Under the moonlight, the sound of the collision was deafening and echoed throughout the abandoned building.
Ning Fan arrived in time and kicked open the glass door of the hall. He then rushed in.
He pulled Tang Rou and dodged the Pen Spirit's sharp claws, retreating to the side. His tiger eyes sparkled in the night.
Seeing this, the bullet comment area exploded again.
"F * ck, it can't be, right? Did someone really go?"
"Who is this guy? Is he really playing the hero saving the damsel in distress?”
"Is this a case of sperm getting to his head? He's giving up his life for a beauty?”
"It's over, it's over. Two of them will die this time. Isn't this looking for trouble?”
"Everyone was just joking. He really went to save her?？”
"If you want to bootlick, then so be it. Is there a need to send your life in?”
"F * ck, do your parents know that you're working so hard for a woman outside?”
The entire screen was filled with mockery.
Most of these taunts came from Tang Rou's followers.
They didn't have the courage to save him, so they could only use mockery to cover up their cowardice.
At this moment, the Pen Spirit raised its sharp claws again and stabbed down fiercely.
The people in front of the screen could not help but shake their heads, thinking that this person was definitely going to die.
However, Ning Fan calmly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a large patch of tattoos. The vivid green yaksha emitted a demonic light.
Immediately, a mass of purple-black gas gushed out from his chest and enveloped his entire arm.
Bang!
The sinister ghostly hand with an awe-inspiring aura collided with the Pen Spirit's sharp claws, and the Yin Qi instantly surged like waves.
The Pen Spirit, who had been imposing just a moment ago, was sent flying by the impact. He crashed into the mottled wall and let out a shrill cry.
This process seemed complicated, but it was only a change in a breath. No one could react in time.
Ning Fan was like a devil god. When he appeared, he instantly stopped the surging black fog.
"Senior, are you alright?"
Tang Rou was already scared out of her wits. Now that she felt safe, she started crying.
She had always believed that there were no ghosts and gods in the world. How could she have expected such an outcome?
"I'm…I'm sorry…"
Tang Rou used her beautiful face to look at him. Her tears surged like a pear blossom covered in rain.
Ning Fan let out a sigh and turned around to protect her. He then looked at the red-robed Pen Spirit who was laughing sinisterly amidst the murderous aura.
"You actually came out to cause chaos in the human world. I think you really don't know how to write the words 'soul dissipating.”
All the teachers and students in the school were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.
What just happened? Was it an illusion?
This guy directly sent the Pen Spirit flying?
" F * ck, Ninth Uncle is alive again?!"
"Can't see his face? Can you please give me a front view!”
"Look, the tattoo on his arm is so scary!”
"A T-shirt for military training…Could it be a freshman?”
"The phone is too slanted, so I can't see it clearly. Can you change the angle?”
The comments in the bullet comment section instantly showed an extreme reversal.
As for Tang Rou's pursuers, they had all started to dive into the water.
At this moment, the Pen Spirit was furious, and the murderous aura around his body was boiling.
In the blink of an eye, the wall of the abandoned building in Jiangbei began to peel off, and dark red blood seeped out from the wall.
The blood was not on the surface of the building, but inside the building. It kept seeping out, as if the blood was flowing out of the building itself.
The Pen Spirit let out a sharp cry and pounced on him.
The dark red veins were like blood vessels, spreading along the entire wall.
It was as if there were countless malicious intentions buried in the concrete that were constantly being released.
Upon seeing this, Ning Fan suddenly pulled up the other sleeve, revealing the red yaksha and pressed it down.
The dazzling red light swept out like a large net, directly covering the Pen Spirit and pressing it onto the floor.
Green ghosts exterminate evil spirits, red ghosts suppress souls, red and green merge into a cage.
But soon, the red-robed evil spirit quickly transformed into black smoke and escaped.
The air was filled with a bone-chilling coldness that instantly enveloped the two of them, as if a cold night had arrived.
Tang Rou grabbed onto Ning Fan's clothes in fear and refused to let go.
She did not know who the person in front of her was, but she knew that this person was here to save her.
If not for him, she might really have died here tonight.
At this moment, a soft sound came from the ceiling of the hall.
The red ghostly shadow directly descended, its ghostly claws as sharp as knives stabbing over, instantly unleashing a wild intent.
"How stubborn!"
Ning Fan swung his arm and bent it like a bow. He slapped the Pen Spirit in the air and sent it flying.
The Bunshinsaba's soul was thrown heavily onto the ground. Immediately, a wave of murderous aura gushed out and rolled like waves.
"Do you have no backbone as a ghost? Why are you so obedient?”
"You're not young anymore. Can't you live for yourself?”
"You're still imitating others to answer questions. Do you think you're a step-by-step computer? Where can I not order?"
"It's been a legend for hundreds of years. Your industry doesn't even know how to be innovative.”
Ning Fan's words were like a loud bell ringing, resounding throughout the abandoned building.
The Pen Spirit lay on the ground and did not try to get up again. The pale and broken ghost face was hidden under the long black hair, making it impossible to see clearly.
Ning Fan took a step forward. A red light flashed in his hand and he grabbed her neck.
"Do you remember how you died? Or do you want others to have the same tragic experience as you?”
"Don't you feel ashamed to be a ghost to this extent?”
"You've existed for so long, but you haven't even obtained the right to reincarnate. What's the use of keeping a trace of your soul?”
"Have you heard of struggling to survive? I'm talking about you, do you understand?"
In an instant, the live broadcast room was silent. Even the pop-up screen stopped rolling.
Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.
Was this person disciplining a ghost? Directly hit his face?
"F * ck, big brother, this is too fierce, right?”
"Even Ninth Uncle doesn't dare to do this. Won't this anger her?”
"I feel the fear of being dominated by my homeroom teacher in high school!”
Amidst the discussion, the Pen Spirit slowly raised its head, and a long blood-red scar appeared under its eye socket.
The bloodstains spread across her cracked face and dripped to the ground, forming a red flower on the floor.
"Is that blood?"
"No, tears!"
" He made the Pen Spirit cry?!"
"F * ck, even novels wouldn't dare to write this, right?”
"Vicious, Cruel Malevolence!"
Ning Fan stared at the terrifying face of the Pen Spirit in the surging evil aura.
"Is there any knot in your heart that you can't resolve? Why did he have to do such despicable things here?”
"Don't you have any self-esteem as a ghost? Can't we do something serious?"
The Pen Spirit let out a low whimper and did not dare to look up at his face.
Only the teardrops that were constantly dripping on the ground bloomed into fiery red spider lilies.
Ning Fan let go of her neck and could not help but sigh.""I'm here to ferry you. Hurry up and get reincarnated.”
As he spoke, he sat down cross-legged in front of the Pen Spirit. He pinched a Rebirth Finger Print and spoke softly.
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