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"Answer whatever I ask you now, do you hear me?" Deng Fan said.

"I got it now. Can you move the blade away first?" The Old Ghost nodded vigorously.

Deng Fan not only did not agree, but held the blade even tighter, and continued to ask: "Let me ask you, have you done anything shameful these few days?"

"Blame?" When Old Ghost heard this question, he couldn't help but be dumbstruck, because he had been on the streets for a long time, and he didn't even know what he did right or wrong, or if he was already numb to it. But if it really moved or moved him, he really couldn't say anything, including what he had forced Sang'er to do. He didn't even think about whether he was right or wrong. There didn't seem to be any such word in his dictionary.

"Speak!" Seeing that the Old Ghost did not answer, Deng Fan urged again.

"No …." "No way, right?" The Old Ghost said.

"Really? I'll give you another chance. " Deng Fan spoke in a strict and threatening tone.

"True... There really wasn't any... "Ahhh!" The Old Ghost suddenly let out a miserable shriek, ripping the silent night apart.

Deng Fan resolutely cut off the index finger on Old Ghost's right hand.

"It's only a small punishment this time. I'll give you a few days to reflect on it. The next time I come, I hope to hear a different answer from you." After Deng Fan finished speaking, he suddenly released Old Ghost, threw the fruit knife in his hand onto the ground, and slowly turned around, preparing to leave.

As the saying goes, the pain of his ten fingers being cut off made Old Ghost almost faint.

He endured the pain, wanting to give a fatal blow to Deng Fan who was behind him!

He had originally thought that Deng Fan would let his guard down, and also had his back to him, so the success rate of his sneak attack was extremely high.

But he was wrong again.

Deng Fan turned his head in disdain and suddenly kicked backwards, striking Old Ghost squarely in the chest as if he had eyes at the back of his head.

This time, the Old Ghost still didn't touch a corner of Deng Fan's body and was blown away by the wind once again.

This kick of Deng Fan's was as one with his waist and horse, full of power. Although he did not turn back to look at Old Ghost, his waist had moved at a very big angle, and his leg was very high, which was impossible for ordinary people.

Old Ghost laid on the ground, feeling as if all the bones in his body had been broken, his entire body was in pain, it was difficult for him to get up.

After an unknown amount of time, when he finally staggered out of the ground and walked out of the balcony, Deng Fan had long since disappeared into the thirty story high building, and had disappeared without a trace.

The startled and furious Old Ghost found that Deng Fan had disappeared, and immediately returned back to the room. He wanted to search for the severed half of his finger, but he could not find it at all.

At this moment, Deng Fan was walking on a quiet street, throwing the severed finger in his hand into a trash can by the side of the road.

When Deng Fan returned home, he changed into his pajamas and laid on the bed. Just as he was about to close his eyes and rest, his phone suddenly rang.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was Su Xiaobei calling.

"Disciple, why are you looking for Master?" Deng Fan asked casually.

"Master, I'm going to attend a martial arts exchange tomorrow. Do you want to come?" Su Xiaobei's voice came out from the phone.

Deng Fan was surprised, and said after a while: "Really? "Congratulations, but I won't be going. I've had a lot of things to do recently, so I won't be able to tell your background."

"Is that so? Alright then …" Su Xiaobei's voice sounded somewhat disappointed.

"Is that what you wanted to tell me?" Deng Fan said, "If there is nothing else, I will go to sleep early. I also need to rest …" He was about to hang up.

"Wait! Why don't you ask me where I'm going? "

"Isn't it the same wherever you go? You're not going to the moon, are you? " Deng Fan said rather impatiently.

"I'll take the train tomorrow night. Do you want to come and see me out?" Su Xiaobei said.

"I can give it to you, but I'll have to see if you have the time." Deng Fan thought for a while before continuing, "I think there shouldn't be any problems, let's talk about it tomorrow! Are you going alone? "

"No, and with two girls." Su Xiaobei replied, "One is to participate in the dance exchange and the other is to participate in the academic exchange."

"Oh, not bad, not bad. He's capable of writing, fighting, and even dancing. The three of them are truly not bad." Deng Fan said.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to this trip. It would be even better if you could come with me."

"As long as you students communicate with each other, wouldn't I be destroying the formation?" Deng Fan said, "Be careful on the road, I wish you a safe journey."

"Well, thank you for your blessing." Su Xiaobei said, "I believe that this will definitely be a pleasant journey."

However, things were unpredictable. Su Xiaobei never would have dreamed that she would personally experience such an unbelievable and horrifying bizarre case.

As for Old Ghost, ever since he had his finger cut off by Deng Fan who had descended from the skies, he had become restless every day. He suddenly felt that his life was extremely fragile, like a thin layer of paper that would break with a gentle poke.

He felt that his life was in danger and he could die at any moment!

Therefore, he could only temporarily change his residence and find a few trusted subordinates to stand guard by his side night and day. Only by doing so would he feel slightly more at ease.

Today, Old Ghost had moved to a small hut in the suburbs and was currently eating dinner.

Sitting with him were two of his minions, one of whom was Long-hair, and the other one was Matt's killer.

Long Hair and Matt were both Old Ghost's most trusted lackeys, and among them, Long Hair was extremely skilled and his spear skills were extremely accurate as well. It could be said that his attacks were accurate, as long as he was in range, he wouldn't miss if he hit other people's hands, no matter how far away he was.

