"I beg you...let us go...we don't dare to do it anymore, please let it go...these are all Song Zi's ideas, It has nothing to do with us, we are all innocent!!"
Several female students were so frightened that they screamed and pointed their fingers at Song Zi. They stripped themselves clean and pretended that it had nothing to do with them.
"Cui Cui, Lingzhu, Jiajia, how come you..."
Song Zi, who was already full of fear, was stimulated to wake up a lot after hearing the words of those female students.
She didn't expect that her friends, who she used to talk to about everything and had very good relationships with, would treat her like this today.
Just like that, he sold her in front of Zhang Fan.
"According to what you say, you are all innocent?!" After hearing this, Zhang Fan touched his chin thoughtfully and said with a playful smile on his face.
"Yes, we are all innocent. I tried to persuade Song Zi not to play like this, but she refused to listen. Now she has caused trouble and dragged us into the water. This White Lotus is really not a good thing. "
Several female students pointed at Song Zi and spoke harshly, without caring about her inner feelings.
"Why are you doing this to me? Aren't we friends?"
Song Zi listened to her friends' verbal abuses without missing a word. Her face was full of shock and disappointment. She felt like she had lost her soul, and her breathing gradually became more and more rapid.
She didn't know why her friend would treat her like this.
"Oh, so that's it. Okay, I understand. Since it has nothing to do with you, then get out of here." Zhang Fan casually threw the key out and threw it to the other party, telling them to get out of here.
Seeing this, the girls felt as if they had been granted amnesty. They hurriedly picked up the keys, opened the door in a panic, and ran out.
It wasn't until they were completely gone that Zhang Fan pulled Song Zi up from the ground, straightened the overturned table, relit the candle, and then said: "See, this is your so-called good friend. When in danger, I sold you."
"You must keep your eyes open when making friends, and don't blindly hang out with people with evil intentions." Zhang Fan sighed helplessly.
But Song Zi didn't respond. Instead, he was trembling all over, wiping tears in fear and helplessness.
In fact, when he came just now, Zhang Fan had noticed that these friends of Song Zi might hate Song Zi from the bottom of their hearts.
If there is a reason why, there should be a big reason. She thinks she is beautiful and is particularly easy to attract boys to like, so out of envy, jealousy and hatred, these so-called friends teamed up to prank Song Zi.
This kind of scheming behavior behind the scenes is simply too despicable.
As the saying goes, jealousy changes a person beyond all recognition, and this is true at all.
What happened today, Zhang Fan mainly wanted to teach Song Zi a lesson, so that she would be more thoughtful in the future and not be cheated and help count money.
Most college students who have not been out of society are very simple, so they are easily fooled by other people's false appearances.
Zhang Fan saw that Song Zi was lost in thought and his face turned pale, but he finally shook his head helplessly.
The other party must have been so frightened that his brain short-circuited.
It seems that tonight I did go a little too far.
Zhang Fan put away the fake fairy rope and kicked the bald man to get out.
The bald man nodded with fear and disappeared instantly.
Now, Zhang Fan was not interested in the white-clothed ghost. Even if he wanted to conquer the red-clothed ghost, he had to conquer him, so he let him go.
Zhang Fan set fire to the white paper and green pencil used in Bi Xian's psychic game, and then walked out with Song Zi.
If the psychic things are not burned, I am afraid that the ritual of Bi Xian's psychic game will continue, and I don't know what kind of ghosts will be attracted by then.
As long as the ceremony does not end, terrifying ghosts will continue to be attracted.
Although Zhang Fan was not afraid, he still interrupted the Bixian psychic game for the sake of Song Zi, an ordinary person.
In order to avoid scaring Song Zi into something wrong, Zhang Fan summoned Sai Yao and asked her to use her charming singing voice to erase Song Zi's memory of seeing ghosts, leaving her with only some bad memories of her friends.
As long as Song Zi wakes up later, he won't play with those people anymore.
As for the female students who escaped, Zhang Fan did not choose to let them go, but asked Sai Yao to erase their memories of seeing ghosts through remote singing, so that they would no longer believe in ghosts in the world.
In addition, for the next week, they will have nightmares with high concentration.
As soon as I close my eyes and fall asleep, I start to have nightmares.
This is their punishment.
After settling Song Zi's matter, Zhang Fan came to the side of the road, found a shared bicycle, and rode back to Fugui Huating.
Tonight, this trip was really in vain, but no matter what, at least I had an explanation with Jiang Xiaohua.
After sending Jiang Xiaohua's WeChat message that the matter was settled, Zhang Fancai slumped down on the sofa and continued to watch short videos.
