Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 432 Norio (25)

Xiong Bufan didn't tolerate them and attacked with a sinister grin.

Those who had done many bad things were crushed by Xiong Bufan, and the others were also seriously injured.

Fahe watched as Xiong Bufan harmed his favorite disciple and shouted, "Xiong Bufan, if you have a problem, come at me! What kind of skill is it to deal with those disciples?"

This was the first time Xiong Bufan had ever seen someone actively seeking a beating. He didn't refuse Fa He's request, and instead twisted Fa He's neck, crippling his right hand in the process.

Fahe then realized he was afraid and struggled to say, "Why are you hurting me? We only catch wandering ghosts."

Xiong Bufan: "Demons deserve to die. I don't like the look of you, so you have to die."

"You monster, Heaven will not let you get away with this."

Xiong Bufan: "Have you ever seen the Heavenly Dao strike me down? I'm doing this to rid the people of a scourge."

Others might think Xiong Bufan is spreading rumors, but when it comes to being struck by lightning, he really hesitated, wondering if he was truly wrong.

In the previous world, Xiong Bufan was often chased by lightning, but in this world, heavenly lightning has not appeared.

Xiong Bufan took Fahe and his disciples back in a string; she had important things to do.

A row of people appeared on the eaves of the Imperial Preceptor's mansion, swaying in the wind. Among them was a man with a shaved head and a bruised and swollen face, who was very conspicuous.

Kongkong thought Xiong Bufan was a very kind bear because in the end he still saved those wild ghosts and avoided being killed by Fahe.

The bluefish swayed gently on the roof, while the junior brothers who were usually on good terms with them kept their distance and dared not open their eyes to look at them.

Only now did Xiong Bufan understand the feeling of loneliness at the top; so many beautiful wind chimes, yet no one was there to admire them with her.

She misses many people; even when they are very scared, they still praise Xiong Bufan for being amazing and doing a good job.

Kongkong: "Bufan, how long are you planning to hang them up?"

"Soon, I'll put them down once I've had my fill."

"Bufan, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the evil thoughts in them. How could someone who cultivates Taoism have reached this point, being both righteous and evil, just like Fahe's forehead."

Kongkong washed her face with her paws; the human world was still too complicated for them.

Having mustered some strength, Fa shouted, "Xiong Bufan, put me down!"

"What do you say?"

"I said, put me down."

"Oh, I didn't hear you clearly."

On the third time, Fahe finally realized that Xiong Bufan was playing a trick on him, and silently swayed on the roof.

From sunrise to sunset, Li Tian'ao and Lu Guanqi saw them when they visited each other's homes.

Lu Guanqi: "Bufan, did they offend you?"

Xiong Bufan: "No, they begged me to hang it on the roof beam to purify their sins."

It can only be said that Xiong Bufan is getting better and better at deceiving people, hanging people up and claiming it's to purify evil.

Li Tian'ao: "Really?"

As if he saw a business opportunity, Xiong Bufan asked sincerely, "Do you want to go up?"

"Do not want to."

"Ok."

If you don't make any money, everything you say is just empty talk; these are just two penniless bastards.

Looking at Fahe's appearance, Li Tian'ao couldn't think of any other words besides "serves him right" and "miserable," after all, Fahe really did nothing human.

It wasn't good to keep watching them dawdle, so Li Tian'ao sat for a while and said, "Let's go back first, and we'll get together another day."

Xiong Bufan also began to urge them to leave, saying, "Let's go, let's go."

Lu Guanqi left the Imperial Preceptor's residence with reluctance, and they met less and less often.

Having not drunk water for a day, the Imperial Advisor's lips were covered in white dead skin, and his voice was hoarse beyond recognition. "Xiong—Bu—Fan—, put me down."

Xiong Bufan glanced at the sky and instructed the palace maids, "Put them down, put them all down."

"Yes."

Several of them had already lost their breath when they were put down. The Imperial Preceptor couldn't even stand up when he was put down and fainted in an instant.

Aside from lamenting their poor skills, Xiong Bufan couldn't say anything else.

As for those who died, they should blame their poor health. Why did they die when others did? That's their problem and they need to reflect on it.

As darkness fell, the Imperial Preceptor recovered somewhat after being given water by his disciple, but his hands and neck still could not recover. He was currently in a state of crooked neck, and there was a risk of amputation of his right hand.

Fahe is now afraid to look in the mirror or go out. He wants to recover so he can go and take revenge on Xiong Bufan.

But wherever Xiong Bufan is, Fahe cannot find peace.

Just as Fahe lay down, Xiong Bufan sneaked into Fahe's room like a ghost. "Are you going to sleep?"

Did I tell you to go to sleep?

"I haven't slept yet, and you still dare to sleep? You shameless little brat!"

Fahe had no idea what Xiong Bufan was up to. He was already in a terrible state; shouldn't he be allowed to rest for a while?

Considering that he couldn't beat Xiong Bufan, Fahe patiently said, "What are you doing here again? Can't you let me rest for a bit?"

"Come with me."

After Xiong Bufan finished speaking, he dragged Fa He out of the room, their toes still on the ground.

The skin on my toes has finally grown back, and now they're going to bleed from being rubbed raw.

Xiong Bufan, with many small gourds hanging from his body, ran on the rooftop, the gourds bobbing up and down, green dots appearing on them, while Fahe sprayed blood behind him.

After running through the streets, Xiong Bufan stopped.

No one knows this place better than Fahe. There is the ancient story of Liu Bei's three visits to Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage, and now Fahe is being abused in his old home.

Before Xiong Bufan could say anything, Fahe said as if he had been choked, "Xiong Bufan, what do you want to do with me here?"

"Have you found a new way to humiliate me? Let me tell you, come at me, I'm not afraid of you."

"ill."

Regardless of how crazy Fahe was, Xiong Bufan simply tied him to one side and removed the various magical artifacts hanging on his body, then opened them one by one.

Fahe recognized these as the wandering ghosts his disciples had captured the day before and stopped them, saying, "What are you doing? Are you going to release them to harm people?"

"none of your business."

The first magical artifact had been activated, releasing several ghosts. Xiong Bufan didn't smell any sin, so he let them go.

Then came the second and third ritual implements. Only after all the ritual implements were placed were they found to be a vengeful ghost. This ghost was more malevolent and had not yet had a chance to harm anyone.

Xiong Bufan: "You and your apprentice are both useless. You can only catch the honest ones when you're trying to catch ghosts."

"We didn't catch a single vengeful ghost. That's incredibly disappointing."

Xiong Bufan originally wanted to find a vengeful ghost that had harmed people, and kill it with one blow to intimidate Fahe, but who would have thought that his disciples were all useless.

The law is also useless, utterly useless!