Hearing Fang Yan's words, the middle-aged man was slightly startled, and then asked tentatively: "Are you here to solve the problem of haunted graveyards in our village?"
"right."
Fang Yan nodded.
"Who...who invited you here?"
The middle-aged man continued to ask.
"No one was invited. When I was eating in the restaurant, I heard someone talking about your village, so I came over."
Fang Yandao.
"That's it..." the middle-aged man responded, "You have also seen the situation in our village. We don't have much money. Even if you help us solve the problem, I can't pay you much."
From the perspective of the middle-aged man, Fang Yan probably came here for money. After all, nothing is free these days.
Some things must be agreed in advance. If Fang Yan is a truly capable person and helps their village get rid of evil spirits, but the reward they pay cannot satisfy Fang Yan, and Fang Yan retaliates against them and harms the lives of more villagers, this will
Wouldn’t it be worth the loss?
"I don't..." Fang Yan wanted to say that he didn't want any reward.
Before Fang Yan finished speaking, Zhang Fan pressed Fang Yan's shoulder, took over the words, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "If we handle the matter for you, how much can you pay at most?"
The middle-aged man thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "The most you can pay is eight thousand yuan!"
The middle-aged man did not deceive Zhang Fan and Fang Yan. Eight thousand yuan was really the most money the village could afford. As a villager and the village chief, he also wanted to solve this haunted matter as soon as possible.
Once the matter is resolved, the people in the village, including him, will no longer have to worry every day, and he will be able to keep his black gauze hat.
"8000, just 8000."
Zhang Fan responded with some regret.
"Let's go to the house, and I'll explain the details to you two."
The middle-aged man made a very polite gesture of invitation.
Under the leadership of the middle-aged man, Zhang Fan and Fang Yan entered the village committee. On the way, the middle-aged man introduced himself as Li Ruibao, the village chief and secretary.
Li Ruibao invited Zhang Fan and Fang Yan to sit down, and then went to the next room to get some tea.
"Mr. Zhang, I see that the villagers here are not rich, and I don't want to take their money."
Fang Yan glanced at Zhang Fan with some embarrassment.
"Of course I know what you're thinking, but if I hadn't mentioned the amount of money just now, Li Ruibao probably wouldn't have let us in. In today's society, working without money makes people uneasy."
Zhang Fan replied.
"That's true..." Fang Yan continued.
"We can definitely help the village solve its troubles before refusing to accept the money."
Zhang Fan said.
"Yep!"
Fang Yan responded twice.
As soon as Fang Yan finished speaking, Li Ruibao came over with a tea tray and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Fan and Fang Yan each.
"Village Chief Li, tell me what's going on."
Fang Yan took a sip of tea and asked.
"The night before yesterday, the sound of ghostly cries and howls came from the cemetery in our village. Almost everyone in the village heard it. During the period of the ghostly cries and howls, the whole village had a power outage. The sound of ghostly cries and howls lasted for ten minutes.
, two more shrill screams rang out in the village. After the screams disappeared, the voice of the ghost crying god also disappeared, and there was also a call.
Immediately afterwards, two families called me, saying that the head of their house had his right hand cut off during the power outage. The two screams were made by the two people whose right hands were cut off.
I immediately called 120 and also called the police. Due to timely rescue, the two people’s lives were saved. By the way, they were discharged from the hospital today and said they would be back around ten in the morning.”
Li Ruibao glanced at the time as he spoke. It was already half past nine in the morning.
"go on."
Fang Yandao.
"The situation on the second night was similar to the first night, but three people's right hands were chopped off. The situation on the third night was similar, and two more people's right hands were chopped off."
Li Ruibao continued, "Through investigation, we found that the angry man whose right hand was chopped off passed by the road next to the cemetery during the day. No one passed by the road next to the cemetery yesterday. Although he also made ghostly cries and howls at night.
There were sounds, but no one’s hands were beheaded.”
Fang Yan glanced at Zhang Fan, who replied, "Aren't the two injured people coming back? Let's learn more about the situation with them."
"kindness."
Fang Yan responded.
"Village Chief...Village Chief..." At this moment, a shrill female voice came from outside the door.
Soon, he saw a fashionably dressed woman in her forties entering the room. There was also a faint golden light in her position in the Guanlu Palace. Zhang Fan guessed that this person should be the women's director.
"Xiao Liu, those two people are back?"
Li Ruibao asked.
"They're back. The car took them home. I'll come over and report the situation to you first."
Xiao Liu replied.
As he spoke, he picked up the tea cup on the table and started drinking.
After finishing the drink, Xiao Liu's eyes lit up, "What a great tea!"
Then, Xiao Liu turned his attention to Zhang Fan and Fang Yan, "It seems that these two are important guests!"
"These two are here to help deal with troublesome issues in our village."
Li Ruibao replied, and then introduced the two parties to each other.
Xiao Liu's name is Liu Xianglan, and she is the women's director of this village. Liu Xianglan heard that Zhang Fan and Fang Yan came to help, and she was very polite to them.
"You two, please take us to meet the two villagers who have just returned from the hospital."
Fang Yan glanced at the two of them and said.
Li Ruibao and Liu Xianglan happily agreed, and then took Zhang Fan and Fang Yan to the home of the first injured villager.
The injured villager was about thirty years old. He was slightly chubby and had a simple and honest face. His right hand was covered with gauze. When he saw Li Ruibao and Liu Xianglan coming in, he stood up to say hello. Li Ruibao quickly stopped him and motioned to the honest and honest man.
Lying down, Zhang Fan and Fang Yan were introduced solemnly.
In the process of getting to know each other, Zhang Fan carefully looked at the faces of the honest and honest villagers.
"Mr. Zhang, what did you see?"
While Li Ruibao was chatting with the honest and honest man, Fang Yan looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
"He was not injured by a ghost, but by a spirit."
Zhang Fan replied, in the Palace of Disaster of the honest and honest man, what is covered is not the strange red light, but the green light that represents the spirit.
"Injured by a spirit?"
Fang Yan first murmured softly, and then asked doubtfully, "It has nothing to do with the haunting of the cemetery?"
"Not necessarily. Let's talk to this villager first."
Zhang Fan looked at the honest and honest man thoughtfully and said.
Fang Yan nodded, walked in the direction of the honest and honest man, and said straight to the point: "There are some situations where I have to talk to you."