I saw the old man in Tang suit frowning tightly. After thinking for a while, he said a few words again.
"The old man in Tang suit said that we can let them hold it. We need to find a quiet place to discuss the specific details."
Translated by Jin Yanyan.
This time, neither the man in the jacket nor the man in the leather jacket refused. Under the gaze of everyone, the three of them walked out of the wheat field together.
The backs of the three people gradually faded away. Some people in the crowd beat their chests, obviously complaining about their lack of strength, while others followed the footsteps of the three people.
"Brother Fan, they...they left."
Huang Qingyun pointed at the three of them anxiously and said, "We... we won't follow them?"
"Follow the big troops and keep up with them. However, remember to put your life safety first at all times and never do anything risky."
Zhang Fan warned that the reason why Zhang Fan was relieved to let Huang Qingyun follow him was because Huang Qingyun, who was not very strong among the large army, would not make people feel threatened. As long as he did not make the first move or make any mistakes,
If you do things with integrity, you will definitely not be targeted by others.
"clear."
Huang Qingyun responded.
After saying that, Huang Qingyun immediately followed the large troop following.
"Ms. Jin, do you speak South Vietnamese?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"I know a lot. When I was in school, there was a South Vietnamese in our dormitory. Basic communication was pretty good."
Jin Yanyan said.
At this moment, the seriously injured South Vietnamese man wearing gold and silver struggled to stand up from the wheat field, clutching his chest and walking toward the road.
"Let's go and talk to him."
Zhang Fan said.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Jin Yanyan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly responded, "Oh..."
Then, the two of them arrived in front of the Nanyue man wearing gold and silver. The Nanyue man looked at Zhang Fan and Jin Yanyan warily, and said something Zhang Fan couldn't understand.
"He asked, what do we want to do."
Translated by Jin Yanyan.
"I want to be with him..."
Before Zhang Fan finished speaking, he heard the South Vietnamese speak in rather blunt Chinese, "I can speak Chinese."
Zhang Fan's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "It's good to speak Chinese, so that we can communicate without any obstacles. I came to you because I want to cooperate with you."
"Cooperate with me?
The meridians on my body are broken in many places. It will take at least a year to fully heal the injuries. By then, the Yuan Gathering Liquid here will have been taken away by others."
The South Vietnamese spoke his inner thoughts.
The Nanyue man who was talking to Zhang Fan and staring at Zhang Fan for a while suddenly felt that Zhang Fan was a little familiar. Then he looked at Jin Yanyan again and felt that Jin Yanyan was also a little familiar. He asked: "Last night, we
Did you take an elevator? I was on the fifth floor and you were on the sixth floor?"
"right."
Zhang Fan smiled and nodded.
"You...I..." The South Vietnamese didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Stop saying 'you...I...', let's go to the hotel where you are staying and have a good chat. I believe we can still cooperate."
Zhang Fan said.
"Then...then it will be done..." the South Vietnamese responded.
If the other party is so confident, maybe they really have something to talk about. Otherwise, there is no need for the other party to waste time here.
The injuries on the Nanyue man's body were too serious. Although he could walk, it was a bit difficult for him to walk. The Nanyue man rested several times before getting into a taxi with Zhang Fan and others.
Through chatting, I learned that a South Vietnamese named Jima likes to wear gold and silver. According to him, this can make him appear rich.
In about half an hour, the three of them arrived at Jima's residence. Jima invited Zhang Fan and Jin Yanyan to sit down. He went back to the room and changed into clean clothes, limped out and sat down.
Arriving opposite Zhang Fan.
"Don't you want to cooperate with me? Tell me how to cooperate?"
Jima looked at Zhang Fandao, and when he spoke, his wound was touched, and a trace of pain appeared on his face.
"I can heal your injury immediately."
Zhang Fan said bluntly.
As soon as these words came out, Jima was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said: "Are you kidding, unless you are a soul healer...at your age..."
Having said this, Ji Ma shook his head and curled his lips, obviously thinking that Zhang Fan could not be a soul healer.
Zhang Fan took out three silver needles from the silver needle bag, and these three silver needles flew towards Jima's chest with lightning speed.
Before he was injured, Jima's strength was superior to Zhang Fan, but now that he was injured, he might not even be able to defeat Huang Qingyun. Therefore, facing these three swift silver needles, he had no ability to dodge.
Under Jima's shocked gaze, these three silver needles were inserted directly into the three acupuncture points on his chest. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Fan began to control the needles with his true energy and divination energy.
Jima resisted the pressure and wanted to reach out and pull out the three needles. At this moment, he felt that one of the three broken ribs in his chest had returned to its position and connected with the broken section, and the meridians had healed for five seconds.
At one point, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Fan with shock in his eyes.
Zhang Fan waved his hand, and the three silver needles returned to Zhang Fan's hand.
"Such...such a young soul healer?"
Jima's voice was trembling.
"You continue..." After calming down, Jima looked at Zhang Fan and continued. His name for Zhang Fan also changed, and his attitude also underwent a 180-degree change.
"Let's work together to capture the Juyuan Liquid, and I'll help you heal your injuries."
Zhang Fan said, "When the time comes, your work will not be in vain. No matter how much Juyuan Liquid you get in the end, you will have one-fifth of it."
The old man in Tang suit, the man in the jacket, and the man in the leather jacket have reached a cooperation, and the weight is in the hands of the three of them. The three of them have a lot of initiative. In addition, there is no telling when a strong person will come over.
Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun had limited strength and were pressed for time, so Zhang Fan had the idea of inviting the South Vietnamese to join their team.
As the saying goes, if you give up, you will gain. If you don't give up something, you will probably lose something bigger.
"become!"
Jima agreed very happily, and then said with a smile on his face, "It is my honor to be able to become a soul healer like you, and we will be friends from now on."
Zhang Fan glanced at Jima thoughtfully and smiled lightly.
Zhang Fan did not waste time and began to treat Jima's injuries. In less than ten minutes, Jima's injuries were completely healed.
Looking at his powerful arms, Jima looked happy, and then he sincerely praised, "The soul doctor is really amazing! Amazing!"
At this moment, Zhang Fan's cell phone rang. Zhang Fan picked up the phone and saw that it was Huang Qingyun calling.