The short-haired man explained the current predicament of wizards. They did not want to do anything harmful to nature, and it was difficult to make money based on their skills. Although they had the same ability to eliminate evil spirits as the people in Xuanmen, people just talked about witches.
This may be a true portrayal of what you sow and what you reap. In this way, the wizard lineage has formed a vicious cycle.
Those wizards who did evil did make money, but when they got to the underworld, they had to pay back the debts for the sins they had committed during their lifetime.
“Central China Province?
Master is still dead?
He also buys a house and a car, why does he sound so much like Li Song?"
Fang Yan frowned and murmured softly.
After being reminded by Fang Yan, Zhang Fan really felt that he was talking about Li Song.
"I don't know what that person's name is, and I've never seen him before. I was so envious that I didn't ask any more questions."
The short-haired man looked at Fang Yan and answered.
Zhang Fan found a photo of Li Song from his mobile phone and handed it to the short-haired man. "Take a photo with your mobile phone and send this photo to your friend. Check with your friend whether it is this person?"
The short-haired man glanced at Zhang Fan, thought for a moment and then said: "Are you the ones from the Xuanmen?"
"If it is this person, we are among those members of the Xuanmen. The person in front of us is the extremely talented young man who is followed by Li Song."
Fang Yan took the call.
"Okay...ok...I'll send it to him and let him see it."
After the short-haired man took the photo, he quickly sent it to his friend.
The short-haired man turned on the WeChat speaker.
"Yes! That's him, his name is Li Song! This kid is living a very good life now, huh?
Where did you get his photo?"
After receiving this affirmative answer, the short-haired man felt happy. At this time, he felt that his future was bright.
"Little sir, didn't you just say that you wanted me to be tied to a boat with you?
I am willing, I am very willing, I will worship you as my eldest brother now! I will be loyal to you from now on, I just hope to have the same treatment as Li Song."
As the short-haired man spoke, he clasped his fists at Zhang Fan seriously.
"You don't need to worship me as your eldest brother. This time we have a deal. If you help me this time, I promise to help you find at least ten jobs and make you earn 5 million.
Relationships are created through friendship and are not achieved overnight. After ten days, if I feel that you are not good enough, I will not help you anymore. If I feel that you are good, then we are friends and it doesn’t matter whether I can help you or not."
Zhang Fan said.
Although what Zhang Fan said was not very pleasant, the short-haired man was not disgusted by Zhang Fan's words. It was only normal for Zhang Fan to say this. If he agreed directly and unconditionally, it would make him feel that it was Zhang Fan just to take advantage of him.
His expediency.
"Okay, then let's make this deal."
The short-haired man said, "Although we are also three people, and the other party is also three people, our strength..."
"Having you as an undercover agent is enough to make up for the shortcomings in strength."
Zhang Fan took the words and said.
There is nothing more useful to a man with a short haircut than this. This is undoubtedly a shot in the arm that the man with a short haircut usually receives little attention, and his spirit is instantly lifted.
"I've almost rested. Let's set off. When we see the hospital later, we'll stop for a while and I'll bandage the wound."
The short-haired man continued.
Zhang Fan got off the car directly and came to the back row. At the same time, he took out the silver needle from his silver needle bag.
The short-haired man looked at Zhang Fan in astonishment, "Sir, what are you doing..."
"Mr. Zhang is treating your injuries."
Fang Yan took the words and said, "Just hold it up."
When the short-haired man looked puzzled, Zhang Fan had already applied silver needles to the short-haired man. Although he had doubts, he did not move. He waited for Zhang Fan to apply the needles with the mentality of giving it a try.
Five minutes later, he saw that the wounds on his arms and chest were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pain on his ribs was gradually reducing. The short-haired man's eyes were filled with horror, "This... this... I'll rub it!"
The injuries on the short-haired man slowly healed under the horrified gaze of the short-haired man.
"I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to come into contact with a soul healer!"
The short-haired man looked at Zhang Fan and said excitedly.
Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing.
The car started slowly and drove towards Mengxi Wa Autonomous County. At five o'clock in the afternoon, the three of them arrived at Muyiji Divine Valley Scenic Area in Mengxi Wa Autonomous County on time. Directly opposite the scenic area was a five-star hotel.
On the right side of this scenic spot is a three-star hotel. The short-haired man said that the "big brother" always stayed in the best hotels wherever he went. He wanted to arrange the "big brother"'s room in a five-star hotel. Zhang Fan
He and Fang Yan did not stay in these two-star hotels. Instead, they found a private house that was similar to a farmhouse and rented it. It had a small yard and was much more comfortable than a hotel.
In fact, the environment of the two hotels is not very different.
After settling in the room and the venison, the short-haired man came to the small courtyard where Zhang Fan and Fang Yan rented, and praised the small courtyard repeatedly, saying that it was much better than a hotel.
"They just called me again and asked me about your situation. I said that you were staying at the Samsung Hotel next door. When they come tomorrow, they will probably go to the Samsung Hotel to guard you. If they can't stay there, I will tell you that I
I don’t know when you left, so this matter is over.”
The short-haired man looked at Zhang Fan and Fang Yan and said, "By the way, Mr. Fang doesn't have any spiritual stones on him. I suggest you show less face to face in the future. If anything happens, Mr. Zhang can go out and have a look."
Fang Yan nodded without refuting.
After a meal, the three of them had a general understanding of each other. The short-haired man was named Lin Lei. He was a child who came out of a Miao village in the mountains. From his words, it can be seen that this man is quite simple. In just three sentences
I don't want to live without money, I want to live a good life, but I don't want to harm others.
Just as Lin Lei left, Zhang Fan's cell phone rang. Zhang Fan picked up the phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello...hello..." Zhang Fan answered the phone and said.
"Master Zhang, hello!"
An old voice came from the receiver.
"Are you..." Zhang Fan asked with some uncertainty.
"I am Chief Yao of Dageng Village."
"Village Chief Yao?"
Zhang Fan's eyes lit up. After Village Chief Yao left Dageng Village and returned to the so-called ethnic group, the two of them broke off contact.
"Are you in good health?
Village Chief Yao?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Very good, very good."
Village Chief Yao smiled and said, "How are you?
Has your strength improved a lot?"
"It's improved a bit."
Zhang Fan smiled.
Village Chief Yao responded, and then suddenly said seriously.
"Master Zhang, I'm calling you today because I want to tell you something."