Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief after knocking Yu Ming unconscious with a single palm strike.
At the same time, the cell phone at his waist emitted a pleasant sound, and he casually answered the call.
Yes, it's me.
"Yes, there was an evil spirit, a humanoid female evil spirit, which I have already killed."
"on site..."
"Two people died... the rest are still alive. Yes, only two people died." Lin Fan turned his head and glanced at the people sleeping on the ground, saying, "They're all still alive..."
"They've all fainted... Um, thank you for your assurance, I understand. We need to protect ourselves first, so it's best if they remain unconscious..."
"Yes, the spider taught me this, and he really taught me very well... umm..."
Lin Fan hung up the phone and looked at the people sleeping all over the ground with satisfaction, feeling that he had done a great thing.
"I have once again protected Lingbao City. I am a very good guardian."
"Mom and Dad, Grandma, Uncle, Sister... when you find out what I've done, you'll be so proud of me..."
Lin Fan thought to himself with a sense of satisfaction for a while, then habitually fell into deep thought again.
'How exactly can I climb the stairs? Dad seems a bit confused, and I don't know what he likes...'
'Flesh and blood, bamboo slips, tentacles, bones… that staircase representing Dad is so strange and eerie. Could Dad be a bad person?'
'Impossible!'
'Hmm! Maybe I should ask Dad about his story. Yes! I'll ask him when I get home tonight!' Lin Fan had an idea in mind and felt much more relaxed.
Shortly after, colleagues from the Political Affairs Investigation Section and the Internal Affairs Department arrived. After a brief handover with everyone, Lin Fan turned and left the hospital.
On the way, he passed by the old woman's fruit stall selling "love apples" again. He saw that she had already sold most of her fruit, so he quietly quietly and turned to leave.
For the next half day, he went to the market alone, bought meat, vegetables, rice and flour, and then prepared to go home.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I left the market.
In the afternoon, the sun was warm in Lingbao City, and pedestrians were languid.
Lin Fan was carrying a bag of food in each of his hands.
As he walked down the first street, he brushed past a young man with a scholarly air about him.
Because he was thinking about his father, he didn't notice that as he walked down the street with his head down, a young man with a gauze scarf around his neck and wearing an old-fashioned Confucian robe was watching him with great interest.
He didn't even notice that when the young man and he reached the end of the road, the young man suddenly sped up.
Then at the next intersection, I met him again.
He walked out from the street corner with a smile, then brushed past Lin Fan, looking him up and down with curiosity.
This encounter and reunion happened three times in total.
But Lin Fan was thinking too seriously, and his father was too difficult to understand, so his attention was completely focused on his own thoughts, and he didn't notice the person brushing past him.
that's all,
As they passed each other on the side street, the young man's gaze swept intently over the object in the other's hand. Then, with a look of confusion on his face, he vanished.
...
Five blocks away, a young man walked into a bookstore on the corner, ordered a cup of tea, picked up a two-month-old bound book, sat down by the window, opened the book, and began to think seriously in the setting sun.
"It looks like there's nothing wrong."
"The fluctuation of mental power is stable at level 1, which means that the person who made the move must have shared the ability of a family member who specializes in physical skills."
"Killing that female evil spirit was easy, but not an exaggeration."
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"He acted decisively, daring to knock out so many ordinary people with a single choke, which is noteworthy."
"When you go to the market, you haggle with the vendors, haggle over every penny, and check the weight. This shows that your family is indeed not well-off."
"He bought a lot of groceries, but there's only one person at home. He's ostensibly an orphan. I don't know how he can eat so much. Maybe he was starving when he was little? Or is there someone else hiding in his house? Hmm, just to be safe, I'll go and observe him tonight."
The storyteller took a sip of tea, frowning as he pondered.
The failure of the Orphan experiment made him take the second mission very seriously.
So, subconsciously, I observed all the members of the Lingbao team who had entered the movie theater and come out alive.
Initial observation revealed nothing wrong. All signs pointed to the Orphan's Grief absorbing too much spiritual energy, causing her system to break down...
...
"Brother, brother."
As Lin Fan walked into the side street, he heard his sister's laughter and happily looked up.
At the end of the sloping street, the younger sister, chewing on a broken white dragon doll she had picked up from somewhere, happily ran towards him along the wall.
The setting sun shone on my younger sister.
A bright halo shone around her body.
It makes her look as cute as a little fairy who stepped out of a movie.
She leaped high into the air and landed in Lin Fan's arms.
"Brother, brother, where did you go?"
"What did you buy? Did you bring anything nice or fun for your younger sister?"
She looked curiously at the plastic bag in Lin Fan's hand.
Lin Fan twirled the bag on the left side: "Hey, I bought you several dragons in here."
"Wow!!!" Upon hearing this, the little sister's eyes lit up, and she slipped into the plastic bag with a whoosh, leaving only her two little feet adorned with gold anklets sticking out of the bag.
She buried herself among the dragons, happily squealing and meowing, like a kitten rummaging through a trash can looking for a toy.
Lin Fan simply carried her in the bag and they walked home together.
"Grandma, Dad, Mom, Second Uncle, I'm back!" Lin Fan pushed open the door and called out happily.
The moment he opened the door.
The once quiet house suddenly became lively.
Lin Fan's mother, who was meditating in the living room, stood up and looked at him with a kind expression, her eyes full of satisfaction.
Grandma, her body hunched over, casually took the bag of rice, the bag of flour, and the extremely heavy meat and vegetables that Lin Fan was carrying. She carried them into the kitchen with remarkable ease.
Dad was still standing in the corner, looking at the smooth wall, with a big smile on his face: "Mom, don't worry, my business here will be finished soon. Once it's over, I'll go back, and my illness will be cured."
"When we're discharged from the hospital, our family will live a good life together."
"I'm really not sick! You can believe me! I'm taking the medicine the doctor prescribed!"
"Hmph! You're not my mother! You're the Daoist Master of Oblivion! You're lying to me!!!"
Suddenly, Dad's eyes widened, and he reached into the cloth bag at his waist, pulled out a palm-sized iron shovel, and with a "plop," stuck it into his fingers and twisted it sharply!
His fingernails, covered in blood and flesh, transformed into red light and flew away!
"The Way of Oblivion! You dare impersonate my parents! You deserve to die!"
Lin Fan stared in disbelief at his father, who was in a state of madness and with tears streaming down his face.
He suddenly felt a pang of heartache, so he went forward and hugged his father, whose body was convulsing...
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