After hanging up the phone with Ouyang, Zhang Fan dialed Li Song's number. After the fifth tone, Li Song answered the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang..." Li Song's voice came from the receiver.
In addition to Li Song's voice, there were also noises and crying sounds in the surroundings, but these sounds were fleeting.
"Master Ouyang called me and said that you hurriedly left his house after answering a phone call. What happened?"
Zhang Fan asked straight to the point.
"It's okay, Mr. Zhang. I've already taken care of it here. You don't have to worry about me anymore."
Li Songdao.
"If you say that, then I won't dare to trouble you if anything happens in the future."
Zhang Fan said unhappily.
"Don't...that's not what I meant, Mr. Zhang."
Li Song explained.
"If you don't say anything today, then I will have no choice but to do this in the future."
Zhang Fan replied.
"Hey! Well, let me say..." Li Song said, "That's what happened. Half a month ago, we received a job to eliminate evil spirits. A person from our organization went to complete the job. The person behind the evil spirits
He is a strong man named Gu Shang from the ninth level of the second realm of Jinfeng Sect.
Although our companion got rid of the evil spirit, he was also killed by Gu Shang. We are holding a funeral for our companion. Our organization is too weak and the other party is too strong to avenge our companion. Alas...
"
The reason why Li Song didn't want to tell Zhang Fan and Ouyang about this situation was because he was afraid that Zhang Fan would say this for him and Jinfeng Sect would cause trouble to Zhang Fan afterwards.
Although Li Song also heard that there was a grudge between Zhang Fan and the Jinfeng Sect, the two sides still did not break up. If this incident became the trigger for the Jinfeng Sect and Zhang Fan to break up, the two sides would really
The fight brought danger to Zhang Fan, and he had no face to face Zhang Fan, his savior.
Zhang Fan naturally realized what Li Song was thinking.
Li Song followed closely and said: "Mr. Zhang, I will handle this matter myself, so I won't trouble you. As our organization grows bigger and stronger in the future, there will definitely be a chance for revenge."
"Lao Li, I know what you think."
Zhang Fan smiled and said, "I have a way that won't make it difficult for you, won't affect my relationship with the Jinfeng Sect, and can help you get revenge."
"real?"
Li Song asked with some disbelief.
"of course it's true."
Zhang Fan smiled and said, "I'm in the Northeast now. I'll contact you when I get back."
"It's done! It's done!"
Li Song nodded repeatedly, "By the way, Mr. Zhang, I have something else I want to talk to you about."
"You said..." Zhang Fan replied.
"So far, excluding all expenses, our organization has made a profit of 500,000 yuan. Now that a person dies, his family feels pity. I plan to give all 500,000 yuan to the family of the deceased. Do you think this can be done?"
Li Song said, "This is just an idea. I haven't told others yet. I'm worried that others will object. Do you think my idea is successful?"
After Zhang Fan thought for a while, he said: "I feel pretty good. Not only will others not object, but it will actually enhance your prestige and make your organization more cohesive."
"Is what you said true?
Are you kidding me?"
Li Song answered.
"Your original intention in establishing this organization was to change the evil image of wizards among people, to restore people's trust in wizards, and to allow wizards to earn a living and live a stable life by relying on their own abilities and taking the right path."
Zhang Fan said.
"Yes...yes..." Li Song nodded repeatedly.
"After layers of screening, the people you recruit into the organization must all be like-minded people with you."
Zhang Fan continued, "Although they have the same dream as you, you are still a new organization that is not very strong. Coupled with the infamy accumulated by wizards for thousands of years, they are worried about the future.
What should you do if your organization goes astray one day?
One day they die on duty, what will happen to their families?
And if you take out all the money in the organization and give it to the family of the deceased, you will let them see your sincerity, and their worries about the future will be greatly reduced. Even if they die, their family members will not suffer. In this way
, they will definitely be very motivated and follow your footsteps to pursue your common dream.”
Hearing what Zhang Fan said, Li Song nodded thoughtfully, "Yes! You are right! What you said makes perfect sense."
"Is there anything else?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"No more... no more..." Li Song replied.
"I still have things to deal with tomorrow, so I'll hang up first..."
"Okay...bye...Mr. Zhang..."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan took a shower and went to bed to rest.
The next day, Zhang Fan and Nangong Qing walked around the scenic spot where they were, and at six o'clock in the evening, they set off for the Hehong Nature Reserve.
When the two arrived at the Hehong Nature Reserve, the sky had already darkened, and only a few people were left. Zhang Fan and Nangong Qing sat in the car for half an hour, until no one could be seen in the scenic spot.
After that, the two got out of the car and walked back and forth twice on the asphalt road outside the wetland. They made sure that the scenic spot was completely empty before entering the security room.
The old security guard was still watching the video and humming a song. His grandson's illness was cured, and he felt very happy. When he saw Zhang Fan and Nangong Qing entering the door, the old security guard welcomed them in very warmly, and said:
Disposable paper cups made good tea for two people.
After Zhang Fan and Nangong Qing sat down, the old security guard said: "The man in the photo you sent me really came to see me, and there were three of them. However, it was not him who had the final say, but the five
A middle-aged man about ten years old."
"who?"
Nangong Qing subconsciously added that Zhang Fan did not tell Nangong Qing about the plan between Zhang Fan and the old security guard.
"It's the local Taoist man who stayed in the same hotel as you before."
Zhang Fan replied.
Nangong Qing raised his eyebrows, thought for a while and then said: "The voice of the victim sounded like he was about fifty years old. Could the person who had the final say be the victim?"
"It's possible..." Zhang Fan added.
"What they asked me was similar to what you two asked me. However, I didn't say anything. Moreover, the person also took out a photo of a beautiful girl and asked me if I had seen her."
The old security guard said, "I have indeed never seen that beautiful girl, so I answered truthfully. He said that if I see that beautiful girl, tell him, No, this is a photo of that girl."
As the old security guard spoke, he took out a photo. The photo showed none other than Nangong Qing.
Zhang Fan and Nangong Qing, who was wearing a human skin mask, looked at each other and did not reveal this matter.