Hearing Fang Yan's words, Zhang Fan nodded slightly. Indeed, it was not unusual for two students to stand at the door of the Internet cafe. In addition, they did not follow Li Desheng, but looked at the situation at the door, which should not attract Li Desheng's attention.

"Then have you ever met Li Desheng alone?" Zhang Fan asked.

"No!" Fang Yan shook his head, "I have been waiting for your arrangement and I didn't dare to act alone."

Fang Yan had never met Li Desheng. How did Li Desheng know that Zhang Fan and Fang Yan had a cooperative relationship.

The next moment, the eyes of the two lit up at the same time, and they said in unison: "He is in the same group as the evil ghost?"

When the two of them were dealing with the evil ghosts, they stood on the united front for the first time, and only the evil ghosts knew that the two had a cooperative relationship.

"Mr. Zhang, look..." Fang Yan pointed to the corner of the wall, and then quickly walked towards the corner of the wall.

Fang Yan bent down and picked up something, walked towards Zhang Fan again, and handed it to Zhang Fan.

It was a porcelain bottle with a strange red light. There was a bloody smell on it. Moreover, at the bottom of the porcelain bottle, there was a black "卍"-shaped Taoist seal, and a large amount of Taoist energy was spread on it.

However, the inside of the porcelain bottle was indeed empty and there was nothing.

"What is this?" Zhang Fan asked looking at Fang Yan.

"I don't know what this is, but I've seen something exactly like this in the evil ghost." Fang Yan stared at the porcelain bottle and said angrily.

This porcelain bottle has proved that the evil ghost and Li Desheng are in the same group. For so many years, Fang Yan has been tricked by this man and a ghost. How could Fang Yan not be angry?

"Let's look for it again to see if there are any other clues." Zhang Fan didn't know how to comfort Fang Yan, so he gently patted Fang Yan's shoulder, and then left the master bedroom.

The two searched for nearly half an hour and found no other clues. They had to leave Li Desheng's home with porcelain bottles and return to Yan Dong's residence.

After returning to Yan Dong's residence, Fang Yan reluctantly looked at Old Man Ouyang and Yan Dong and smiled a few times, then locked himself in a room.

"What's wrong? Have you solved Li Desheng?" Old Man Ouyang looked at Zhang Fan and asked.

"No, I'm fooled." Zhang Fan sighed heavily, and Zhang Fan turned his eyes to Yan Dong, "Is there any food?"

"If you have rice, you just have no food. I'll make some fried rice for you." Yan Dong replied.

"Okay!" Zhang Fan nodded slightly.

Soon, Yan Dong's fried rice was on the table. During this period, Zhang Fan and Old Man Ouyang told the situation just now.

"Then did Li Desheng leave any clues?" asked Old Man Ouyang.

"No." Zhang Fan took a sip of water and responded.

"Li Desheng is hard to find, so we should not think about it. It is unrealistic to find it. The target of the evil ghost is me, and he will sooner or later appear in front of me." Zhang Fan comforted himself.

Then, Zhang Fan turned his attention to Old Man Ouyang and Yan Dong, "By the way, you two should be careful in normal times."

“We know.”

Both of them nodded.

Soon, Zhang Fan finished a bowl of fried rice with eggs, and then went directly to Pingshan No. 1 Hospital.

I haven't seen Fatty Huang Qingyun for several days to see how the fat man recovers.

Zhang Fan directly pushed open the door of the ward and smiled, "Fatty, are you better?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Qingyun, who was eating apples, turned his attention to Zhang Fan, "Brother Fan is here, the doctor said he has recovered well."

"That's good." Zhang Fan smiled.

Zhang Fan and Fang Haoming also greeted him, but in addition to Fang Haoming, there was an extra middle-aged woman about 45 years old and average-looking in the room.

"Oh, Brother Fan, I'll introduce you to me. This is my mother."

"Mom, this is the college classmate Zhang Fan I often talk to you."

Huang Qingyun introduced to each other.

"Hello Auntie." Zhang Fan smiled and said hello to Huang Qingyun's mother.

"Hello Xiaofan, this time Qingyun was injured and lost to you two for your care. I want to thank you very much." Huang Qingyun's mother looked at the two of them and said gratefully.

"It should be." At this time, Fang Haoming continued.

Zhang Fan did not speak. Huang Qingyun's injury was caused by him. He felt very guilty. Zhang Fan did not tell the situation in front of Huang Qingyun's mother, not because he wanted to escape responsibility. He was afraid that Huang Qingyun's mother would blame him, but just didn't want Huang Qingyun's mother to worry too much.

"Haoming, go back and rest for a while, I'll be here to accompany Qingyun." Zhang Fan looked at Fang Haoming and said.

"Okay, Brother Fan, then I'll go back and rest." Fang Haoming did not refuse. It was a physical job to spend time with the bed in the hospital.

"Good rest." Huang Qingyun's mother said, and then turned her eyes to Zhang Fan, "Xiaofan, you can go back later, I can just take care of Qingyun by myself."

"It's okay, aunt, you're so polite." Zhang Fan said with a smile.

Afterwards, Fang Haoming told Huang Qingyun and Huang Qingyun's mother apart, and left the hospital.

Huang Qingyun looked at his mother a few times, looking at her with something to say. She plucked up the courage and looked at his mother and said, "Mom, where is my dad?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Qingyun's mother was stunned, and then smiled indifferently: "I told you when you were a child that your father has left, why did you remember to ask your father?"

After saying this, Huang Qingyun's mother seemed to have thought of something. She quickly picked up Huang Qingyun's face and asked with concern: "Son, are you okay in your head? Do you remember what happened before?"

"Mom, you misunderstood. I remember clearly what happened before. I remember you told me that my dad passed away, and left me with the only legacy, this small pendant." As he said that, Huang Qingyun took out the pendant hanging around his neck.

"It's fine...it's fine..." Huang Qingyun's mother relaxed a little.

"Mom, is my dad not dead?" Huang Qingyun continued to ask.

Hearing Huang Qingyun's words, Huang Qingyun's mother paused slightly when she was holding the thermos, and then said, "What are you saying? Can I still lie to you in such a thing? If he is alive and you grow up so old, how could he not come back to see you?"

"Mom, don't lie to me." Huang Qingyun continued, "Brother Fan is a master Xiangbu. He has seen from my appearance. My father is not dead. Just tell me what's going on."

Hearing this, Zhang Fan was stunned and the fat man sold himself in an instant.

I saw that Huang Qingyun's mother turned her eyes to Zhang Fan, looked at Zhang Fan, then looked back at Huang Qingyun and said, "Xiao Fan is still young and has a very shallow Taoist practice. He must have read it wrong."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!