Big man

After Fan Ying's order was issued, the vague black shadow of a young child did not follow the order without saying anything as before, but stood there blankly, facing Fan Ying, without any movement. .

"Yang Tong..."

Fan Ying was taken aback and exclaimed.

Originally, Yuan Chengzi, who had already made a formula secretly, was also startled when he was about to do it, and he kept his eyes on the vague shadow of the child, his face full of surprise.Yuan Chengzi is not a head-down master, but as the real abbot of Yuyang Temple, he has lived in Nanyang for a long time, and he is very familiar with the ghosts raised by the head-down master.

Obviously, something happened to Fan Ying, a ghost.

Two faint red rays of light gradually appeared on the eyes of Yangtong's head and face.Yang Tong looks like a four or five year old child, but his facial features are very vague, it's just a feeling.But these two faint red glows are like the finishing touch, making the black shadow suddenly lively, even in the daytime, it is still full of a strange feeling.

"Yang Tong!"

Fan Ying spat out another mouthful of blood, and the sound of chanting a curse suddenly became urgent.

The red light in Yin Gui's eyes, which was gradually brightening, began to dim again amidst the sound of the incantation.

Xiao Fan snorted lightly, pinched the formula with his right hand, and pointed forward with the second finger in the middle of the food, a thick mana suddenly penetrated into the Yin Gui's body, and the red light that had just become somewhat dim, became brighter and shinier again , Yin Gui suddenly turned around and stared at Fan Ying.

Fan Ying only felt a chill rise from the tailbone, and spread all over the body in an instant, the sound of chanting the incantation stopped abruptly, looked at Xiao Fan in surprise and anger, and roared: "Who are you? What did you do with your hands and feet?"

"Your servant?"

Xiao Fan just laughed, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Fan, I'm afraid this little guy is no longer your servant, he only listens to me now."

"Impossible! It's impossible!"

Fan Ying was startled for a moment, and then he yelled, the veins on his neck burst out, and his eyes were wide open.In Luojia City, although Fan Ying is not a gentleman known for his elegant demeanor, he is also a master of status. He wears suits and leather shoes on weekdays and is quite dignified.At this time, under the desperation, the ferocious truth was revealed immediately.

"everything is possible!"

Xiao Fan said indifferently, and then made a formula with his left hand, and read out a series of obscure spells from his mouth, with the middle and middle fingers of his right hand pointing like a halberd, and pointing forward, another forceful force of mana penetrated into Yang Tong's body.

Yangtong's eyes glowed red, and a miniature chaotic pattern faintly appeared.

Fan Ying's hair stood on end, and instinctively felt that some unpredictable crisis was imminent. He couldn't care about anything else at the moment, the breath surged in his dantian, and he shouted: "Yin boy, come out quickly..."

The master of the lower head raises ghosts one by one, with one yin and one yang.But among a pair of ghosts, there is always one who is the master and the other is the assistant.The pair of yin ghosts raised by Fan Ying are dominated by the yang boy and supplemented by the yin boy.All activities such as inquiring about news, falling and lowering the head, etc., were all done by Yangtong alone, while Yintong was stored in the magic weapon, and he didn't go out on weekdays, but was only with Yangtong.

At this moment, Yang Tong seemed to be going against his master, Fan Ying wanted to summon Yin Tong out in desperation, and let him stop Yang Tong's "crazy actions".

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Before Yintong could react, a black shadow flashed, and Yangtong, whose red eyes were shining, pounced towards Fan Ying, bringing with him a chilly wind, which was extremely strange.

Fan Ying screamed, terrified.

In Nanyang, head-down masters are highly respected, but at the same time it is also a "high-risk occupation" that can die well. There are not many head-down masters who have died, and many head-down masters have died tragically.Generally speaking, either the death was due to the mutual fighting between the heads-down masters, or accidents occurred during cultivation.Death by the backlash of the ghosts raised by one's own is the most common practice accident.

For any experienced head-subduing master, ghost storage is an indispensable spell.However, once you start accumulating ghosts, it is tantamount to embarking on a road of no return.The ghost raised by the head-down master is like a whip, whipping the head-down master forward.With the passage of time, the ability of the ghost will become stronger day by day. If the improvement of the master's own mana cannot keep up with the growth rate of the ghost's ability, he may be backlashed by the ghost at any time.

But the more powerful the ghosts that are raised, the stronger the head-down master's ability.Therefore, there are quite a few masters who lower their heads, knowing that there is a great danger of backlash from Yin ghosts, they desperately use various methods to enhance their ability to raise Yin ghosts, and in turn force themselves to immerse themselves in hard work and deepen their skills.

Fan Ying knows how powerful it is, and has been carefully controlling the speed of Yin Gui's "growth" over the past few years, so as not to let Yin Gui escape her control.For the parents of the Fan family, Fan Ying's biggest goal in this life is not to become a great head-subduing master admired by everyone, but to become the richest Chinese in Luojia City and even the entire Denman country. The richest man in Chinese and even the richest man in Chinese in the world.

