The goddess' personal evil doctor - Chapter 700

Chapter 700

Gu Fan didn’t expect that the people in the trial place were even more ruthless than himself, but it was a good way. It was too cheap for people like Huang Baocheng to kill him directly.

This kind of scum should be spurned and tortured!

Not long after, Huang Baocheng was taken to the No. 8 Courtyard. He was tied to the cross, bearing the hostile eyes cast by countless people.

Now everyone knows that Huang Baocheng was the one who stole clothes and calming pill and blamed Gu Fan by the way.

How much they had spurned on Gu Fan before, now they have returned everything to Huang Baocheng, and they are more than a few times stronger!

“Dog bastard, because we have called you for so long, we didn’t expect you to be this kind of person.”

“Use our jealousy and enmity to let us spit on Brother Fan infinitely? It’s a good calculation, you are a scumbag, and you are not worthy to live in the world.”

An angry roar, like a sharp knife, struck Huang Baocheng’s heart one after another. His whole heart was already bloody. What a beautiful scenery he used to be, but now, what Gu Fan has endured, Absolutely on himself.

For Gu Fan, everything in front of him was so familiar. Not long ago, was he not the object of being cast aside? This kind of mental torture is no less than an attack by a strong man.

But fortunately, it was all over, the truth came out, and the culprit also surfaced.

A group of people beat Huang Baocheng frantically, and some even brought a bucket of excrement and piss on him. At first, Huang Baocheng felt very uncomfortable in his heart and felt the extreme, but as time went on, he gradually got used to it.

From the third day when he was cast aside, Huang Baocheng no longer had any anger on his face, and he stopped insulting Gu Fan. He just muttered repeatedly: “You won’t live long, you won’t live long. It’s…”

Everyone could see that Huang Baocheng seemed to be a little mentally disturbed. He must have been hit too hard and his mind was directly destroyed.

However, Huang Baocheng was not crazy. He just thought that Gu Fan was about to be attacked by the’Ancient Wrathful Curse’, and he felt a little bit relieved. This was his only spiritual sustenance at the moment.

He can be shameless and tortured by others, but Gu Fan, he would never want to live, and he would be a stumbling block when he died, no loss!

In the past few days, Gu Fan heard that sentence several times from Huang Baocheng’s mouth, thinking of the major events Chen Hui had said before his death, his heart became more restless, and he always had an ominous premonition.

This ominous premonition will come true one day.

On that day, Gu Fan suddenly felt upset inexplicably. He suffered from insomnia all night and all night. He wanted to use practice to replace sleep, but he couldn’t enter the state. The whole person was unprecedentedly irritable.

This kind of irritability didn’t know why, but it followed him like a shadow. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t be restrained.

In just three days, Gu Fan’s face began to pale and haggard, but everyone could see that he was ill. Everyone asked what was wrong with him, but Gu Fan could only report a sorrowful smile, without knowing the reason. .

On the fourth day, as long as Gu Fan calmed down, he seemed to be able to see countless demons surrounding him, no matter how he bombed, he couldn’t destroy those illusions.

From that moment on, people frequently saw that Gu Fan seemed to be insane, often waving his fists and feet alone, and his haggard face, even though everyone didn’t want to think about it, they also felt that he was insane.

The spirit was violently shocked, and Gu Fan was panicked all day long, and finally figured out that this day might be Huang Baocheng’s ultimate move.

He dragged his tired body and swayed to the No. 8 courtyard, beating Huang Baocheng frantically, and said angrily: “What did you do to me!”

After several days of being tortured, Huang Baocheng is no longer a ghost or a ghost. He grinned and revealed a row of yellow teeth. Lao Tzu is proud, I am a dying person, so why are you? What, I really want to know why? Lao Tzu won’t tell you.”

At this moment, Gu Fan finally realized how terrible it was to provoke a metamorphosis. This kind of psychologically distorted person can no longer be treated with common sense, and what hurts most is Huang Baocheng’s horrible method!

Gu Fan always felt that he was surrounded by ghosts and spirits, and his spirits were rapidly wilting. Facing Huang Baocheng’s laughter, his murderous aura could no longer be concealed.

