Live fortune-telling: I want to reveal the secret

"There are three wonders in the sky, the sun, the moon, and the stars, and the sky is full of ghosts and gods. If there are evil spirits coming, the evil spirits will keep walking... The sky is clear and the earth is spirited. I respect the patriarchs of the three Qings as urgent as a law, order!"

"Ding! The exorcism spell is cooling down, please try again later..."

Yang Fan wanted to use the exorcism spell to save Zhao Lu, but the cold notification sound from the system poured cold water on him.

Exorcism is cooling down!

Yang Fan had used the exorcism spell today to save Qian Ziyi's daughter, and it was not past 12 midnight, so naturally he couldn't use the exorcism spell a second time.

"Chairman, help me... woo woo..."

The sound of Zhao Lu's crying reached Yang Fan's ears again. Her eyes were full of tears, her face was pale and trembling, she looked like a frightened little mouse.

"Xiaoyu, is there any way you can kill this ghost directly without hurting Zhao Lu?" Yang Fan turned to look at Nie Xiaoyu who was floating behind him.

"Whoosh!"

Nie Xiaoyu didn't answer Yang Fan's question, but slowly landed from midair, stepped on the floor lightly with both feet, and stared straight at Zhao Lu.

"Crack! Kaka!"

Under Yang Fan's stunned eyes, Nie Xiaoyu's hair shrunk slowly, and finally turned into a long braid, which was strangled tightly around Zhao Lu's neck.

"Xiao Yu..." Yang Fan couldn't help but let out a soft breath.

"Shh!"

Nie Xiaoyu turned her head slowly and looked at Yang Fan with a blank look, but her braids did not let go of Zhao Lu, instead they became tighter and tighter.

"Dong... chairman... save... save... me..."

Zhao Lu seemed to be out of breath. After she finished speaking intermittently, she couldn't help opening her mouth wide, stretching out her tongue, trying to breathe, which seemed quite uncomfortable.

Yang Fan fell silent. He really wanted to stop Nie Xiaoyu, but he was worried that Zhao Lu would not be rescued in time, and his soul would be eroded by this hanged ghost instead.

For the current plan, I can only trust Nie Xiaoyu, because Yang Fan can't think of other good ways!

"Crack! Kaka!"

As Nie Xiaoyu's braid got tighter and tighter, Zhao Lu's face was flushed from being suppressed, her eyes were about to pop out, and her tongue was sticking out so long.

It wasn't until this moment that Yang Fan discovered to his surprise that Zhao Lu's tongue seemed to be longer than the average person, and he could easily lick his chin.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

With the passage of time, Zhao Lu's eyes have begun to turn white, and her lips have also turned black and blue. It seems that she may be strangled to death at any time.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan couldn't help clenching his fists, his palms were covered with sweat, and his face was full of worried expressions.

"Yeah!"

Suddenly, a sharp ghostly cry came from Nie Xiaoyu's mouth, and Yang Fan was startled.

However, when Yang Fan looked at Zhao Lu again, he found a wisp of black smoke coming out of her head, and shot towards a certain corner of the living room at an extremely fast speed.

This ghost was forced out?

Yang Fan's eyes just flashed a bright light, and the next second, Nie Xiaoyu's hair suddenly fell apart, and then shot towards the direction where the ghost was fleeing with lightning speed.

"Pfft!"

After a soft sound, Nie Xiaoyu's hair seemed to be stuck in something, and then, the long hair slowly retracted, and a blood-red hemp rope was pulled out from the corner.

This blood-red hemp rope is the one that was wrapped around Yang Fan's neck just now. After Nie Xiaoyu appeared, this hemp rope was also casually thrown in the corner by Yang Fan.

Unexpectedly, this hanged ghost would get into the hemp rope, it seems that this hemp rope is its sojourn!
"Gulu! Gulu! Gulu..."

Although he didn't get Yang Fan's order, Nie Xiaoyu frantically devoured the ghost energy on the hemp rope as if he had activated his instinct.

"Yeah ah..."

A series of sharp screams came from the hemp rope, which made Yang Fan's scalp tingle, but he didn't stop Nie Xiaoyu from eating.

While Nie Xiaoyu was devouring the hanged ghost, Yang Fan walked quickly to Zhao Lu's side, and then carefully checked her physical condition.

"Cough! Cough cough..."

Zhao Lu has been holding her neck and coughing. Although her face is still pale, her breathing and heartbeat are slowly returning to normal levels.

Perhaps seeing Yang Fan approaching, Zhao Lu suddenly had a sore nose and red eyes, and then threw herself into Yang Fan's arms and sobbed softly.

"Uh..." Yang Fan could only hug Zhao Lu in embarrassment, patted her on the back with both hands, and coaxed her in a low voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, brother will buy you candy later, be good !"

"Pfft!"

As if amused by Yang Fan's words, Zhao Lu, who was still crying just now, couldn't help bursting into laughter the next second.

Just at this moment, Nie Xiaoyu had finished eating, and the blood-red hemp rope also turned off-white, and broke into four or five pieces, before finally falling lightly to the ground.

"Shh!"

I saw Yang Fan couldn't help but glanced at Nie Xiaoyu, he didn't know if he didn't see it, but he was startled when he saw that the dress on Nie Xiaoyu turned completely blood red!

The shoulders, collar, sleeves, skirt, front, back... all turned blood red, and there was no trace of white anymore!
Has Nie Xiaoyu evolved into a ghost king?
Why does it feel a little wrong?

Why on Nie Xiaoyu's body, Yang Fan couldn't feel the oppressive feeling unique to the ghost king?
I saw Yang Fan helped Zhao Lu to the bedside, and then let her lie on the bed to rest for a while, then walked up to Nie Xiaoyu, and even circled her several times.

That's right!
Nie Xiaoyu's skirt has all turned blood red, even the threads have turned blood red, logically speaking, she can already evolve into a ghost king, why doesn't she seem to have the aura of a ghost king?
Just when Yang Fan was puzzled, Nie Xiaoyu suddenly made an unexpected move.

"Shh!"

Without any warning, Nie Xiaoyu suddenly pinched the hem of her skirt, and then lifted the skirt directly in front of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously looked down, and then he coughed a series of times, with an embarrassing expression on his face.

Although Nie Xiaoyu's skirt turned blood red, only half of the lace shorts she wore inside were red, and the remaining half was still pure white. It looked like a relative had come.

"Uh...Xiaoyu, without my order, you are not allowed to lift your skirt casually, you understand?" Yang Fan held back his embarrassment, and taught Nie Xiaoyu with a serious face.

"Shh!"

Without any hesitation, Nie Xiaoyu immediately put down the skirt, which also covered the half red and half white lace shorts.

Yang Fan: "..."