After the infusion, Zhang Fan did not stay in the hospital any longer, left the hospital, and returned to school.
The next week was uneventful. Zhang Fan went to and from get out of class on time every day and practiced meditation when he had time.
Under the introduction of Old Man Ouyang, Yan Dong performed several rituals for several families and earned some money, so he moved out of Zhang Fan's dormitory and rented a two-bedroom apartment in a community next to the school.
Already.
Yan Dong came here just to hang out with Zhang Fan, so naturally the closer he was to Zhang Fan, the better.
Through what happened last time, Zhang Fan could clearly feel that Old Man Ouyang was getting closer and closer to him. It seemed that he had become Old Man Ouyang's most trusted person.
Zhou Yuhan's father Zhou Xian was able to walk normally the next day. He came directly to the school to see Zhang Fan and invited Zhang Fan to have a meal to express his gratitude to Zhang Fan. However, Zhang Fan did not know anything about him.
No questions asked.
At the dinner table, Zhou Xian said this to Zhang Fan, let him let go of the past. Obsession will only bring more serious harm to me. From what I heard, Zhou Xian wanted to give up on the past and live a good life.
It’s time to come down.
Zhang Fan was happy for Zhou Yuhan and the old lady, but it was still unknown whether the other party would let Zhou Xian go.
Today is Sunday, and the three people in Zhang Fan's dormitory didn't wake up until ten o'clock.
Just before noon, when the three of them wanted to go out for dinner, there were knocks on the door. Zhang Fan stepped forward and opened the door, and a familiar face appeared in front of him, Lao Qitou!
"Why are you here?" Zhang Fan looked at Lao Qitou in surprise and asked. Dayang Town is nearly 300 kilometers away from Pingshan City.
"I'm here to give you something." Lao Qitou said with a smile.
"Send me something?" Zhang Fan was startled.
Lao Qi pointed behind him. Zhang Fan looked in the direction Lao Qi pointed. Isn't that the wooden frame of the golden nan gloomy wooden coffin?
There were six country men surrounding the frame, all six of them looking out of breath.
"Did you bring me the coffin?" Zhang Fan asked.
"Yes!" Lao Qi nodded heavily.
"Of course that thing is valuable, but you can't send a coffin as a gift. Aren't you cursing me to death?" Zhang Fan said.
"You know this coffin is a treasure, so you can get it cheap and sell it well." Lao Qitou retorted.
Zhang Fan smiled slightly.
"I've come a long way, and it's already noon. You don't even want to invite me to eat or drink, so you just let me stand here. What kind of hospitality is this?" Lao Qitou said pretending to be dissatisfied.
Zhang Fan glanced at the coffin outside the door and asked, "Did you really give me that coffin?"
"I've already brought it to you, so what's the point?" Lao Qitou said.
"Okay, then come with me, I will entertain you well." Zhang Fan said with a smile.
"That's pretty much it." Lao Qitou murmured softly.
Later, Zhang Fan told Huang Qingyun and Fang Haoming that he would not go to dinner with them, and took Lao Qitou and Lao Qitou out of the school gate and went directly to the house Yan Dong rented.
Yan Dong rented a two-bedroom apartment, Zhang Fan placed the coffin in another room, and after Lao Qitou paid the bills to the men, they left.
"Mr. Zhang, what's going on?" Yan Dong asked
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"The old man gave us the coffin, so of course we have to accept it." Zhang Fan chuckled.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Yan Dong's face suddenly flashed with joy. Yan Dong also knew that this coffin was a treasure.
"I will personally cook to entertain the old man." Yan Dong said with a smile.
"No need, I ordered takeout before I left school, and I also have a few bottles of wine. It should be delivered in five or six minutes." Zhang Fan said. Zhang Fan, who has been in Pingshan City for nearly a month, has truly integrated into urban life.
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"Okay then." Yan Dong said. After saying this, Yan Dong took a look at the coffin in the same room. Yan Dong was very interested in this coffin. He didn't come and study it carefully last time. He must study it carefully this time.
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In about five or six minutes, the takeout was delivered. Zhang Fan ordered five dishes in total, and they were all hard dishes with high prices. He also ordered two bottles of liquor. The three of them chatted while eating and drinking.
After drinking for three rounds, Lao Qitou was slightly drunk. He raised his glass and looked at Zhang Fan and said: "Zhang Fan, thank you for what happened last time. Without you, I am afraid that Lao Qitou and I would have become one of those pitfalls.
This coffin is something special to me, so I will do it first as a token of respect."
Lao Qitou brought the coffin to Zhang Fan this time, actually to repay his kindness. In the last battle against the Floating Corpse, Zhang Fan was not only injured, but also lost a precious talisman. Lao Qitou felt deeply for Zhang Fan.
Guilt.
"Has your daughter's matter been resolved?" Zhang Fan looked at Lao Qi and asked.
Lao Qi glanced at Zhang Fan, and then sighed heavily, "No."
"Why is it not solved? Didn't you follow Hei Wuchang's request to you?" Zhang Fan asked with some confusion.
"It was indeed done, but Hei Wuchang said that my daughter secretly escaped from the eighteenth level of hell, injured a ghost, and violated the laws of the underworld. She needs me to capture another hundred ghosts to atone for her sins." The old man said.
They all said together, "My daughter is really..."
After hearing Lao Qitou's words, Zhang Fan frowned slightly. Looking at Lao Qitou's appearance, he believed Hei Wuchang's words. He had not done anything in the underworld for many years, and Lao Qitou seemed to be enslaved by the underworld.
This matter is not simple in Zhang Fan's opinion. According to historical records, the Eighteenth Level of Hell is a place where sinful ghosts are imprisoned. Each ghost is very powerful. Therefore, it is arranged in the Eighteenth Level of Hell.
The ghosts are all very strong.
Moreover, each ghost in the eighteen levels of hell is chained with several soul-binding chains, and is subject to punishment all the time. How can there be a chance to escape?
However, Zhang Fan did not point it out in front of Lao Qitou. After all, these were all his guesses, and he had never actually been to the eighteenth level of hell. Zhang Fan asked: "Then what are your plans in the future?
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"I have sold out the coffin shop. From now on, I will travel all over the country to catch a hundred ghosts as soon as possible so that my daughter can have a chance to be reincarnated." Lao Qitou said.
"Okay, then I wish you can catch a hundred ghosts as soon as possible." Zhang Fan raised his wine glass and clinked it gently with Lao Qitou.
Afterwards, the three of them continued to make some jokes. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when they finished drinking. Each of the three of them drank more than a kilogram. They were all a little confused. So after drinking, the three of them fell down.
Big fell asleep.
Zhang Fan and Yan Dong didn't get up from bed until five o'clock in the afternoon, but Lao Qitou was already gone.
Yan Dong rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Mr. Zhang, do you think Lao Qitou's daughter can really sneak out of the 18th level of hell and injure evil ghosts?"