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Chapter 18 Puppet ([-])
"You don't care who it is." Yan Shuyuan is not as good-tempered as I am.

Go straight up and kick Zhang Qiang to the ground.

"What are you going to do! If you kill me, you won't be able to escape!" Zhang Qiang fell to the ground, moving his elbows a little bit back, his face full of fear.

"Let me ask you, did you go to the roof of the teaching building today?"

"The roof? I didn't go to the roof? Today Wang Xuefei said she was waiting for me on the roof, but I didn't go?"

It turned out that the girl who jumped off the building this morning was called Wang Xuefei.

I've heard people say that Wang Xuefei is a good girl, good-looking and good grades, and a real school belle.

"What's the relationship between you and Wang Xuefei and Xiao Qingqing?" I still couldn't hold back and asked this stupid question.

"Of course, of course it's a relationship between you and me, why? Another one complaining for Xiao Qingqing?"

"What a beast." I stopped Yan Shuyuan just as he raised his fist.

After all, if something went wrong, it was a big deal.

"Where is Pan Yun?"

"Pan Yun? Who is it? I don't know him." Zhang Qiang was obviously lying, but he looked straight into my eyes very confidently.

"Do you know that you are going to die?" After Yan Shuyuan said this, he squeezed the hand that hit the person just now, and then sat down on the stool brought by the bodyguard.

"What? How is it possible? Hahaha, you are lying!" Zhang Qiang laughed, how could he believe Yan Shuyuan's words.

"How to say?" But I knew that although this sentence was addressed to Zhang Qiang, it was telling me.

"How is your control over the yin and yang eyes now?"

"Retract freely." I was too tired during this time, and I didn't even open my yin and yang eyes.

"Then look at him."

At this time, I saw that Zhang Qiang's soul on the ground was completely covered by black air, and his own, living Yang soul was so faint that he could barely see the trace of red.

"How could this be?" I asked, frowning.

He is indeed dying.

When the sun soul is completely occupied by the black energy, it is the time for his death.

In fact, some clues can be seen from the naked eye.

When I saw Zhang Qiang last time, he didn't seem to be that thin. This time, I can see that he is so thin that only a piece of skin is left. I can't even hold up my own clothes. You can see how weak he really is.

And when we entered the door, we could see that his feet were swollen, he had no strength at all, and his face was bloodless.

A lifeless feeling appeared on the whole face.

"I now suspect that Pan Yun is using Zhang Qiang to create evil spirits everywhere for him to devour, and he is still slowly devouring his Yang soul, so he became what he is now."

"What ghost? What are you talking about?" Zhang Qiang couldn't understand what Yan Shuyuan said at all.

"The top priority now is to find Pan Yun." He looked at Zhang Qiang on the ground, maybe he really didn't know where Pan Yun was going, and asked, "Do you have anything about Pan Yun here?"

"I have."

Hearing my voice, Yan Shuyuan, who was asking Zhang Qiang, looked over, "I have Pan Yun's hair here, is it okay?"

"can."

Yan Shuyuan nodded.

I have always wrapped Pan Yun's hair in a tissue and put it in my phone case, and I was careful when I took it out.

"Let's go first." Yan Shuyuan took the tissue and stood up.

Zhang Qiang was abandoned by us in the rental house, and was threatened by Yan Shuyuan's bodyguards when he stayed.

Although he wasn't a shy master, he didn't want to mess with Yan Shuyuan, who seemed to have a lot of background. He was determined to suffer from being dumb.

What I didn't expect was that Yan Shuyuan took me to the cs bar.

The bar lost its night lights and became ordinary.

The woman who told us about Pan Yun last time led us around to a room.

The room is very small, a single-room suite with only twenty or thirty square meters, but it has everything in it, and it looks clean and tidy.

"This is where Pan Yun lives here. Well, I have to catch up on sleep, so you can do what you want." Saying that, she yawned and left.

"What are we doing here?"

"practice."

"???"

It turned out that as long as he had money, Yan Shuyuan could walk freely in the place where Pan Yun lived, let alone get other things that Pan Yun had touched.

However, compared to other things, I still have the best hair.

There is a saying in Taoism that human hair contains human spirit and is the first choice for practice.

A bodyguard in black who followed us brought an empty white bowl and a map of the county seat.

After filling the empty bowl with some water, Yan Shuyuan put the bowl on top of the map, then opened the paper towel, took Pan Yun's hair in his hand, lit it with a lighter, threw the burnt ash into the bowl and stirred it with his fingers.

Then press the bottom of the bowl with your fingers and close your eyes.

Just when I was about to ask, Yan Shuyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and then the bowl in his hand moved slowly, from Nine Street where we were to another area.

After confirming that the bowl did not continue to move, Yan Shuyuan took the handkerchief prepared by the bodyguards and wiped his fingers, "Let's go, go to the place on the map."

Our county is not big, but it is not small either. The place where the bowl stays is a bridge.

It was clear that it was still daytime when we entered the bar, but as soon as we left Pan Yun's room, we found lights lit up all over the bar.

"Yo, are you leaving?"

As soon as I went out, I met the old mother face to face.

"Yes, this is yours. I'll come to you next time I need something." A stack of banknotes was handed over by the bodyguard.

The woman who was counting the money had a happy face, but when she heard the latter sentence, her expression became ugly, "Hey, don't come to me if you have any troubles in the future!"

Yan Shuyuan ignored him, we were in a hurry, and the car had already parked in front of the bar.

Unfortunately, it's rush hour and there are traffic jams everywhere.

Everyone in the traffic jam got angry.

Especially Yan Shuyuan, frowning and kept looking at his watch.

It was finally smooth, and I got off the car with him when we got to the bridge.

This bridge is a very old bridge, at least 20 years old. Because it is not in the center of the city, the government did not send anyone to repair it.

The bridge is made of stones, and now the stones are basically covered with moss, and both ends are also covered by weeds.

The bridge is not long, it is an arch bridge, about five or six meters in length.

There was only one street lamp around the bridge. If it was all illuminated by street lamps, it would be pitch black and nothing could be seen at all.

Now being illuminated by Yan Shuyuan's car lights, everything above and below the bridge has nowhere to hide.

There was no one, not even a ghost.

"Pan Yun ran away."

(End of this chapter)