A violent coughing sound came, Yang Song's body was shaken, and the bed shook twice.
"Yes, is it Jiande?" Yang Song turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the door. His cloudy eyes were trying to open wide, as if he wanted to see things clearly in the darkness. His voice was hoarse and very weak, "Why?
I know my father's health well, and I'm afraid... I'm afraid that time is running out. Ahem, you don't have to go find anyone to check on me anymore... I'm just a little worried about my father..."
Lin Fan stepped forward and said in a relaxed tone: "Old man, don't think too much. Now that I'm here, I won't let you die. It won't be a problem to live for another twenty years."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a kerosene lamp placed on the table suddenly lit up.
The weak orange candle flame brought some light to the dark room.
"You, you are?"
Yang Song looked at the strange young man beside the bed and asked doubtfully.
"The person who saved you."
Lin Fan said lightly, then turned around, looked at the open space in the room with lightning eyes, and shouted in a low voice: "You guys who hide their heads and show their tails, don't show up yet!"
"Jiejiejie..."
An eerie laughter suddenly sounded from the dark room.
Immediately, a human-shaped black mist as black as ink appeared in the open space, slowly floating at a height of more than 30 centimeters above the ground. It had no face and no facial features. It could only be vaguely seen as a human figure, and the head could barely be distinguished.
, torso and limbs, if an ordinary person saw this dignity, they would be scared to death.
You don’t even need makeup to star in a thriller.
And as the black mist appeared, a sinister wind suddenly blew in the room, as if there were countless ghosts crying, roaring, and roaring, and the eerie atmosphere suddenly rose.
The flame of the kerosene lamp danced crazily, like a small boat in the vast ocean, and seemed to be extinguished in the next moment.
But the strange thing is that the little flame never goes out.
Very strong.
"Huh?"
This actually made Heiwu a little confused, and he let out a sound of surprise.
The most shocked person was Yang Song. The old man stared at the black fog with his eyes wide open. His turbid eyes were full of horror, and he exclaimed: "What, what is this!"
He has been living here, but he has never noticed that there is another existence in this house, which made Yang Song's scalp numb at that time.
Although Yang Song didn't know the black mist, he could still feel the evil and gloomy aura after the black mist appeared. This was enough to show that the black mist in front of him was not a good thing.
Lin Fan said calmly: "This is where your illness lies. Just watch it quietly."
Hearing this, although Yang Song was still extremely uneasy inside, he stopped talking. He just clenched his fists and stared at the black mist.
The black mist was not afraid of Lin Fan at all. He leaned forward slightly and floated in front of Lin Fan. He seemed to be looking Lin Fan up and down. After a moment, a sinister and hoarse voice came from the black mist: "Who is this master, fellow Taoist?"
, it’s not easy to be able to see through my existence.”
This ghost cultivator was actually praising Lin Fan.
Of course, there is no telling whether there is some truth or falsehood in these words.
Lin Fan looked calm and did not pay attention to this ghost cultivator at all. He said calmly: "Without further nonsense, I will give you ten breaths to leave immediately and you will not be allowed to set foot in the Xia Kingdom from now on. I think your cultivation is not easy, so you can
Let me give you a break, otherwise..."
There is no doubt that judging by normal values, ghost cultivators are evil. The higher the level of a ghost cultivator, the more people will die at his hands. Everyone who is a righteous person can kill him.
But Lin Fan is not affected by this secular concept. In his opinion, there is no absolute distinction between good and evil among cultivators. Whether they are ancient warriors, zombies, ghost cultivators, vampires, etc., they are all the same.
, it’s just that they take different paths and practice different methods. Lin Fan is not a savior, so naturally he won’t clean them up with a strong sense of justice.
Of course, if they didn't open their eyes and provoked Lin Fan, they would only be seeking death themselves and would not be able to blame Lin Fan.
For example, the zombie Fu Wuya who has been cultivating for hundreds of years, the vampire clan with thousands of years of foundation, and the thousand-year-old demon Jiudun Tongzi from the Dwarf Kingdom, if they had not committed suicide to provoke Lin Fan, they would still be alive and well now.
Yang Song's current situation is caused by this ghost cultivator eating away at his soul. As long as the ghost cultivator leaves and Yang Song is given some medicine to strengthen his body and strengthen his body, he will soon be back to his original state.
So Lin Fan spoke out to expel the ghost cultivator and told him not to enter the Xia Kingdom. As for other places, Lin Fan didn't bother to care.
"Jie Jie..." Heiwu trembled slightly and let out a sinister laugh, saying: "You should tell me, otherwise how will you treat me?"
Lin Fan's eyes narrowed and he said coldly: "Otherwise, you will die!"
As soon as he said these words, an extremely strong momentum suddenly rose from Lin Fan's body.
Black mist surged on Heimu's face, as if he was angry.
He didn't expect Lin Fan to be so arrogant. Although Lin Fan's momentum gave Black Mist a strong sense of oppression, he had practiced for hundreds of years to reach his current state, so naturally he was not a good person. He said calmly: "Boy
, you have such a loud tone!”
"I have been practicing for hundreds of years and have met countless powerful people, but this is the first time that I am as arrogant as you!"
"I just don't know if you can still be so arrogant after I swallow your soul!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the space in the house seemed to be filled with faint ripples of evil energy.
One after another, they were rushing towards Lin Fan, but when they were still half a meter away from Lin Fan, they couldn't make any progress, and seemed to be isolated by a transparent barrier.
Lin Fan had a strong inner energy around him, and it was difficult for ordinary evil energy to get close to him. He smiled calmly and said slowly: "You are just a golden elixir ghost cultivator. I don't know where you got the confidence to actually say that you will swallow my soul.
I’m not afraid of holding you to death.”
This is not a lie.
With the power of Lin Fan's soul, if the black mist really swallowed his soul without hesitation, he would immediately explode and die.
It's like blowing up a balloon.
I simply can't bear it.
But Heiwu felt that his majesty was being challenged, and became angry: "Merely? Boy, you are really not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf."
"It must be said that you are truly gifted to be able to form a golden elixir at your age, but you have to know that even if you are both a golden elixir, there are strengths and weaknesses."
"I am an extremely powerful ghost cultivator. I am invincible at the same level. I can fight even if I am above the level!"
"Originally, I see that you are quite capable, and I don't want to provoke an enemy for nothing. But since you are so rude, don't blame me."
"Give me your soul!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist suddenly became extremely ferocious, and the black mist all over his body surged crazily. The howling wind in the house became louder, and a cold and forbidding feeling filled the entire house.
Immediately afterwards, Hei Wu reached out and made a move, and a black mist suddenly surged out from his body and turned into a black python. Its mouth opened wide and it attacked Lin Fan.
At the same time, a sinister and evil aura also hit his face.