my therapist freaked out

Ah Yan put down the rolling shutter door, and then led Ke Fan into the back room warehouse where he had been before buying paper money.

Ke Fan remembered that there were two scary paper dolls hanging at the door, and when he entered, he tried his best not to look to the right.

"Do you have anything related to this ghost?" A Yan walked to a small round table in the corner and beckoned Ke Fan to sit down.

There were two wooden chairs on both sides of the wooden table. When Ke Fan sat down, the chairs creaked under the weight.

Hearing Ah Yan's question, he subconsciously grabbed the briefcase in his hand.

Jiang Hongyu's stele is inside.

But Ke Fan kept an eye out, he remembered that this thing was related to Jiang Hongyu's safety.He remembered that Ah Yan was not very friendly to ghosts, so he hesitated and said, "I, I have the clothes he wore, can I?"

Ah Yan was surprised: "What, put on clothes? Have you seen his dead body?"

"No, it's not a corpse. He can wear clothes himself." Ke Fan felt very strange, "Don't other ghosts wear clothes?"

Ah Yan's glasses were widened behind the lenses: "Ah no, it stands to reason that people can't see ghosts. What you see and touch are all illusions shown to you by ghosts. According to what you said, ghosts can't see ghosts. Without it, how could there be clothes left in the world.”

Now it's Ke Fan's turn to stare: "But our ghost is real, you can see it and touch it. It can even cook for me."

Ah Yan still didn't believe it, he just felt that Ke Fan was tricked out of his mind by a ghost: "Yes, please, take out your clothes if you have any."

Unexpectedly, Ke Fan on the opposite side suddenly blushed.He put the briefcase in his hand on the wooden chair, stood up and grabbed the hem of his clothes, and took them off with his hands.It reveals a shirt that is worn next to the body and is obviously one size larger.

No wonder Ke Fan felt weird wearing a polo shirt just now, but Ah Yan thought it was because he was stingy and washed it out of shape.

He never expected that Ke Fan was wearing a men's shirt with such an ill-fitting hem tucked into black pants.

Even if it's uncomfortable to wear like this, isn't it too hot?

He meaningfully glanced at Ke Fan's still-looking thin waist, clasped his hands and ten fingers indistinctly, and put them solemnly and dignifiedly in front of his belly to block it.

"This one belongs to him." Ke Fan didn't feel embarrassed to take it off in front of Ah Yan, and pointed to the clothes on his body.

Ah Yan finished slandering in his heart, but found that something was not quite right.

He found that after Ke Fan took off his clothes, the shirt was surrounded by a strong Yin Qi.

But this yin energy is not harmful. I don't know if it's a coincidence or intentional. This kind of yin energy can actually protect Ke Fan from other evil things.

There are many ghosts in the world that harm people. Ah Yan has only seen this kind of Yin Qi near the ancestral hall or the ancestral grave.It is a kind of blessing from the ancestors with merits and virtues to their descendants.

But this ghost has obviously caused harm to Ke Fan, and Ke Fan's yang energy has been damaged. This is also the ironclad proof that Ah Yan concluded that this ghost is going to harm Ke Fan.Then why is such protection left behind?

"Have you known this ghost before?" Ah Yan asked.

Without hesitation, Ke Fan said, "Of course not, we just met."

just met?

Ah Yan frowned, his curiosity was aroused.This is an interesting example.

"Then you can dress first, I'll prepare it." Ah Yan said.

Ke Fan nodded gratefully, sat down again, and turned on his phone.

Alipay has 3 yuan in wealth management, which can be transferred out at any time.There is 2 yuan fixed in the bank, and 2000 yuan in cash is still in the box at home.Ke Fan counted with his fingers, the salary can be advanced for up to six months, that is [-], um, the total is...

The two were busy with their own affairs, and fell silent on the small table with thoughts.

"Mr. Jiang, I beg you to think about it quickly, have you ever experienced branding before, or have you been particularly sensitive to something?" Bai Wuchang asked him anxiously as he bent down beside Jiang Hongyu among the busy little ghosts.

