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Chapter 512 Hey, Let’s Go
Yang Fan's words made Qiao Ci'an and Xiao Xiao come to their senses instantly. If this person's life was really linked to the lives of so many people, then even if he didn't die, he would be hurt if the others died.

Why would he do something that would harm others and benefit himself?

Unless he is lying, the lives of those who are forced to wear jewelry have nothing to do with him at all!

Qiao Ci'an looked at He Meigong's soul carefully again. There were countless black lines wrapped around his soul, but if you look closely, you can see that those black lines that continuously transmitted white light and gave him luck were only lightly attached to his soul.

Completely different from the black lines on the sides that seemed to be spreading out from his body.

Qiao Ci'an figured it out. Only the lives of those who did business with him were related to him. Those innocent people who wore jewelry had no connection with his life.

Now she felt relieved.

The pain of broken bones spread throughout his body. He Meigong's face was twisted in pain. He was in pain and fear. This person could actually see this.

But so what? The lives of those who traded with him are still connected to him, and that’s hundreds of lives.

He didn't believe that she dared to kill him like this. The man said: The karma of these people's death will be counted on their heads, not on him.

No practitioner is willing to take so many lives, nor would they dare to do so.

This is why he is most fearless.

He Meigong said proudly, "If you don't believe it, just kill me."

"With so many people accompanying me, it's a good deal!"

Yang Fan snorted coldly, "Then you can go to hell and reunite with them!"

She raised her right hand slightly, and the copper coin sword that was originally in Qiao Ci'an's hand escaped from her control and hung high in the air, with the tip of the sword pointing at He Meigong's heart. With a light tap of her fingertips, the copper coin sword flew towards He Meigong rapidly.

He Meigong didn't expect that she really dared to kill him. He stared blankly at the copper coin sword that was getting closer and closer to him. His mind was blank and he couldn't react at all.

"stop!"

A strange male voice was heard, and then a piece of talisman paper flew in from the window. Just as the copper coin sword was about to pierce He Meigong's head, the talisman paper knocked the copper coin sword off course and it instantly passed through He Meigong's arm.

He Meigong: "Ah!"

Qiao Ci'an and Xiao Xiao both looked towards the living room window at the same time and found that there was suddenly a "Spider-Man" on the window.

Still a bald Spider-Man.

Qiao Ci'an stared at Spider-Man and felt vaguely that he looked familiar, but couldn't remember who he was.

"Friend, please open the window for me." Spider-Man outside the window was grabbing the edge of the window, shouting loudly with a ferocious expression.

"Ancestor..." Xiao Xiao called out softly.

Yang Fan raised his hand and the copper coin sword that was stuck in He Meigong's arm returned to Qiao Ci'an's hand again, then he walked towards the window.

Qiao Ci'an looked at the copper coin sword that had returned to her hand again with a complicated expression. Although she was very happy that her ancestor used her copper coin sword to kill the bad guy, it was her weapon after all. Couldn't she have a little sense of recognition as the master?

How come you just went there as soon as the master waved his hand? You should at least hesitate for a moment.

The copper coin sword suddenly shook, as if it sensed her complaints and reacted with dissatisfaction. The boss's power was too strong, and I couldn't hesitate just because I wanted to!
Okay, okay, I forgive you. Qiao Ci'an shook the copper coin sword, then looked up at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan had already walked to the window. Spider-Man outside looked at her excitedly, "Daoyou, please help me open the window."

"Okay." Yang Fan smiled, held the window handle, and gently pushed it out. The person leaning on the window changed his expression, "Wait..."

Hey, go ahead!

"Pa!" "Ah!"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and men's cries of pain were heard one after another.

He was so busy wanting to get in that he didn't realize that the window was facing outward. "Who threw garbage downstairs again? Do you have any sense of public morality?" Suddenly, an angry female voice came from upstairs, cursing. In the quiet night, her voice was very abrupt.

Xiao Xiao: “…”

Qiao Ci’an: “…”

"...Grandmaster, that man wouldn't have fallen to death, right?" Xiao Xiao said worriedly.

Qiao Ci'an touched his chin with one hand and thought, "That shouldn't be the case. If he's dead, he shouldn't be able to make any sound."

"Then I'm relieved," Xiao Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, "It's quite troublesome to deal with the corpse at night."

Yang Fan, who was closing the window, paused for a moment. Qiao Ci'an turned his head and looked at Xiao Xiao in shock.

Xiao Xiao didn't understand what was going on. He tilted his head, looking very cute and adorable. "What's wrong, Senior Sister Qiao?"

Qiao Ci'an shook her head, "Nothing."

Although it is a bit cruel, the little junior sister is still cute.

Yang Fan closed the window. He Meigong was seriously injured and he couldn't run away even if he could.

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Meanwhile, the men he had traded with in various places felt his pain.

The birth, aging, sickness and death of those people whose fate is linked to his will not affect him, but they can feel his birth, aging, sickness and death, and all the physical pain caused.

For example, Yao Wanyong, who is detained in the NC City Police Station, is being held in an interrogation room.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his body as if he had been punched hard. He curled up in pain with a ferocious expression.

Then he felt a pain in his back, and after a while he felt his shoulder was broken, and one of his arms felt like it was stabbed by a red-hot knife, it was painful and hot.

He struggled wildly in the chair and screamed in pain.

"It hurts! Help me!"

He was the only one in the interrogation room, and Yan Bin and the others watched his strange behavior through the surveillance screen.

Feng Kaile looked at Yao Wanyong, who was frantically asking for help, with a puzzled look on his face, "What happened to him?"

"He was bitten back." The speaker was a bald middle-aged man standing in the middle, wearing black new Chinese style.

Feng Kaile: "Backlash?"

Yan Bin looked at the middle-aged man who was speaking, frowning, "What does this mean?"

"The man who sold him the stuff used witchcraft to bind their lives together," the middle-aged man was accompanied by a young monk wearing a monk's robe, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

He explained, "If that person is injured or dead, then he will be injured or dead as well."

Feng Kaile suddenly realized, "That person must be being dealt with by Master Yang now!"

Master Yang, well done! This kind of person should be severely beaten!
"It shouldn't be the Master Yang you mentioned," the little monk said, "it should be our colleague."

Feng Kaile asked back, "How do you know it's not?"

The little monk looked at him seriously, "Didn't you say that Master Yang is in Shangrao? That man is in the north, thousands of miles away. How can she beat him now?"

It should be impossible for that master to teleport there in such a short time. None of the current cultivators have the ability to transfer through space.

Moreover, their colleagues have already found the neighborhood where the man lives, and they are definitely the ones catching him now.

Feng Kaile reacted, "So that's how it is. I didn't expect that at all."

Master Yang said that if we were to go look for that man tonight, we should take the last flight and he should still be on the way at this point.