Lu Fan stood there, watching Zhao Yuelin's figure gradually disappear into the night, then turned to look at Huang Bin: "You said that there is something strange about Zhao Yuelin's death. Someone secretly controlled her ghost and prevented her from reincarnation?"

If this news is true, Lu Fan feels that he has something to do during the next period of time.

When Huang Bin saw all the ghosts leaving collectively, he often breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked to Lu Fan and looked at him with some complexity, "At least, from what I have seen so far, this is the case, otherwise you will see that, why do those ghosts follow her?"

"And judging from Zhao Hong's situation, I feel that the situation that appears on him is likely to involve that person. Let's go to Zhao Hong's house first, and it's important to save the person first."

Huang Bin took out three incense sticks and lit them, handed them to Lu Fan's hand, and then rushed directly to the direction of Zhao Hong's family.

The three incense sticks emitted white smoke and floated behind him.

They were all sucked into their noses by Zhao Hong's ghost and followed them all the way.

Arrive at Zhao Hong's house.

Lu Fan took the key in his hand in advance and opened the door and went in.

Zhao Hong was already asleep on the bed, with lights lit in the room, and there were needles and tranquilizer bags scattered beside the bed in the bedroom. He had already injected himself with a tranquilizer and fell asleep, and he couldn't even notice that the sky fell.

Huang Bin took three incense sticks and placed them on the head of the bed.

Then he stood at the head of the bed and shook the black flag in his hand, chanting a spell silently, and suddenly—

The blurred Zhao Hong's ghost slowly walked to the edge of the bed and stared at the sleeping Zhao Hong.

"You are here and return to your position!" Huang Bin shouted loudly with righteousness, his temperament was like a Taoist ancestor and a Taoist saint monk.

Lu Fan looked at him in surprise. Although Huang Bin is not very reliable most of the time, he can always give people unpredictable surprises at critical moments.

Huang Bin took out another soul-restraining talisman and pasted it on Zhao Hong's forehead.

I saw the phantom gradually dissipate and finally turned into air, as if it was blown by the wind, it floated directly to Zhao Hong on the bed, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Okay, when he finishes sleeping, he wakes up tomorrow. In addition to feeling sore in his joints and muscles all over his body and losing a memory, it will be almost done." Huang Bin said.

I saw that Zhao Hong, who was pale on the bed, had become rosy and shiny with the naked eye, and his breathing became more steady and powerful.

Seeing this, Lu Fan breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Huang Bin: "Let's go out and talk about that."

In the living room.

Lu Fan and Huang Bin sat on the sofa. Lu Fan took out a bottle of Moutai in the wine cabinet and opened it. He poured a glass of it for each of them. Regardless of Huang Bin, he drank it all in one go.

Huang Bin held the wine glass, looked at Lu Fan and sighed softly, pouring the white wine in the cup into his stomach.

"I know that for ordinary people, it is difficult for them to accept suddenly when they see dead old friends."

"But there is no way. People die and live, and living people still have to live well. I have been with my master for so many years and have seen too many of these things, and I have long been accustomed to them."
Chapter completed!