability.
"I was just joking with you, there's no need to shout and kill."
"Are you kidding me? So what if you hit the woman just now?"
Jiang Fan clenched his fists and said.
"Hitting a woman?"
Zhan Beng Dao was stunned for a moment, does it count to hit a woman?
"Youdao is that it is difficult for an upright official to deal with household chores. I like to beat my wife, but the problem is that she is willing to let me beat her."
"If she doesn't let me hit her, she won't be able to eat. If I don't hit her, I won't be able to eat."
"Those who hit will love, and those who love will hit more. Madam, am I right?"
"Are you convinced?"
With that said, the powerful Zhan Beng Dao was slapped a few more times at the female ghost Xiaojuan.
"Impressed!"
Xiaojuan didn't dare to talk back, so she had no choice but to give in.
"That's enough."
"You are really a scumbag, no, you are a ghost scumbag."
Jiang Fan pointed at the unyielding Zhan Beng Dao: "Platinum Star!"
The next moment, the platinum star flashed and came to Zhan Beng Dao.
"What the hell is this?"
As soon as this idea came into Zhan Beng Dao's mind, he heard the cry of "Eula".
Along with "Eule" comes the Platinum Star like an iron fist of a violent storm.
"Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola..."
I saw fist shadows flying around, Zhan Beng Dao being knocked into the air by Platinum Star's fist, and thousands of fist marks appeared on his body in the blink of an eye.
But this time Platinum Star did not kill him, he just beat Zhan Beng Dao half to death and hung it on the wall like a picture scroll.
Jiang Fan came to Zhan Beng Dao: "Are you convinced now?"
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced wholeheartedly, even my voice is convinced!"
Zhan Beng Dao knelt in front of Jiang Fan like he was pushing a mountain of gold over a jade pillar, and kept kowtowing.
Jiang Fan kicked Zhan Beng Dao in the face and kicked it back against the wall.
"Ouch!"
"I've already accepted it, why do you still want to beat me?"
Zhan Beng Dao felt extremely aggrieved. He had been a ghost for so many years, but he had never suffered such humiliation!
"Because you still don't accept the way you look."
Jiang Fan made a random excuse.
The reason why he didn't just beat Zhan Beng Dao to pieces was that Jiang Fan wanted to take a long-term approach to catch big fish.
After all, he is an old ghost who has lived for hundreds of years, so he might recognize other serious ghosts or evil ghosts.
Seeing Zhan Beng Dao's dissatisfied appearance, he will definitely call his friends.
Wouldn't it be beautiful to catch them all in one fell swoop?
Jiang Fan didn't pay attention to the hatred deep in Zhan Beng Dao's eyes, and said coldly: "Get out of here right now."
"Is it okay if I take a few clothes with me before leaving?" Zhan Beng Dao asked tentatively.
Jiang Fan slapped Zhan Beng Dao's head with his backhand, spinning him twice: "I said immediately, don't you understand human language?"
Zhan Beng Dao struggled to move his head upright and said aggrievedly: "Then I will take my wife and go, okay?"
"Platinum Star!"
Jiang Fan summoned the Platinum Star that had just disappeared.
"Hey, you, my grandmother, I don't want my wife anymore!"
When he saw the fierce god of Platinum Star, Zhan Beng Dao was so frightened that he rolled and crawled through the wall and ran away.
"Ms. sir! Mr. sir!"
When Xiaojuan saw Zhan Beng Dao running away, she wanted to follow him.
Zhang Xiaoling stopped her: "Hey, it's okay if you don't want this kind of husband."
Xiaojuan heard this, lowered her head and said: "Although he is ugly, has a loud voice, loves to curse, has smelly feet, has a long beard, has a low personality, and often beats me, there is really no good for him."
"But if I don't follow him, I will be unchaste, unrighteous, and unruly..."
Hearing Xiaojuan's words, Zhang Xiaoling advised: "You are foolish, loyal and innocent. You blindly adhere to women's ways and just stick to the rules."
Then Zhang Xiaoling looked at Jiang Fan: "Afan, did you strike too hard just now?"
"This old ghost is a tall man who bullies women. He should be beaten."
Jiang Fan said seriously: "I look down on men who disrespect women the most. If you think what I did is wrong, I have nothing to say."
Zhang Xiaoling hurriedly said: "How could it be? You were so manly just now, but that Zhan Beng Dao went too far."
At this moment, the sound of the cutting blade came from afar.
"Smelly bitch, you think you have found a backer. Let's wait and see. There is also that stinky boy and bitch. I will come back to take revenge on you. I will definitely cut you into pieces..."
"Eula!"
The Platinum Star flashed, and with a heavy punch, the Zhan Beng Dao who spoke harsh words in the yard flew away, like a stream of light piercing the night sky.
Jiang Fan looked at Xiaojuan: "You also heard that this guy is a complete scumbag. You should make up your mind as soon as possible and break up with him."
Xiaojuan, who was abandoned by Zhan Beng Dao, received a big blow and said aggrievedly: "Young Master is right, but now I am all alone here, and I don't know how to live in the future? I feel that I am very upset now."
, up and down."
Xiaojuan was a little sad: "I have been dead for more than a hundred years, and the underworld has never let me do anything about the bridge, drink Meng Po soup, and be reincarnated as a human being. I don't know why. I am really suffering!"
Zhang Xiaoling looked at Xiaojuan and said: "Humans have a yang lifespan, and ghosts have a yin lifespan. Judging from your ghost appearance, the heaven is full and the three roots are thick. It seems that your yin lifespan is at least more than a hundred years."
"ah!"
When Xiaojuan heard that she would be a ghost for more than a hundred years, her heart was filled with despair and she couldn't help but hide her face and cry.
Jiang Fan said: "You don't have to worry. You can stay here in the future. At least you will have three meals. You can just tidy up the room."
Raising a female ghost is nothing to Jiang Fan.
With only three sticks of incense a day, Xiaojuan can take care of the housework, which is equivalent to hiring a nanny for free. It is definitely not a loss. This chapter has been completed!