“Then you can die first!”

Bang bang bang bang.

Countless fists were smashed, Huang Baocheng lost his life on the spot, and the corpse quickly rotted into a ball, the stench came, and Gu Fan fainted.

…

Fang Qian sat beside the bed, looking at the nightmare Gu Fan, her eyebrows frowned and her heart was very weak.

In recent days, there has been widespread news that Gu Fan has gone mad. Fang Qian didn’t take it to heart. Until today, when she saw Gu Fan fainted in the courtyard, she realized that it was extraordinary.

At this time, Gu Fan still didn’t wake up, but he was sweating all over, like a nightmare, waving his hands and feet constantly, as if to break something.

Relying on Fang Qianyang’s cultivation in the later stage of the spiritual realm, she explored for a long time, but could not see any information. Gu Fan is the rising star of No. 8 Courtyard, and she is naturally extremely anxious.

No injuries, no poisoning, what is going on?

Fang Qian was puzzled, and then found a strong Yang Ling realm peak, but the result was exactly the same, unable to find out any reason.

This ancient curse of resentful spirits is not well known to the world, and people’s awareness of it is almost zero. Moreover, relying on the cultivation of the strong, there is no alternative. It can be seen how terrifying the evil spirit door is, and the destruction of this sect is also As expected.

At first, Gu Fan’s coma didn’t cause much storms. After all, he was only a member of No. 8 Courtyard, but after a few days, the palace lord of Shenfu learned the news.

For Fang Qian, Gu Fan is a magic weapon to build a front-end ranking, but for a certain supreme figure, this is the existence of a large formation. How can he die like this? If you want to die, you have to die in the big battle.

Therefore, without anyone knowing about it, the Palace Master came to Gu Fan’s room in person.

The palace lord, as the top-level figure of the gods, always sees the dragon without seeing the end. Ninety percent of the disciples don’t know who he is. If Gu Fan could see him at this time, he would surely find that this person is just the past. Presided over the battle of the fate list in the ancient martial arts world, and brought him into the small world of the south wind!

Nan Feng, who was at the pinnacle of the Yang Ling realm and possessed the laws of the third layer of space, probed Gu Fan for a long time, but couldn’t know the reason for Gu Fan’s coma, which made his gray eyebrows fiercely raised.

When it comes to cultivation base and combat power, or various other comprehensive aspects, Nanfeng is second only to the terrifying Holy Lord in the entire City of Holy Light. If the Holy Lord does not come out, no one is its opponent. Even if he couldn’t find the reason, this incident seemed extremely shocking.

“I have long heard about your ill-fated destiny, but I never expected that you could decay into such a virtue!” Nan Feng muttered very depressed: “What kind of strange disease is this. Ordinary people may not be able to get it in their entire life. Lao Tzu, hold on to it, someone will take your life.”

After muttering, Nan Feng’s figure disappeared directly into the room, and instead appeared on the top of a mountain.

At this moment, on the edge of the cliff, there is a woman in fluttering clothes standing proudly in the wind, her face is covered with a veil, so people can’t see her face, and she often stands alone here in a daze, and I don’t know why .

Undoubtedly, this is the Holy Lord.

Nan Feng slowly stepped forward and reverently said: “Holy Lord, the chosen man has suffered a catastrophe. Seeing that his aura is about to die, even I can’t detect the cause of his illness. He has been in a coma for nearly half a month.”

The Holy Master didn’t know about this before, but she seemed calm, and without a second word, she waved her hand directly, disappeared in place with the south wind, and returned to Gu Fan’s room.

In front of the Holy Lord, even the terrifying powerhouse such as Nan Feng seemed extremely small!

This is also the first time Nan Feng has seen the power of the law from the Holy Lord. The power contained in it makes him tremble. It is said that there is a higher realm above the Yang Ling realm. Nan Feng didn’t believe it originally, but today , But he had to believe it.

This holy lord is probably an invincible powerhouse on the peak of the Yang Spirit Realm with its shocking power!