Killing Matt was a lot weaker than Long Hair, but his close-combat skills were a bit better than Long Hair's. However, ever since he had been knocked out by Deng Fan's fist last time, Old Ghost had started to re-evaluate his true strength.

"Big brother, I don't really understand why you suddenly moved here to live?" "What?" Matt looked at Old Ghost in confusion.

Old Ghost did not immediately reply when he heard this. He raised his cup and drank a mouthful of wine, then ate another piece of meat. He said slowly, "There's no special reason, it's to change the environment, to change your mood."

"Did Big Brother's finger really get cut off by a machine?" Matt asked again.

"What is it? If it wasn't broken by the machine, did I cut it myself? " Old Ghost glared at Matt with a hint of anger.

Matt didn't dare to say anything else. He immediately avoided Old Ghost's gaze and lowered his head to eat, not saying another word.

"Big Brother, did you encounter some trouble?" Long-hair, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interrupted.

Old Ghost's expression changed slightly when he was seen through. However, he quickly returned to normal and asked: "What kind of trouble do I have? Who dares to cause trouble for me? Don't think too much into it, I just want to get closer to you guys. I have no other intentions, don't think too much! "

"It's good that you're fine. I was just worried that something might have happened to Big Brother." "If there really is something you need, don't be afraid to say it. As your little brother, I am willing to go through fire and water for you."

"Good brother, let me toast you!" Old Ghost raised his glass and said to Long-hair, "But I'm really fine, so don't worry about me."

"That's good!" Long-hair clinked his glass with Old Ghost's, "I'll be going first!" Then he drank it all in one gulp.

At this moment, a muffled sound came from outside the house, as if something had fallen down.

"What is that sound?" Old Ghost was alarmed, all the nerves in his body tensed up.

"I'll go out and take a look." Long-hair picked up the gun on the table and walked out.

The moment he opened the door, Long-hair immediately saw that one of the guards had fallen on the stairs.

He was surprised but didn't immediately go up to check. Instead he vigilantly looked around to make sure that there was no threat. Then he strode towards the guard who was on the ground.

He squatted down and probed the guards' auras with his hand. Seeing that he had only fainted, he stood up once more, gripped the gun in his hand tightly and began to search the courtyard.

Long-hair slowly walked around the house, but he didn't notice that a man in black was pointing a transmitter on his watch at him from the roof.

With a "Chi" sound, the anesthetic needle pierced into the back of the long-haired man's neck.

"Why hasn't Long-Hair come back for so long?" Matt was getting a little anxious. "I'm going out to take a look!" Just as he was about to stand up, he was stopped by the Old Ghost.

"Don't go out yet!" Old Ghost said in a low voice, his heart seemingly feeling the invisible pressure, fear written all over his face.

"Big brother, what happened to you?" Matt immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Why do you look so ugly?"

"He's here." Old Ghost's voice trembled slightly.

"Who's here?" As soon as Matt finished his words, he suddenly felt a strong sense of sleepiness and fell asleep on the dining table.

When Old Ghost raised his head, there was already an extra person in the room.

It was none other than Deng Fan.

He was still wrapped in a black robe. Although his face could not be seen, his whole body was exuding a sense of righteousness.

To Old Ghost, the aura being emitted by Deng Fan was more like a threat.

In the eyes of the Old Ghost, Deng Fan was fear!

"Yes …" "It's you …" Old Ghost seemed to have given up resisting, upon seeing Deng Fan who suddenly appeared, he almost fell from his chair.

"Don't be afraid, I just came here to ask you a question." Deng Fan said as he approached the Old Ghost, "It's still the same question as last time, do you have an answer?"

"Last time was …" "What's the problem?" Old Ghost trembled as he asked. His mind was blank, as if he did not remember anything.

"You are forgetful." Deng Fan sighed, "Alright, I will ask one more time. Have you been guilty lately? If there is, you must show some expression, or else it will not be as simple as breaking a finger. "

Old Ghost said: "I don't know what you're talking about. Who the hell are you? Why have you always been haunting me? "

"I don't want to keep pestering you, but you've disappointed me." Deng Fan shook his head, and said leisurely: "Looks like you haven't reflected on it properly these past few days, then I'm sorry. Tonight, I still have to give you a little punishment."

"No, no!" When Old Ghost heard the word 'punishment', he was so scared that both his legs went limp. Finally, he fell down from his chair and sat on the ground, begging: "Let me go, I beg you, let me go. I can give you anything you want! Please let me go! " When he thought about what he would be missing next, he couldn't help but shiver.

"It's useless for you to beg me. You should beg the people you've hurt before." As soon as Deng Fan finished speaking, a steel ball shot out from his hand, aiming at Old Ghost's left eye.

Ah!" Another pig-slaughtering scream tore through the silent night.

"My eyes!" Old Ghost was in indescribable pain as he covered his left eye. Blood continued to seep out from his fingers, looking horrifying.

"I'll cripple one of your eyes today. I'll give you a few more days to reflect on it. If you still can't remember, I'll come look for you again." After Deng Fan finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the room.

He came and went in a hurry, and only left the Old Ghost with endless pain and regret.