"What's wrong?"

"I suspect she has a serious schizophrenia."

“How serious?”

"It's hard to say."

After the woman finished speaking, she sighed, "Hypnosis is just a means and cannot fundamentally solve the problem. Moreover, if her second personality is strongly aggressive and dangerous, do you really want to do this?"

"Actually, I suspect she is a ghost."

"What?"

"The ghost is on the body."

"Shouldn't the ghost body be your professional field?"

"Yes, but do you think catching ghosts is really that simple?"

Chen Fan sat on the stool on the side, "There are actually many kinds of ghosts. Some are easy to deal with, while others are difficult. The main thing is to depend on the depth of Taoism. If it is in a normal situation, it can be easily handled, as long as you can beat it, and there are some more troublesome ones. Just like now, one soul is attached to another soul, causing itself to fall asleep. In this state, you can't see it or see it, so there is no way. She has to keep following me like this. Even if the gods descend to earth, it will be difficult to deal with her. Therefore, the only way is to let the soul of the body fall into a deep sleep, and the outsiders have to face us directly."

"Since you mean, you are trying to make me face a devil."

The woman rubbed her arms and leaned against the side, "There is such a great risk, why don't you do it yourself?"

"You're more professional."

"How many times will I be assigned to afterwards?"

"this."

Chen Fan compared a "two" with his hands.

"No, at least I need this."

The woman compared a "five" with her fingers.

"It's time to bargain with me? I'm getting more and more aware."

"Hmph, you have earned so much, can't you share a little bit of it with me? Hei Xin is dead."

The woman chuckled, took a sip of water, and put the cup aside, "If you really can't bear to leave money, that's fine, I don't mind asking for something else."

"You'd better want money."

Chen Fan looked helpless and turned his head to signal the woman to get on. The woman looked at him with an ambiguous look, nodded and left.

"Crash."

The curtain outside was pulled up.

The woman sat in front of Yang Mumu, "Little sister, can we make a game?"

Yang Mumu looked at her with a cute look on his face and nodded, "Okay."

"In a while, I will do whatever I say, okay?"

"Um."

The woman was quite satisfied and smiled with her lips.

About ten minutes later, Chen Fan couldn't help but poke his head out from behind.

At this time, the woman was walking slowly and gracefully beside Yang Mumu. Every step he took, his feet were drawing circles on the ground, "Now, what have you seen?"

The poplar Mumu did not move, as if his chest was undulating violently, "I saw...I saw..."

"What did you see?"

"Blood…"

"What?"

"Blood…"

"Whose blood?"

"Mom's body is full of blood..."

"Mom's body is covered with blood?"

"Yes, it's all... it's all blood..."

"Whose blood is on my mother's body?"

"Yes... dad... dad's blood..."

The woman was slightly surprised, held the chair and asked in the girl's ear, "Why does mom have dad's blood..."

"Mom, holding a knife, stabbed into Dad's chest..."

"Her hands are holding a knife?"

"Yes, she is holding a knife in her hand..."

"What is mom doing?"

"She is looking in the mirror and smiling at it."

"Can you see what's inside the mirror?"

"Inside the mirror, inside the mirror..."

The girl's breathing became more rapid, her chest was undulating violently, "In the mirror..."

"What's in the mirror?"

"In the mirror..."

"Swish--"

Suddenly, Yang Mumu, who was sitting on the chair with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

The woman turned her head and saw it, and was startled.

It turned out that at some point, Yang Mumu's pupils severely shrank, and his black eyes became extremely light, gray, and could hardly see clearly. The originally very watery big eyes were white, and it was very scary with the pupils that were only the size of soybeans!

The woman's legs became weak and almost sat directly on the ground. Chen Fan stood behind the woman and signaled her to calm down. Then the woman squatted down quietly and looked at Yang Mumu in a pretentious manner, "Mumu?"

"She's scared, why do you want to scare her?"

Yang Mumu did not move, straightening his body, keeping his face sitting upright.

"Who are you?"

If you are an individual, you can see something is wrong here. The woman is not sure whether Yang Mumu's potential personality appears at this time or whether she is possessed by a evil spirit.

"I am me, you don't need to know who I am."

Yang Mumu said, with a grim smile on his lips, "You shouldn't wake me up."

Yang Mumu said, staring at the woman's eyes and slowly raised her hand.

At this moment, the woman's body stopped moving, and was fixed there like a wooden sculpture, opening her mouth slightly, her eyes flashing, as if she had seen something from Yang Mumu's eyes.

"ha…"

A chill spurted out of her mouth, Yang Mumu's hand slowly stretched towards the woman's eyes...

"Bang."

Just as her hand was about to touch the woman's eyes, suddenly, her wrist was grabbed by one hand.

Yang Mumu's body stiffened.

She turned her head slowly.

The expression is weird and ferocious.

Yang Mumu's face is still the pretty and cute little face.

But that face was already as white as if it was covered with a layer of flour, and it was indescribably weird and scary.

She had black hair, white face, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down her eyes. She opened her mouth slightly, and her body was already cold.

"ha--"

There was another cold air squirting out of her mouth.

At this time, Chen Fan's expression was also expressionless on the ground.

"Are you...are you afraid of me..."

The woman looked at Chen Fan with her head tilted, and her body softened, and she actually poked her head in the direction of Chen Fan, "Are you... afraid of me..."

As he said that, Yang Mumu laughed strangely like a lunatic, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The slender tongue licked his lips, and when he licked his lips, it turned out to be as red as blood. In an instant, the face was even more terrifying than before.

Her nails grew out little by little and began to bend, looking extremely sharp.

At this moment, Chen Fan gently broke his hand and leaned closer, staring at Yang Mumu's face face, staring at him tightly, as if he was looking at something.

The woman pouted and gently blew a white cold air out of her mouth. The cold air squirted on Chen Fan's face. The big white face smiled charmingly and hideously, "Hmph."

Chen Fan curled his lips and smiled.

A few embarrassing seconds.

Just after the two of them looked at each other, Chen Fan suddenly pouted and sat down to kiss him...

Damn?
Chapter completed!