The strength of the female ghost is not weak, it is almost impossible to completely burn it to ashes.
So Ye Fan deliberately used some "special materials" when making this fake corpse.
And the flame burning in Ye Fan's hands was also the cold fire he specially borrowed from Zhu Jiu Yin.
This kind of flame, although the appearance is faint blue, but the actual temperature is very high, it can burn the fake corpse more thoroughly.
Although Ye Fan borrowed the cold fire, this fake corpse burned a stick of incense for a long time before it turned into ashes.
"come here!"
Ye Fan looked at the few little monks who stood at the door of the torture chamber after cleaning the execution platform, and pointed to one of them and said to him.
The man was named by Ye Fan, and he was dumbfounded, and walked forward two steps tremblingly.
"Put these ashes in a jar, and I will go on business with Lord Dijiang."
After hearing Ye Fan's request, the little monk only hated that he had lost two legs. He quickly found an empty jar and swept in all the "ashes" on the ground.
Ye Fan took the pot of ashes and looked very disgusted.
"Really, it saves dust, and trouble me."
With such a complaint, Ye Fan still took the pot of "cremains" and came to Dijiang's office.
Di Jiang opened the office door with a serious face, and when Ye Fan came in and closed the door, he immediately changed his face.
"Hurry up, hurry up, take out the female ghost, don't be suffocated."
Di Jiang said eagerly.
"Don't worry, I have the time."
Ye Fan casually threw the ashes aside, this thing has completed his mission.
As soon as the mind moved, the body of the female Yan appeared on the floor of the office, and Di Jiang hurriedly fed a dark pill into the female Yan's mouth.
After taking the dark pill, the female Yanyou woke up.
The female ghost just wanted to sit up, but affected the wound on her body, "hissed" and lay down again.
"You lie down well first."
Di Jiang took a look at Ye Fan and complained.
"You're too cruel to strike, you obviously have to stab so many swords to solve things that can be solved with one sword."
Ye Fan curled his lips indifferently.
"Not to mention, I only stabbed them. They didn't believe it or not. They only said that they were making trouble like that. I don't want to be cruel, how could they easily let go of the female man's body."
The female ghost coughed twice and said weakly.
"It's not good, Ye Fan avoided all the vital points when he started. These injuries just looked serious, and coupled with the bleeding a lot, I was so weak."
Ye Fan smiled and looked at the female ghost. He thought he had hurt the female ghost so much, and the female ghost would inevitably get angry with him. He didn't expect that she didn't blame himself at all.
With that, Ye Fan took out a piece of transparent colloid from Na Ring.
"Take this with you first, so as not to be discovered by them. You hide here first these days."
This is the immortal soil coming from Fuxi.
The woman nodded, but it was not easy for her to do it because of her body injury.
So Ye Fan took it personally and started playing tricks on her face.
Due to the fact that the girl has no hair, after thinking for a while, Ye Fan developed a very convenient image for her.
After a while, under Ye Fan's fiddle, a handsome young monk appeared in front of the two of them.
"I didn't expect you to have this craft!"
Di Jiang glanced at Ye Fan approvingly.