415: C415 Face Slap

C415 Face Slap

This behavior didn't seem to be any different from Zhang Xiaofeng's earlier actions in the operating theater of the hospital.

Besides Jiang Feifan himself and Yang Haotian, Old Master Yang felt more and more disgusted with Jiang Feifan in his heart.

But at this moment, suddenly, a "dong" sound was heard. The door of the villa hall was knocked open by a figure, and then it was slammed shut once again.

The person who was knocked back two to three meters was Wang Hai, who had entered the house earlier.

Wang Hai, who was quickly helped up by Yang Haotian, no longer had the arrogant expression he had when he first came in. His entire body was unkempt, and there were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still wearing the Tang suit, he would have been dead by now. He could have become an old beggar.

At this moment, he looked at Old Master Yang once again, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Elder Yang! You... the plot of Yin Profound Evil in your residence has already been completed. You can't... You can't!"

"Ah? This... this..."

After hearing Wang Hai's words, Old Master Yang's face revealed a troubled expression.

This villa was renovated by the old mansion of Yang family. It could be considered an ancestral house. How could it be abandoned just like that? However, what happened to Wang Hai was still fresh in his mind.

When he thought about how he almost stepped into the gates of hell today, Old Master Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

Jiang Feifan, on the other hand, glanced at Wang Hai calmly.

"I told you not to close the door long ago! Otherwise, even if you can't solve the problem, you won't end up like this!"

"Besides, this mansion is just as you said. If you don't want it now, it will be hard to find a place with fortune in this world."

Jiang Feifan's tone was neither happy nor sad. In Wang Hai's ears, it sounded like he was being sarcastic.

Immediately, he endured the pain of falling to the ground and struggled to stand up with the help of Yang Haotian.

"Kid, I thought you were just arrogant and arrogant, a young man who thinks nothing of others. I didn't expect you to sing such a vicious song, not letting Elder Yang move. Are you trying to kill their entire family?"

"Heh."

At this moment, in Jiang Feifan's eyes, Wang Hai was hopeless. Immediately, he looked at Old Master Yang who was standing beside him.

"Old man, your Yang family's ancestors have always been a Shuxiang family, but later on, your ancestors thought that they didn't pass the exam when they went to the capital. In the second year, they still didn't get into the exam. In the past five years, your family's ancestor didn't even pass the exam. From now on, it will be very difficult for the descendants of your Yang family to live past sixty. When they die, they will die a horrible death. "

In the beginning, Old Master Yang sneered and thought that Jiang Feifan had something to talk about. However, the more he heard, the more shocked he became. This was because when he was young, he had really heard his grandfather say that... His ancestor did indeed have a story about how he had failed the examinations repeatedly.

However, Jiang Feifan was just a stranger that he had only met once, so how could he know about this past?

When he saw Jiang Feifan's confident gaze, Old Master Yang was shocked. He hurriedly stood up and bowed deeply to Jiang Feifan, no longer putting on airs like before.

"Benefactor, I, Yang Sihai, am blind. Please save our Yang family!"

Looking at Old Master Yang's attitude, Jiang Feifan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't take it to heart. He pointed at a corner of the hall and continued.

"Actually, the source of your family's murderous aura is the painting drawn by your ancestor before his death."

After saying that, Jiang Feifan gave Yang Haotian an order without hesitation.

"Go and get all the paper and ink from your family. I will help you get rid of your murderous aura."

Although he didn't understand Jiang Feifan's intention, he could see that his grandfather was sincerely convinced.

Yang Haotian didn't dare to have any doubts. He hurriedly went to get the four treasures.

Immediately, he saw Jiang Feifan take the brush from Yang Haotian's hand. He dipped some ink into the ink slab and flew forward. The delicate anti-theft door in the main hall of the villa was kicked open with a bang.2

Such a scene made Hee Tingting, Wang Hai, and the grandfather and grandson of Yang family on the scene open their mouths and stare with their mouths wide open.

How could modern people have ever seen such a scene? These were only scenes in TV dramas.

Furthermore, when someone was filming a television, it would at most be a wooden door or something like that.

As one of the few upper-class families in South City, the doors of Yang family were made of the best materials. Even if someone brought a saw over, they might not be able to see it open. If they wanted to kick it open, they would be kicked open.

In the hearts of everyone, there was only one word to describe Jiang Feifan's actions. "Awesome."

Jiang Feifan lowered his head and looked at the time. It was noon. The sun was at its highest point in the day, and it was the time with the most Morality. This was also the reason why Jiang Feifan had to let Wang Hai open the door.

At this moment, the abundant sunlight shone into the hall of the Yang family villa. Slowly, a trace of dark Yin Qi drifted out from nowhere. It floated out of the main hall, and on the painting hanging in the middle of the hall... Jiang Feifan could also see a trace of murderous aura.

In the next second, Jiang Feifan did not hesitate at all. Under the gazes of the others, he strode into the hall with his head held high.

His figure had just entered the main hall when the murderous aura on the painting seemed to have discovered an intruder. It howled towards Jiang Feifan like it had gone mad.

Seeing this situation, the corners of Jiang Feifan's mouth drew a confident arc. He did not panic at all, but instead shrugged indifferently.

"Small trick."

Following Jiang Feifan's cold shout in his heart, the sunlight that came from the back door became Jiang Feifan's biggest reliance.

When the fiendish energy touched Jiang Feifan, it was shattered by the light of the Righteous Sun that surrounded him.

However, Hee Tingting and the others obviously couldn't see this scene with their naked eyes.

In their eyes, they only saw that Jiang Feifan had already walked to the painting in the main hall as if he was taking a stroll in the park. He waved his brush and ink, and then he picked up two lines of poetry on the paper.

These two seemingly ordinary lines of poetry were actually a drop of male pure Yang blood essence that Jiang Feifan miserably dripped into the brush and ink.

It was also this drop of pure Yang Qi. Suddenly, the black Qi that was originally drifting on the painting dissipated in an instant.

At this moment, in the eyes of the grandfather and grandson of Yang family, the hall of their villa had somehow become much brighter. Even their entire bodies felt comfortable, as if they had arrived at a paradise in the mortal world.

After everything was tidied up, when Jiang Feifan walked out of the villa once again, he walked in front of them. Before Jiang Feifan could say anything, Wang Hai, who had always looked down on Jiang Feifan, spoke first.

The president of the South City's Profound Society couldn't care less about the pain in his body. With a 'putong' sound, he knelt down beside Jiang Feifan's feet.

"Master! I was blind. Please forgive me and accept me as your disciple!"

"Dong!"

Hee Tingting and her friends were shocked by Wang Hai's actions.

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