Jiang Hongyu was tied to the judge's chair, struggling to suppress violent and manic thoughts, and uttered two words through his teeth: "No, yes."

"Sigh." Such a big event happened, and there was no way to know the result, Bai Wuchang was in a hurry.

The black-faced judge behind him advised him: "Don't mess yourself up, finish the branding first."

Bai Wuchang flicked his sleeves: "How can I not panic, one level of branding can kill a ghost, how can he be saved under two levels of conflict?! My life is really hard, I work hard every day, day and night work. The only thing missing is this business to be able to sit in the office, but now something like this happened, something like this happened..."

As he spoke, Bai Wuchang couldn't help but burst into tears.

The judge also felt sorry that this colleague had a bad luck, and his promotion depended on hard work.The impermanent ghost with him for a year is basically promoted and doesn't have to go out to work, but he stays where he is.

Finally received a sweet pastry for a ghost to return to the sun, hoping to rely on Jiang Hongyu's business to go ashore.As a result, an accident happened now, and it was unknown whether he could keep his current job.

"Who would have thought that he would have a criminal record before? With these two layers of branding, it depends on which side his heart is on." The judge murmured, "If he is vacillating and loses his mind, we really can't blame us."

Bai Wuchang can only admit defeat.

On the other hand, Jiang Hongyu had already become a bloodless ghost, but now there was a layer of intricate blood vessel-like lines flowing from the position of the heart on his chest.

And after the bright red blood dissipated from his whole body, it gathered on his chest again.The word Ke Fan engraved on the chest became more and more profound, and almost black blood oozes from the wound that was supposed to heal.

Jiang Hongyu's face was distorted by the pain, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Instead, a group of onlookers and helpless little ghosts watched him suffer and wiped their tears in grief.Slowly, his very unstable yin energy spread to the surrounding area, and the imprisoned ghosts were affected by it, making all kinds of yin and yang screams.

"Back!" The judge noticed that Jiang Hongyu's fierce ghost aura was not weakened by the branding, but was more aggressive than before. He called on the ghosts present and told Bai Wuchang to leave too.

"No, I can't leave him here." Bai Wuchang refused to leave, the judge directly took out a talisman from his sleeve and pasted it on Bai Wuchang's back, and ran out with the ribbon of his clothes.

All of a sudden, the entire [-]th floor of hell was swept by the turbulent ghost energy, and all the dark wind formed a vortex, causing several layers of defenses to be opened, and all the ghosts scattered like birds and beasts.

Jiang Hongyu was in the center of the vortex, with his head down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Upstairs, the [-]th floor of Hell is the workplace where Meng Po's make soup.

"It's finally finished. My cervical spondylosis is about to break out." A young female ghost breathed a sigh of relief. "This batch of shipments will probably take a week off."

The male manager who was subpackaging next to him put the last bottle on the table. With obsessive-compulsive disorder, he looked at a table full of transparent Mengpo soup cans that were neatly stacked and looked like mountains and peaks on the side, with a smile on his face. a happy expression.

He said: "Almost, hehe. I made twice the amount this time. Even if those idiots by the Meng Po Bridge refuse to drink again, we still have enough spare."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden violent vibration under the floor.The male manager screamed and tried to protect the bottles and cans on the table with the other ghosts.However, soon they were unable to protect themselves. With a huge roar, the room full of workers and finished Mengpo soup, together with various tools, flew up to the ceiling.Afterwards, the fragments clattered all over the ground, and the ghosts slowly fell to the ground.

After the dust settled, everyone who was trembling with their heads in their hands opened their eyes in fear.

The male manager looked at the only intact and transparent bottle of Mengpo soup in his hand, raised his head in the chaos, looked around blankly, and shed two lines of blood and tears along his cheeks.

The author says:

A stingy guy like Ke Fan will sooner or later have to use his underwear to pay off his debts.Because of Muer Xiaocute's comments in the previous chapter, every time I write that Ah Yan and Ke Fan communicate with each other, my mind is full of tactical backwardness.