"No, no, no, no." Chen Fan knew that the young lady was about to rush, so he quickly put away his unrestrained gaze.

He lit the incense burner, burned red wax, locked the doors and windows, turned off the lights, and then came back, "Sister, I'm starting."

The young lady nodded.

Chen Fan picked up a piece of mud and applied it to the young lady. While touching it carefully, he sang loudly:

"The fragrance is deep and the world is lit to see through the ghost gate."

"The golden bird runs like an arrow in the clouds, and the jade rabbit is as bright as a wheel."

"The sky is shining in the south and the five colors of clouds are full of chaos."

"The temple is opened in Ziwei Palace, and the jade girl from Taoyuan retreats to the immortal god."

"The fragrance of the road thousands of miles away is coming, and the flying clouds and horses are coming."

"Please ask the true master of this altar, I am the only one in the eight deeds."

After chanting the spell three times, the young lady had already wrapped the purple clay.

Chen Fanzai carefully touched the clay man's body and repaired it. He suddenly bit his finger and pointed it at the clay man's eyebrows, "seal".

The young lady had no movement and turned into a clay figure.

Chen Fan looked at the clay man for a long time, smiled slightly and said to the three women who were looking at the side with their heads tilted, "This clay man cannot be touched. If anyone dares to move, I will never forgive her! Do you know!?"

Lan Xin nodded, Xiaoman nodded, and Li Ting acted disdainful.

"Be honest and obedient, you are mine now, do you know?" Chen Fan pointed on Li Ting's nose, and Li Ting continued to curl her lips.

"Don't you be disobedient, you can't cure you anymore, right?" Chen Fan hugged Li Ting's sister's body and pinched her. The woman blushed and opened her mouth to bite her, but she didn't expect Chen Fan to show her sharp teeth before her, but instead bit her. Li Ting's body was as soft as a cotton candy.

"Is it wrong?" Chen Fan whined.

"Wrong, wrong." He bullied Chen Fan when he was alive, and he couldn't get a good person even if he died. Li Ting was straightforward and had no temper at all.

"If you know your mistake, you have to correct it and step down."

Chen Fan waved his hand.

Thirty-six red candles formed a very strange formation. Chen Fan looked behind his hands for a while, but didn't dare to leave, and then he fell asleep on the sand in the lobby on the first floor.

The next morning, Li Xiaojun came to work. When he saw a cross-sitting clay man on the table in the hall, he was shocked, "Chen Fan! Chen Fan! What are you putting?"

"My sister." Chen Fan replied without hesitation.

"This week, you don't need to go to work, your salary will be paid." Chen Fan said again.

The Three-Plate Technique is an extremely powerful spell, and it cannot be careless at all. It is also appropriate for him to tell Li Xiaojun not to come over, but this obviously hurt Li Xiaojun's heart.

Li Xiaojun glanced at Chen Fan, and saw that Chen Fan didn't seem to be joking, so he left with grievance.

With a "sourcing", Chen Fan cut his hand and released blood. He placed his bloody hand on the clay man's head, urging curses in his mouth and in his heart.

The purple mud absorbed Chen Fan's blood, and the color was slightly red and it was extremely hot.

Chen Fan put away his hands, burned incense and recited scriptures, and worshiped in the morning and evening. After a whole week, the clay figure had become a whole, like a pottery figurine.

Li Xiaojun came back to work, and when he pushed the door, he glared at Chen Fan angrily, "Do I still have to go on vacation?"

"No need." Chen Fan's face was pale and extremely weak.

Li Xiaojun was startled, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Chen Fan said weakly, "Sister Xiaojun, can I ask you something?"

Li Xiaojun rolled his eyes and locked the door, "Stop talking, go upstairs."

In less than an hour, Li Xiaojun squeezed Chen Fan dry, lying in small sweat, unable to move.

Chen Fan lay on her and refused to go down for a long time, "Xiaoman said you were going on a blind date, is that true?"

"Didn't I tell you all, why do you ask that?"

