Under Yang Fan's intimidation, the monk seriously performed a passing ritual for the girl with the fluffy braids in the way he understood, but it had no effect.
Not only did it not send her away, but it also awakened the girl's Divine Soul, who had just died and was in a foggy state.
This girl was fierce too. The moment her Divine Soul awoke, she lunged at the blood-colored bamboo scroll on the ground, repeating her previous trick by taking a small knife to slash her own palm, seemingly ready to go another three hundred rounds with Yang Fan.
"Hey, you're dead, hurry up and get lost!" Yang Fan had no choice but to do things his way.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then her face suddenly broke into a sinister smile, "Dead, dying is good, the pain of death should be enough to thoroughly kill you, you meddlesome bastard!"
Yang Fan rolled his eyes and swung the wooden mace in his hand without hesitation.
"Get lost, you idiot, I rely on killing ghosts to improve my cultivation."
