Stepping on the demon door, the witch becomes the strongest.

Chapter 301 If you want to dress like a woman, just say so
When Yan Yu and Ye Jun arrived, Liu Longtao and Fan Wentang had already started fighting.

Fan Wentang was a thin young man with a mustache, veins bulging on his neck, tattoos all over his arms, curly and messy hair, and bloodshot eyes. He had the look of a natural desperado - no wonder he was recruited by a nightclub to watch the place.

The two were purely fighting with swordsmanship, or rather, Liu Longtao was suppressing and ravaging Fan Wentang the entire time.

Fan Wentang was, after all, an envoy monk. He only got the flying sword after being recruited last month. He had only learned sword-riding skills for less than a week, so naturally he was no match for Liu Longtao.

He didn't even dare to use his signature killer move rashly - after all, as long as he used his ghost, it would be a fight to the death, and Master Jing would have a reason to use his Taoist magic to kill him, so he just got beaten all over while cursing.

The Dingbei Army monks who were watching were all trying to stop the fight verbally, but no one stepped forward to break up the fight.

After all, judging from the fact that Fan Wentang was injured but not killed, we know that Jing Ye had no intention of killing him. His main purpose was to bully and humiliate the other party. Therefore, there was no need to go up and let Jing Ye catch him and hack him to vent his anger.

Perhaps guessing that Mr. Jing would not kill him, Fan Wentang cursed him rather harshly and addressed all kinds of greetings to Mr. Jing's female relatives, with an attitude of a gangster who said, "I will get it all back with my mouth after I shed all the blood."

Ye Jun also frowned after hearing this: The quality is too poor.

Yan Yu was not in a hurry to step forward, but just found a monk from the Dingbei Army who was watching and asked about Fan Wentang's background.

Fan Wentang was a nightclub thug who considered himself the lowest class in the alleys and was very familiar with the ladies in the private rooms. It was said that many of the girls even considered him their "brother"—a title that didn't have any other meaning, it just meant they were close friends. They would call each other "Brother Fan" all day long, and occasionally they would buy each other a cigarette or borrow money, which was not uncommon.

Nightclubs are frequented by a variety of customers, some of whom are more lonely and appreciate a bit of comfort. The private room girls have their own tricks for dealing with these types of customers: "Father's dead, mother's sick, brother's studying, earning money to send back home." But some of these girls are more naive, and when they encounter a handsome, smooth-talking male customer, they're completely taken advantage of.

One woman was like this. She was cheated out of her body and money by a customer. After breaking up with him, she later committed suicide by burning charcoal in her rental apartment. Fan Wentang, who was close to her, raised some money with other women and took care of her funeral. He then went back to the store to confront the customer, who threw wine in his face and told the foreman to "fire the security guard."

Fan Wentang was pulled to the back by the foreman and scolded. He was full of anger. After the scolding, he left the store and cast a spell, letting the ghost find the customer who had left the store, and then go over and murder the customer's entire family.

After hearing his confession, Ding Beijun conducted a subsequent on-site investigation and confirmed that his account was correct. The victim was a divorced mother with a child, too old to find a job, and had been scamming women for money under the guise of romance, but the money was also used to support the child. In short, it was just the kind of low-class people who harmed each other. They were all bad people with their own reasons, and it wasn't uncommon.

As for why he can use ghost magic, it can be traced back to his deceased grandfather. It is said that he was the one who performed rituals for people in the village... This is a long story, so we will not go into it for now.

After listening to the Dingbei Army monk's story, Ye Jun was slightly moved. Yan Yu, on the other hand, didn't feel anything. After all, he had seen a lot of human life, and he asked this question to satisfy his curiosity and make up for the lack of information in his previous life.

Fan Wentang's murder was motivated by revenge, not some other evil. This sense of chivalry, characteristic of the lower classes, likely explains the Dingbei Army's ultimate decision to keep him alive—since he possesses such righteousness, I can use him for my own benefit.

However, in his previous life, Yan Yu didn't like this man very much. On the one hand, the other party had poor quality, was full of foul language, had low intelligence, despised authority and hated the rich. He had taken the initiative to provoke and was taught a lesson by Chen Lingyun once, and they became enemies. As a result, his relationship with Yan Yu also became bad. He was called "wearing steel wool on the head", "playing with the young lady", "human-shaped two-headed dragon", "Mr. Big Horn", and all kinds of ugly and dirty words.