Li Xiaojun's hand, Chen Fan's broad and strong back, fell into silence.

"Can't we really be together? I really like you."

After a long time, Chen Fan said something in his heart.

Li Xiaojun smiled pursed his lips, "I like you too, but love and marriage are different, right?"

"Then...then let me love enough."

Chen Fan slowly exerted force.

Li Xiaojun did not hide or dodge, but quietly stood up to meet him.

At this moment, no one knew what this woman was thinking.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Fan stood by the clay sculpture with a bowl, and the bowl contained his blood.

Chen Fan took out his brush and drew talismans to the blood in the bowl and painted talismans on the clay sculpture. While drawing talismans, he muttered something in his mouth.

Li Xiaojun hugged aside and watched, not daring to disturb him. After several days in one breath, Li Xiaojun, who had no idea of ​​the reason, began to feel that Chen Fan was under too much pressure and was crazy.

"What are you doing by the master?" Xiaoman leaned out half of his body, looking at Lan Xin.

Lan Xin shook her head, "I don't know, she looks weird."

"What do he do, he's a big fool." Li Ting pouted and patted them, "Let's go back, let's let him shy his face when he sees us coming out."

"That's right." Xiaoman smiled pursed his lips and the three of them went back together.

Another week passed in a flash. On the thirteenth day, Chen Fan burned incense to pray for the statue, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

When the third head hit the ground, the mud statue on the table suddenly cracked, and a slender crack appeared on the top of the mud statue's head. Then, there was a burst of sound, and the slender patterns spread like lightning.

Chen Fan turned around and quickly closed the door. The moment the door locked Chen Fan, the mud seemed to explode with a bang.

The mist in the sky dispersed, and surrounded by clouds, a pair of red eyes emitted two cold lights.

Chen Fan's heartbeat was so hard that he ran over quickly, "Sister!"

The woman was stunned for a long time before suddenly turning her head.

She shook her body a few times and fell on the table with a bang.

Chen Fan was shocked and quickly picked up the woman and ran upstairs, "Sister, are you okay?"

"Chen Fan, come here." The woman's voice was faint, but she hugged Chen Fan's neck.

Chen Fan took him and fell down. At this moment, the woman suddenly had fangs in her mouth and bit Chen Fan's neck...

Chen Fan's eyes turned dark and he wanted to struggle but couldn't move.

The woman didn't know where she got such a lot of strength, and she wrapped herself tightly around Chen Fan's body, and a terrifying sound came from her throat.

Chen Fan began to twitch and his consciousness was a little blurred.

He couldn't believe that all this was true.

Miss, sucking blood...

Sucking his blood...

With a bang, Chen Fan's heart was mostly cold.

He almost didn't resist, quietly feeling the strange feeling of this consciousness being peeled out of his body little by little...

It was pitch black all around, and Chen Fan fainted. The woman stopped moving and slowly straightened her waist.

She stared at the man in a daze and wiped it with her hand. The wound on Chen Fan's neck was immediately gone.

She staggered and stood up, and when she looked back, she saw three ghost servants staring at her in a daze.

hiss!

Lord Ghost Lord, is he resurrected?

Standing in the living room was no longer the little girl with a beautiful face, but a slightly slim but top-notch beauty!

That's right, this look must be the Ghost Lord who was covered in the mud by Chen Fan.

"Ghost Lord..."

Lan Xin was so scared that her body shook, holding her shoulders, "Master Ghost Lord, you..."

"You bit the master to death?"

Xiaoman covered his mouth, tears flashing in his eyes.

"Not really! You, why do you do this! Why!?"

"He is my servant, I have the final say!"

The woman looked at Xiaoman coldly and then at Li Ting who was staring at her blankly.

Li Ting sat on the ground and panicked.

The absolute gap in strength made her afraid to act rashly. Not to mention her, even if the female ghosts in the room joined forces, they could not withstand her violent attack.

"You're a bad guy!"
To be continued...