That is the ultimate throne that Fan Ying is fighting for.

The head lowering technique was just a means for him to protect himself.

Fan Ying never imagined that there would be a day when she would be backlashed by ghosts!

If it is said that there is a chance for the loser to survive the fight between the head-down masters, then being bitten back by the ghosts he raised is [-]% certain to die, and there is no fluke at all.

Even though Fan Ying was always calm, she couldn't help but her heart was torn apart at this moment, and she couldn't help shaking completely, like a fallen leaf in the wind.

"No, don't, spare my life, spare my life..."

Fan Ying couldn't care about her demeanor or her status anymore, she yelled hysterically, her face was as pale as paper, her whole body was dripping with sweat, and she was drenched from head to toe in an instant.If it wasn't for his arms being firmly held down by two Taoist priests, who couldn't move at all, Fan Ying would have kowtowed involuntarily, begging for mercy.

"what……"

However, all begging for mercy was useless, Yang Tong got into his body without hindrance.

Fan Ying only felt a bone-piercing cold spread to all limbs and bones in an instant, as if from the coldness of eighteen layers of hell. In the blink of an eye, the blood all over his body seemed to freeze, from head to toe, every inch of muscle and every bone They were so frozen that it was difficult for them to even lift a little finger.

The only thing that can move is his mouth.

But the scream that came out sounded so horrifying that it completely changed the tone.

Fan Ying kept chanting mantras, but it had no effect at all. The Yin-Yang Ertong, who used to be very obedient, was completely out of his control now, and ignored his mantras.Fan Ying could clearly sense that the two ghosts were devouring his essence and blood.

Of course, this is just a feeling.

The so-called ghost backlash or "ghost drop" in the head drop technique actually devours a person's soul and aura, not the real flesh and blood.Only in this way, it is even more terrifying.

The true feeling of "man is a knife and I am a fish" can make the strongest person collapse in an instant.

In a sense, Fan Ying is already considered a hero, at least he has the potential to become a hero.However, in the face of this completely irresistible devouring of the soul, even as strong as Fan Ying, he collapsed immediately.

"Fan Le, Fan Le, help... I know I'm sorry for you, I'd rather give you back all my property, all of it, it's all yours, it's all yours... Help, save me..."

Fan Ying wailed and begged Fan Le for mercy.

"Where is Fan Ling?"

Fan Le asked coldly, without any emotion.

"At home, at home... She's fine, really, nothing happened, I promise... Lin Chengduo, hurry up, call home and ask them to release Fan Ling, hurry up..."

Fan Ying yelled repeatedly.

It's a pity that Manager Lin really didn't give Mr. Fan a face, he was already paralyzed from fright, lying there, not daring to move.At this moment, how could he carry out Fan Ying's order?

It is obvious that Fan Ying is already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river-it is hard to protect herself!

Ji Qingsha smiled lightly, and said, "Fan Ying, I thought you were a smart person. Now that you've reached this point, you still want to be tipped off? Do you think you still have a chance to come back?"

"No, no, Miss Sha, ah no, it's Miss Ji...Miss Ji, I absolutely didn't mean that, really, I definitely didn't want to tip off...Ahhh...Please forgive me, please forgive me..."

Fan Ying gritted his teeth, his pale face turned iron blue, his forehead was no longer sweating profusely, but a layer of snow-white frost was floating on his forehead, the bone-piercing cold really wanted to freeze him into an icicle up.

"stop!"

Xiao Fan flicked the fingers of his right hand, and a burst of mana flew into Fan Ying's body.

The two ghosts, who were devouring Fan Ying's soul energy, seemed to have received some kind of order, and the devouring stopped abruptly.

Fan Ying's torment also came to an abrupt end, and she breathed a long sigh of relief, her whole body became limp, as if her energy and spirit had been swallowed up by ghosts, if she hadn't been held up by two Taoist priests, she would have died a long time ago. Limp on the ground.

For a while, the tea room became extremely quiet, and a needle could be heard.

"Mr. Fan, I believe you are a smart man. Now, can we have a good talk?"

After a while, Xiao Fan's soft voice sounded slowly.

But in a short while, the bone-piercing chill in Fan Ying's body disappeared without a trace, and a trace of blood returned to her face. Hearing this, she raised her head, looked at Xiao Fan, smiled wryly, and said: " Winners and losers, even if I don't want to talk about it, I'm afraid I can't help it, right?"

Xiao Fan smiled slightly, sat down slowly, picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and said calmly: "That's right, so Mr. Fan is a smart man."

"Mr. Fan, you have two choices now. First, cooperate with us. Then, Mr. Fan can not only save his life, but also keep part of his property. I can promise you on behalf of Fan Le, as long as you act according to our orders." , After the matter is completed, you will share one-third of the Fan family's property. As for the second choice, I believe Mr. Fan already knows it very well, so I don't need to say more. "

"Mr. Fan, my time is precious, so you have no room for hesitation, either live or die!"

"Please make a decision immediately!" (To be continued.)