On the other hand, the Dingbei Army had trained him for so many years, so they couldn't say they treated him poorly, right? During the war to overthrow the state, Fan Wentang chose to join the other cultivators in rebellion, and was subsequently beheaded by Yan Yu himself. It can only be said that this guy was truly untameable, inherently unruly, a scum of society.

Now that he has lived two lives, Yan Yu will not deliberately make things difficult for him because of the grudges in his previous life. After all, he never talks about grudges from other lives, and always seeks revenge in this life.

But since Mr. Jing wanted to teach him a lesson, Yan Yu was happy to watch the fun.

It was not until Liu Longtao beat him to a pulp - several of his teeth were actually knocked out - that the leader in charge of the camp hurried over, went up to Liu Longtao and tried to persuade him to "give him face."

Liu Longtao didn't embarrass the leader, but simply said, "You misunderstood. Fellow Daoist Fan and I were exchanging experiences and having a friendly discussion. We weren't engaging in a life-and-death struggle."

The leader was not willing to believe him at all, and pretended not to hear his excuses. He said with a bitter face, "We also support seeking justice for the victims," "But the dead cannot be resurrected after all," "There is a shortage of monks in the current environment. Give him a chance to atone for his sins, so that he can save more civilians in the future," "The overall situation is more important, and we should tolerate each other for the sake of the country," and so on.

Even though it was unpleasant to say, it was the truth. Even if Yan Yu were to evaluate his past life, Fan Wentang had indeed killed many foreign extraordinary people. Although he made some mistakes in the final moments of his life, his overall achievements were greater than his mistakes.

Liu Longtao's face turned ashen, and he thought to himself, if I hadn't known to prioritize the overall situation, I would have chopped this beast into pieces long ago! Fan Wentang got up from the ground, spat out the blood in his mouth, and said nothing. He just stared at Jing Ye and sneered, with an arrogant and defiant look on his face that said, "Kill me if you dare."

The leader's eyes suggested that he should quickly say something nice and give in, and send this Mr. Jing away. However, Fan Wentang ignored him completely and just glared at Mr. Jing sinisterly, with the corners of his mouth silently grinning and his face full of ruthlessness.

"I don't think Xiao Fan had enough fun fighting either." Liu Longtao sneered, "Why do you have to spoil our fun, Commander?"

Seeing that Fan Wentang was still provoking, the leader was overwhelmed. Seeing Yan Yu and Ye Jun watching the fun on the side, he quickly signaled them to come over and help persuade them to stop fighting.

"Forget it, Captain, calm down." Ye Jun could only walk over and say, "There's still a long way to go, and there will be opportunities for us to spar next time."

"Indeed." Yan Yu also smiled and said, "Old Liu, why are you competing with a stray dog? It's really embarrassing."

Ye Jun persuaded Liu Longtao patiently, but he didn't feel anything. However, Yan Yu was a top cultivator of the same level as him, and was recognized by Jing Ye as "the only two heroes in the world, you and I." He had to give face to Old Yan.

Liu Longtao then exhaled a breath of foul air and said unhappily:

"Then we'll fight next time."

"Old Liu is generous." Yan Yu laughed.

Ye Jun also breathed a sigh of relief, and the three of them turned to leave, but they heard Fan Wentang suddenly say:

"What? You realized you couldn't kill me, so you're just going to run away in disgrace, huh?"

The camp leader, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, almost vomited blood when he heard this, and even thought of shooting Fan Wentang on the spot.

Liu Longtao's eyes were blazing with anger, and he was about to speak when he heard Yan Yu say:

"How about I compete with you instead, Pineapple Head?"

Pineapple head?
Ye Jun looked at Fan Wentang's messy curly hair and wanted to laugh, but felt it was inappropriate, so she could only force herself to hold it back.

The leader next to him was about to faint. I just persuaded Liu Longtao to leave, and now Yan Yu is here. What's going on? You're all lining up to mess with me, right?
"Who are you?" Fan Wentang raised his chin and asked contemptuously.

"A nobody." Yan Yu said with a smile, "No restrictions on the means, just don't kill anyone. How about coming?"

"Come on," Fan Wentang said subconsciously, "What are we betting on?"

"What are you talking about betting on?"

Fan Wentang wanted to say, "The loser should kneel down, crawl under my crotch, and bark like a dog," but the camp leader next to him had a ferocious expression, ready to devour anyone, so he didn't want to make any outrageous demands. He just said coldly:

"The loser shaves his head, changes into women's clothes, raises his finger, hoarsely says 'I'm a woman' three times, and lets the other party record it. How about that?"

"Okay." Yan Yu said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)