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Chapter 511: Unsolvable Symbiosis
The light above my head crackled and flickered, and the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, like an ice cave.

He the Matchmaker took out a bamboo flute from somewhere, put it to his lips, and blew out a strange and unpleasant flute sound.

The two people who were still wandering outside the corridor suddenly changed their expressions when they heard the sound of the flute. They quickened their pace and kept running upwards.

"You all stay here!"

The man's pleasant voice, accompanied by the sound of the flute, was bewitching. Qiao Ci'an and Xiao Xiao suddenly felt dizzy.

Yang Fan scratched his ears in disdain, "If you play the flute so badly, don't play it. It's so late at night. It's uncivilized."

He Meigong stopped moving his mouth for a second and continued to play the flute. He looked at Yang Fan in disbelief, shocked that she was not affected by his flute sound.

"Are you surprised? Your flute has no effect on me." Yang Fan sat down on the nearest sofa, crossed his legs, and tapped his fingers in the air. "Go, kill him."

Qiao Ci'an and Xiao Xiao, who were affected by the flute sound, suddenly woke up after hearing Yang Fan's voice. They quickly practiced their skills to resist the attack of the flute sound.

Xiao Xiao clenched his fists and rushed towards He Meigong quickly. He knocked him to the ground with one punch. The flute flew far away. At the same time, the sound of bones breaking and flesh being burned was heard, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

He the Matchmaker looked at Xiao Xiao in disbelief, this kid was actually!

Qiao Ci'an: "Xiao Xiao, get out of the way."

Xiao Xiao immediately dodged to the side, and Qiao Ci'an quickly took out the copper coin sword, pinched a piece of talisman paper between his fingers and drew it across the sword, and the sword body glowed with golden light.

Holding a copper coin sword in his hand, Qiao Ci'an flew in front of He Meigong and was about to kill him with one sword.

"If you kill me, they will die too!" He Meigong shouted loudly.

The sword stabbed hard and stopped less than three centimeters from He Meigong's heart. Qiao Ci'an stared at him intently, "What did you say?"

He the Matchmaker laughed, and he looked fearless. "Everyone who comes to buy jewelry has sold their life to me. As long as I die, they will die with me."

"And those who wore jewelry will die, too. Thousands of lives in total."

The life of such an innocent person was linked to his own, so he didn't believe they would dare to kill him.

Qiao Ci'an's face looked frighteningly ugly, and he clenched the sword but did not stab forward.

She could see people's souls, so naturally she could see that He Meigong's soul was connected to many black threads. Those black threads were connected to other people. On many of them, there were wisps of white light flowing from the outside to the inside, and finally merged into his body.

Those white lights are those innocent people wearing jewelry.

Even if she doesn't care about the lives of the traffickers who buy jewelry, those who are worn by the jewelry are innocent.

Qiao Ci'an turned her head to look at Yang Fan, "Ancestor..." What should I do?

Just as she turned her head, He Meigong, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up and kicked her at a very fast speed. Qiao Ci'an was caught off guard and kicked in the shoulder, but she reacted quickly and stabbed He Meigong with a sword the moment she was kicked.

It barely scratched the opponent's shoulder, but he still let out a miserable cry.

"Damn it, you actually launched a sneak attack!" Qiao Ci'an took a breath and rushed towards He Meigong with a sword in hand.

But the stab missed, and the opponent's figure quickly disappeared from the spot, along with the flute on the ground and the stone statue of the fox at the end of the corridor.

"Gone!" Xiao Xiao widened his eyes and looked around quickly for He Meigong.

"Fuck! Let him run—"

Before Qiao Ci'an could finish her words, a person suddenly fell from the ceiling and hit the coffee table heavily. With a snap, the coffee table broke into several pieces.

The stone statue of the fox fell at Yang Fan's feet.

Xiao Xiao and Qiao Ci'an turned their heads to look at Yang Fan at the same time, and then looked up at the ceiling at the same time.

A golden barrier was suspended on the ceiling.

The two looked at Yang Fan with admiration. They didn't know when Yang Fan set up the barrier.

That’s awesome, Grandmaster!

"Ah!" He Meigong struggled on the ground in pain, spitting out large mouthfuls of black blood. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Yang Fan who was sitting calmly on the sofa, his eyes full of fear. "Who are you?"

Yang Fan looked down at He Meigong, his indifferent eyes were extremely oppressive, "Of course it's someone who came to kill you, why, isn't my intention obvious enough?"

He Meigong: "I have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me?!"

He has always stayed in these remote and underdeveloped towns and has never taken the initiative to provoke the monks. Why would these people attack him?

"I'm going to kill you if I don't like you. Why do I need so many excuses?"

If you don't like him, you'll kill him!
Does this person have any sense at all?

"Ugh!" He the Matchmaker was so angry that he vomited blood.

"You use witchcraft to create things that harm people. Killing you is our way of enforcing justice!"

The moment he finished speaking, the copper coin sword was placed against He Meigong's neck again.

Qiao Ci'an threatened, "If you know better, undo the spell, and we'll consider leaving you with an intact body!"

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He Meigong suddenly laughed crazily, "If you have the guts, just kill me."

"The symbiosis technique I cast has no solution."

Even if you are the king of heaven, you can't do anything to him. There is no solution. As long as he dies, those people will die too.

"you!"

Qiao Ci'an was so angry that she really wanted to stab him to death with a sword, but so many innocent lives were dependent on him, killing him would be tantamount to killing other innocent people.

"Grandmaster, is there any way to solve it?" Xiao Xiao asked Yang Fan.

Yang Fan spread his hands and said, "No solution."

He the Matchmaker was right. The witchcraft he cast was unbreakable, no one could solve it.

Qiao Ci'an: "What should we do? Imprison him first?"

First lock this evil up to prevent him from harming others, and then wait for those who are against him.
"Why imprison him? Just kill him directly."

Yang Fan said calmly, "Keeping such a scourge here will only pollute the air."

"But those people wearing the jewelry are innocent. Should we really kill him like this?" Qiao Ci'an still couldn't bring himself to do it.

He Meigong smiled, his smile full of pride, "Go ahead and kill them. There are so many people buried with me, so I won't lose anything."

He was certain that they could not leave those people alone.

Xiao Xiao clenched her fists again and again. She really wanted to kill the bad guy with one punch, but he was responsible for so many lives, so she couldn't kill him easily.

This feeling is frustrating and helpless.

Looking at the fearless He Matchmaker, Yang Fan suddenly smiled.

The other three looked at her, seemingly not understanding what she was laughing at.

Under the gaze of the three people, Yang Fan stood up and walked in front of He Meigong, looking down at him condescendingly.

"If you're that powerful, why are you hiding in these places like a ditch rat?"

“Why is the product sold only a semi-finished product?”

"People who wear your jewelry will be drained of their luck and become insane, and eventually die alone in a corner where no one knows about them."

Yang Fan's eyes became colder and colder. "Tell me, since your fates are linked, why are you still alive when they are dead?"

Someone stepped heavily on his shoulder, crushing it. With a crackling sound, the room was filled with the sound of broken bones and the man's heart-wrenching cries of pain.