"Tell me how to contact that ghost. If possible, I will find a way to help your son escape from the tiger's mouth." Zhang Fan said, looking at the soul of the thin old man.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the skinny old man's dark eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously said: "Really?"
Zhang Fan nodded slightly, "I will try my best."
"Thank you Mr. Zhang, thank you Mr. Zhang." The ghost of the thin old man thanked Zhang Fan repeatedly, "I will tell you how to contact the ghost right now. Open my phone and find the name in the address book.
For those with “11”, just dial it directly.”
Zhang Fan took out his mobile phone from the pocket of the skinny old man's body and found the person named "11", but Zhang Fan did not call him. In Zhang Fan's opinion, now was not the time.
Zhang Fan glanced at the soul of the thin old man, pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, suicide is the best choice for you.
By committing suicide, you have repaid some life debt.
In addition, I don’t think it makes much sense for you to save your son at the expense of hurting others. If your son is not as heinous as you, but a kind-hearted person, even if he is rescued by you one day, he will still be affected by this.
And I carry a heavy burden in my heart.”
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the skinny old man's brows raised. Judging from his expression, it seemed that he might wake up the dreamer with his words.
"Also, your death is probably a good thing for your son. If you die, your son will have no use value, and they will probably let your son go." Zhang Fan said.
The skinny old man's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, and he said repeatedly: "Yes! Yes! If I die, my son will have no use value to them, and my son will be safe."
Looking at the ghostly appearance of the thin old man, he felt much more relaxed than before.
"This is also my idea of saving your son." Zhang Fan continued.
"You mean, find a way to spread the news of my death to the ears of those who control my son?" asked the ghost of the thin old man.
"Yes!" Zhang Fan nodded heavily.
"Only I know the things between me and them. If you take the initiative to call me, they will definitely think that I leaked the secret, and they will definitely impose the punishment on my son. Even if they know that I am dead, they will not
Let my son go, so you must not make this call.
We can only let them discover my body naturally and know that I am dead. However, the two of us contacted each other by phone and agreed on the meeting place in advance. Therefore, it is difficult for him to naturally discover my body.
There was a sad look on the old man's ghostly face.
"I can't make this call, but she can." Zhang Fan pointed to Xiao Shuang beside him.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, not only a look of doubt appeared on the face of the skinny old man Yinhun, but also on Xiao Shuang's face.
"I have been taking advantage of Xiaoshuang. They know it. Wouldn't it be completely exposed if Xiaoshuang makes this call?" the ghost of the thin old man answered.
"But Xiaoshuang doesn't know that you are using him, and Xiaoshuang is very loyal to you and respects you as his master." Zhang
Ordinary way.
"What do you mean?" The skinny old man's ghost still didn't understand.
"You passed away suddenly without Xiaoshuang knowing that you were using her. Should Xiaoshuang prepare a funeral for you?" Zhang Fan asked, looking at the ghost of the thin old man.
"Yes!" The ghost of the thin old man nodded slightly.
"If he holds a funeral for you, does he have to notify your relatives and friends?" Zhang Fan continued to ask.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, a look of surprise appeared on the faces of the skinny old man Yin Hun and Xiao Shuang.
"I understand, you want Xiaoshuang to take advantage of the opportunity of holding my funeral to call the ghost to inform the ghost that I am dead, so that the ghost will not suspect it. After all, a funeral must be held.
The person who called me to notify my relatives and friends, his mobile phone number is in my mobile phone, so it is normal to notify him." said the ghost of the thin old man.
"My idea is to try this idea first. If the other party lets your son go, everyone will be happy. If they don't let your son go, I will think of other ways. If I really can't think of it in the end, then there is nothing I can do."
Zhang Fan said to the ghost of the thin old man.
"You can help me come up with this solution, I'm very grateful to you, thank you!" The ghost of the thin old man said while bowing deeply to Zhang Fan.
"This is just an idea of mine, but it requires Xiao Shuang's cooperation. However, I don't know if Xiao Shuang is willing." Zhang Fan said.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the corners of the skinny old man's mouth trembled slightly. He looked at Xiaoshuang with an embarrassed look, and then asked tentatively: "Xiao...Xiaoshuang, are you...are you willing to help?"
Master, this time?"
The ghost of the thin old man was very worried about whether Xiaoshuang would help him. After all, he killed Xiaoshuang's parents. There was a high possibility that Xiaoshuang would not help him. However, even if Xiaoshuang did not help him in the end,
He, he can also understand Xiao Shuang.
Xiaoshuang glanced at the ghost of the thin old man, and after a brief silence, he sighed slightly, "Forget it, forget it, everything is over, you have suffered retribution, no matter what, I was raised by you.
Yes, let's end this grudge. Don't affect our next generation. I'll help you with this."
Hearing Xiaoshuang's words, the skinny old man Yinhun's face immediately showed a hint of joy. Then, looking at Xiaoshuang's face, he said gratefully: "Thank you... thank you..."
"I haven't finished handling the matters here yet. I can't take your body to South China Province for a funeral yet. You can go to the underworld first. However, don't worry. I will rush to South China Province immediately after I finish handling the matters here.
Deal with your son's matter." Zhang Fan said to the ghost of the thin old man.
The ghost of the thin old man glanced at Zhang Fan. After hesitating for a while, he said: "Mr. Zhang, I want to see my son again. After my son is rescued, I will return to the underworld. Do you think that's okay?"
The ghost of the thin old man looked at Zhang Fan with eyes full of expectation.
Facing the longing look of the skinny old man, Zhang Fan couldn't bear to refuse, "Well, you stay with me until your funeral is over. By then, no matter whether I see you or not,
Son, you will go to the underworld."
"Okay! Okay!" The ghost of the thin old man nodded heavily.