Watching a video of his grandma at night was not satisfactory, so I was really convinced.
Zhang Fan shook his head, stabilized his thoughts, and felt much calmer.
But......
After he flipped through a dozen short videos of beauties dancing passionately, his cell phone's ringtone suddenly rang again.
"Who is this uncle? Isn't it over yet?" Zhang Fan looked sullen and shouted cursingly.
I thought it was Jiang Xiaohua calling again, but when I looked closer I realized it was not, but an unfamiliar number.
Seeing this, Zhang Fan was surprised and didn't know why. He didn't know who would call at such a late hour.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhang Fan finally chose to answer the call.
The call was connected, and a young man's voice came from the other end: "Brother Fan, I'm sorry to disturb you so late." The young man apologized quickly the moment Zhang Fan answered the phone.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Zhang Fan was extremely confused. The other person's voice was very unfamiliar and he didn't seem to recognize it.
"Brother Fan, I am Xu Qingyi. We met at the hotel last time...did you forget?" The young man introduced himself and told who he was.
Only when Zhang Fan heard the name Xu Qingyi did he react.
It turned out to be him.
He was able to resurrect again, thanks to Xu Qingyi's help. What happened when he came to find him this time?
"Qingyi, has something happened to you?" Zhang Fan asked.
"It's nothing, Brother Fan. I just have a small favor that I want you to do for me." Xu Qingyi said with a smile, his voice was full of magnetism, and it sounded easy to make people like him.
"What?" Zhang Fan was stunned.
"Recently, didn't there appear in China a Chinese League organized by survivors?"
"I want you to help me suppress the enemy. I'm going to capture a red ghost and present it to the Chinese Alliance so that I can join them."
Xu Qingyi explained the reason.
"Do you want to join the Chinese League?"
This time it was Zhang Fan's turn to not be calm.
Is Hua Meng really that good? There were so many people squeezing their heads trying to get in.
"Didn't you say that you can get in by offering a white-clothed ghost? Why did you sacrifice a red-clothed ghost to them?"
Zhang Fan was a little confused.
According to the survivors in the previous chat box, if you want to join the Chinese League, you only need to offer a white ghost, but offering a red ghost is a bit extravagant, even unnecessary.
"Brother Fan, you don't know something. If you just offer a white ghost to join the Chinese Alliance, you will only be regarded as the bottom first-class alliance member, and many of the benefits and benefits will be the most rubbish."
"It's different if you offer a red-clothed ghost. You will directly become a second-level alliance member, and you will have a dedicated instructor to teach you many unknown secrets." Xu Qingyi patiently explained to Zhang Fan.
"Is there such a thing? This is quite interesting."
Zhang Fan looked extremely surprised after hearing this.
"Brother Fan, why don't we two go to Hua Meng together? The benefits there are really great. It's better than the two of us fighting alone."
"By joining the Hua League, we will have support and an organization, which will save us a lot of trouble later." Xu Qingyi described to Zhang Fan the benefits of joining the Hua League.
However, Zhang Fan was not in a hurry to answer his question. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "If you are not in a hurry, can I go over to you tomorrow morning?"
"Tomorrow will be too late. I have already found the whereabouts of the red-clothed ghost. If you can come to me tonight, we will definitely succeed. Otherwise, things will change..." Xu Qingyi refused and Zhang Fan came back tomorrow morning. The thought of coming over, but wanting him to come over now to join them.
"It's so late, I've already taken off my clothes and went to bed." Zhang Fan didn't want to go. He just came back from outside and he wanted to rest.
"Brother Fan, I'll just ask you this time, okay? I really need that red-clothed ghost... For the sake of Sister Hui, I'll just help this little brother once." Xu Qingyi said bitterly. begged.
"That's okay."
The Sister Hui mentioned by Xu Qingyi was none other than Feng Hui, so Zhang Fan agreed without even thinking.
Regardless of Xu Qingyi's face, Xiao Huihui's face must still be given.
"Send me your address and I'll go find you right now." Zhang Fan said.
"I'm in Dajiang City. In this case, I'll come to pick you up. Just wait for me at home." After Xu Qingyi said this, he quickly hung up the phone. Then, Zhang Fan noticed the light in his room. There was a flickering of light and darkness, as if an extremely terrifying supernatural force had invaded reality from the shadow of illusion.
At the same time, Zhang Fan suddenly saw the TV screen, which was filled with a strange and dazzling blood light. The next second, a bloody vortex emerged from it.
At this moment, Xu Qingyi's voice came from behind the bloody whirlpool: "Brother Fan, come here quickly!"
Seeing this, Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect Xu Qingyi to have such supernatural means. It was really... very cool.
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