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Chapter 591 You Are All Ghosts

The village chief standing in the front only noticed Yang Fan standing in front of the tiger at this time.

He looked at her carefully, and seeing that her clothes were different from theirs, he thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Hello, are you a monster?"

Quite polite.

The village chief thought that anyone who dared to stand in front of the big tiger must not be an ordinary person, and might be some monster in this mountain.

He had heard before that there were animals in this mountain that had cultivated into monsters and could eat humans. It was terrifying.

The 'person' standing behind him patted him and reminded him in a low voice, "Village Chief, are you a tiger? How can you ask like that!"

The village chief suddenly realized and slapped his head in annoyance. Yes, how could he ask like that? It was too direct.

Others also said, "Village Chief, you can't ask like that. What if you make her angry?"

"A tiger that big can eat several people in one bite!"

How can they just ask a monster directly if it is a monster? If they want to make people angry and eat them, then all of them will have to go see Tai Nai.

They haven't even remembered that they had already met Grandma.

When the little white tiger heard this, he retorted, "I don't eat people."

What is delicious about human food? Only food made by humans and fruits are delicious!

! ! ! ! Holy crap! Holy crap! The big tiger can talk, it must be a monster!
The group of people squeezed even tighter.

The man hiding behind the village chief pushed him and said, "Village chief, why don't you ask him again if he is a god?"

Is this still the time to ask people whether they are monsters or gods?

The village chief was so frightened that he trembled and said tremblingly, "Please... please... are you a god?"

The little white tiger tilted his head and looked at them. He thought these people were quite funny, but also felt a little sorry. They didn't look like bad people, but it was a pity that they all died.

Yang Fan looked at her with pity, and directly exposed the truth, "I am not a god, but you are all ghosts."

Villagers:? ? ?

Huh? They're all ghosts?
"You are already dead."

This sentence was like a switch that opened the valve of memory, and in an instant all the forgotten memories came flooding back.

They are really dead.

They suddenly died on a very ordinary day, and then all of them were trapped in the tree and became real vegetables.

I am conscious but unable to move, day after day, rain and wind blow, with no way to get relief.

Seeing my body right in front of me, but unable to go back into it and live again.

Why are they like this?

Why endure such pain?!

By the way, they remembered that someone had told them that it was a woman named Yang Fan who killed them.

Just now they heard it and called her Yang Fan.

She is Yang Fan who killed them!

Resentment grew, and all the ghosts' faces changed instantly, their eyes full of resentment.

"You're the one who killed us!"

The little white tiger subconsciously moved closer to Yang Fan, and the ghosts' faces suddenly changed, it was really scary.

"Nonsense, you were the ones who tried to kill us first!"

"Yang Fan obviously saved you."

Although it hadn't figured out why they turned into those scary monsters, it could feel that they were in pain on the tree and they wanted to leave the tree.

Yang Fan helped them leave the tree, but these ghosts were not grateful and instead blamed him. This is too much!

"Yang Fan killed us!"

"Kill Yang Fan and get revenge!"

The villagers became increasingly excited and rushed towards Yang Fan frantically. Yang Fan made a sound of "tsk", quickly drew a talisman and threw it out, and all the villagers stopped instantly.

Never force others if you can take action.

Instead of trying to explain it to them, it would be better to just let them know how they died.

She won't take the blame for this.

Yang Fan raised his middle finger to the sky and said, "If you dare to put the blame on me, I will make a scene."

A white cloud floated silently across the sky, as if responding to her.

Under the effect of the talisman paper, all the ghosts knew the truth about their deaths.

It turned out that the formation the master had set up for them was not a fortune-attracting formation, but a soul-binding formation. They were trapped on this mountain by the master.

He turned their bodies into inhuman corpses.

It was Yang Fan who rescued them from the tree.

The villagers looked at their relatives and friends around them. Although they were sad, they were more grateful and relieved because they were finally free.

The village chief brought all the ghosts and Yang Fan to thank her for freeing them.

Yang Fan accepted their apology, called over two ghost messengers to send them away, and explained the situation of these ghosts to them.

The Soul Binding Formation had caused quite a stir in both the Yin and Yang worlds, and the Yin and Yang officials naturally knew about it. After saying thank you to Yang Fan, the two Yin officials took all the ghosts back to the underworld for processing.

Just as the evil spirit left a second ago, Lekong and the other two arrived at the scene.

"Master Yang Fan!" Lekong looked at Yang Fan and the little white tiger beside her with surprise.

When he saw Yang Fan here, he instantly knew why the resentment here suddenly disappeared.

Taoist Master Fan clapped his hands excitedly, "I told you I didn't hear it wrong!"

After the excitement, he was somewhat shocked by the size of the white tiger. "Oh my god, this tiger is really big!"

This was the biggest tiger he had ever seen in his life.

And this tiger doesn't seem to be an ordinary tiger.

Hearing someone praising him, the little white tiger raised his chin proudly. Humph, it, Lord White Tiger, is the biggest and most powerful!
The other two also noticed at a glance that this tiger was unusual.

However, compared to the tiger, their attention was all on Yang Fan.

This was the first time that Taoist Wuxu met Yang Fan. According to rumors, the stationmaster of Huangquan Station was a Japanese devil who would destroy the world.

He heard from other Taoist friends that Grandmaster Yang Fan was very powerful. He could draw talismans in the air and use the long-lost technique of using talismans to form formations in the Sanqing Palace. The talismans he drew casually were of the best quality.

All the rumors about her seemed like false rumors.

She was wearing a simple sweatshirt vest, pretty without any makeup, her hair was tied up high, her expression was calm, and her eyes were clear and bright.

There is no aggressiveness at all, and it is hard to tell how much her cultivation is. She looks like a college student who is still in school.

But the simpler it was, the more Taoist Wuxu felt that this person was unfathomable and very dangerous.

He was looking at Yang Fan, and Yang Fan was also looking at them. There were two Taoists and a monk, and their cultivation was mediocre.

Taoist Master Fan was a little slow to react before he remembered the Grandmaster Yang Fan whom Kong had called out to.

Grandmaster Yang Fan, could this be the powerful grandmaster?
Taoist Master Fan looked at Lekong in surprise, "Grandmaster Yang Fan, is this the Grandmaster Yang Fan from Shangyuan Village?"

Liaokong hummed, put his hands together, and bowed, "Grandmaster Yang Fan, we meet again."

Yang Fan nodded and said, "I have already dealt with the resentful corpses and ghosts here, you can go to other places."

"Have you killed all those resentful corpses and ghosts?" Liaokong felt a little depressed when he saw that there was no one around.

"The corpse of the grudge was killed, and the ghost was sent to the underworld."

Yang Fan took out his cell phone and took a look. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon and it was almost time for dinner. He had to go back and have dinner.

"You guys go ahead and do your work. I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he quickly drew a talisman, tore through space, and left with the little white tiger.