Chapter 15 I'm such a bitch!

"Brother, let him go first."

Wang Yuanjing was fighting with the spirit for control of his body, dividing his mind and talking to Tu Junfang.

He thought that Tu Junfang might be pinching him and the other party was unable to control the spirit.

Tu Junfang frowned, spread out his five fingers, and put the young boss down.

"cough cough"

"If I let him go, will you let me go?"

The young boss looked rather miserable at this moment. His face was covered with blood and filth because Wang Yuanjing had broken his nose earlier.

"Little devil, are you negotiating terms with me?"

"I dare not! I just don't want to die."

It's a tough nut to crack!

Tu Junfang thought to himself that the other party was acting like a tough guy, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

If he really crushed him to death, Tu Junfang was not sure whether the spirit attached to Wang Yuanjing would go berserk.

"Brother, promise him!"

Wang Yuanjing didn't dare to rely on the other party's kindness for his life and property, and he immediately became anxious.

No prospects!
Tu Junfang looked at Wang Yuanjing hatefully.

Since it’s not your fate, of course you don’t care?
The corners of Wang Yuanjing's mouth twitched.

"Okay, I promise you."

Tu Junfang nodded, and the young boss breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wuwuwu, uncle! Come back soon, or your nephew will be beaten to death!"

"Come back soon! Woohoo!"

The soul-calling voice came out of the young boss's mouth again, and Wang Yuanjing felt a sense of relief.

That spirit left?
He poured his true energy into his eyes and found a black shadow flying out of his body and falling back into the filial piety banner at the feet of the young boss.

The latter bent down at the speed of light to pick up the banner in his hand and held it above his head. The next second, a muddy killer bee suddenly appeared beside Tu Junfang, and its stinger went straight to the young boss' throat.

"You are not trustworthy!"

The young boss shouted loudly and blocked the attack of the tail sting with a pole.

Credit?

What it is?
I am a complete person, do I need that thing?

Tu Junfang was disdainful in his heart, and two more three corpse gods appeared beside him, a snake and a vicious woman, and they attacked the young boss with their fangs and claws.

"Forget it, Brother, let him go."

Wang Yuanjing on the side suddenly called for a stop.

The snake's mouth stayed at the young boss' throat, just a little bit away from biting off his neck.

The young boss, who was frightened and sweating, fell to his knees in front of Tu Junfang.
"dong dong dong"

He kowtowed three times in a row.

"Thank you for not killing me!"

Tu Junfang looked at the man in front of him with great interest. He had clearly refused to surrender even until death just now, but now he was kneeling down?

interesting.

Wang Yuanjing standing by had a strange look on his face.

He remembered that this guy seemed to be a grave-cryer.

"I didn't say I wouldn't kill you."

Tu Junfang suddenly felt that this person was also a good seedling, but unlike Wang Yuanjing next to him, he seemed very suitable for Quan Xing!

"Master, you are joking!"

The young boss smiled awkwardly.

"What's your name?"

Tu Junfang asked. "My name is Xue Fan. I'm sorry for offending you just now. Please don't blame me, gentlemen!"

Xue Fan's knees were stuck to the ground like magnets, demonstrating his cowardice to the fullest.

Sure enough it was him!

Wang Yuanjing's heart moved when he heard Xue Fan's name.

As early as he realized what world he had traveled to, he purposefully recalled the contents of the comics from his previous life. Although this is a real world, it has some reference value.

"Are you a witch?"

Tu Junfang glanced at the filial piety banner in Xue Fan's hand and asked.

"witch?"

Xue Fan raised his head with a confused look on his face.

"You do not know?"

Tu Junfang felt a little strange. How could this person, who was so skilled in controlling spirits, not know that he was a witch?

"Should I know?"

Xue Fan asked, Tu Junfang's face turned cold and he waved his hands hurriedly.

"Don't do it, sir. I really don't know what the witch you are talking about is. Are you talking about my ability? I have this ability that is innate."

Innate? Can this ability be innate?

Tu Junfang was stunned. He had traveled all over the country for so many years, but had never heard of a natural born witch.

“It’s really natural!”

There was a hint of crying in Xue Fan's tone; he didn't know why he was so unlucky.

He had lived in this small town since he was a child and had never left the town. He took over this ancestral funeral shop only after all his family members had died.

The only difference between him and others is that he has been able to see things that others cannot see since he was a child.

Later, when he was arranging a funeral for a guest, he discovered the false side of the deceased's family and felt that the living were far more terrifying than the dead. From then on, more and more souls followed him around.
He always thought that he was the only one with this special status, but he didn't expect that one day a consumptive customer came to the store to buy a coffin and almost touched the filial piety banner that housed the souls of his family members.

Seeing that the sickly man seemed to know something, he became more cautious.

In the name of helping the sickly ghost to carry a coffin, he actually saw the other party carrying a coffin weighing hundreds of kilograms and running for more than ten kilometers. This made him believe that there really were people like him in this world.

Just when he thought he had finally found the organization, the sickly man threw a stone at himself and disfigured his "face" for eating.

The bully went too far, so he started fighting with the tuberculosis patient and accidentally broke his nose. That was it, his handsome face was completely ruined by the other party.

He got angry. As for why he suddenly added a small one, it was because after he had finally controlled the little tuberculosis ghost, an old tuberculosis ghost appeared.

Is this what happens when the younger one is beaten and the older one comes?
Woohoo! Grandpa and grandma, uncles and aunts, mom and dad, why aren't you as powerful as that old sick ghost?
After his hard efforts, the old tuberculosis ghost finally agreed to give him a way out. However, as soon as he let his uncle leave the young tuberculosis ghost, the old tuberculosis ghost turned against him.

Poor me, Xue Fan, I am only in my twenties and I am going to die young!

But at the critical moment, the little sickly guy actually spoke up and saved him.

There are witches? What are witches?
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“It’s actually natural!”

Tu Junfang was amazed. With his ability, he could naturally tell whether the kid in front of him was lying or not.

"So, you really just want to get to know each other?"

Wang Yuanjing pinched his wrists and walked towards the two of them while moving his joints.

Is it too early to take action yourself?
"It's absolutely true, gentlemen. I saw that this young man was very strong and carried a coffin all the way, so I wanted to meet him."

"This is the first time in my life that I have met someone as special as me."

The more Xue Fan thought about it, the sadder he became. He knelt on the floor and couldn't help crying.

This time I really cried!

I am such a jerk! Why couldn't I just stay in the store? I had to meddle in other people's business! Now I don't even know if I can save my life!
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Wang Yuanjing asked unhappily.

"You didn't even give me a chance!"

Xue Fan burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)