Seeing this light group, Zhang Fan's heart was slightly shaken and his eyes narrowed slightly, Ghost Spirit?
Yes, the light groups floating out from the position of the Women's Yintang are exactly the same. The light groups emitting white light are exactly the ghost spirits.
The ghost spirit controls a person's sexual orientation, as well as the demands and abilities of men and women. It can also be said that the ghost spirit is the most important part in human reproduction.
Zhang Fan couldn't even think about it, but he couldn't imagine that this woman was actually a container used to carry ghost spirits. Zhang Fan didn't think about it, and he didn't sense it in that way. Therefore, he didn't notice anything special about the woman before.
Zhang Fan guessed that these ghost spirits are probably the ghost spirits of the people in the village. There will be no abnormal behavior if the ghost spirits of ordinary people are missing. It is just that they are not good at men and women. Some homosexuals also appear because of the ghost spirits.
The cause of the problem.
Another thing Zhang Fan is puzzled about is, what is this short-haired man doing catching so many ghost spirits?
Just as Zhang Fan was thinking, the dozens of ghost spirits suspended in mid-air were sucked into the grave by a strong suction force.
However, the suction force was too strong and too fast. It only happened in an instant. Zhang Fan had no time to perceive what kind of energy the suction force was.
When they were suspended in mid-air and completely entered the tomb, the separated men dragged the woman to her feet and wanted to return along the original route.
Zhang Fan quickly leaned to the side and came to the blind spot of the separated man.
Zhang Fan watched as the man and woman came out of the mass grave separately.
At first, Zhang Fan wanted to visit the grave where the separated men were kneeling before him, but after second thoughts, he decided not to go.
There was nothing unusual about the things in this grave. It was obvious that he had not been discovered. If he had been discovered, he would have taken action. Since he was not discovered, Zhang Fan did not want to alert the enemy prematurely.
Zhang Fan glanced twice at the grave where the separated men were kneeling before turning around and leaving the grave.
When Zhang Fan returned to the man's home, he saw the man eating around the table. He also took the initiative to pour himself a glass of wine and drank while eating, looking relaxed.
"Brother, what did you do just now?" The separated man looked at Zhang Fan and asked with a smile.
"Go to the toilet and relieve your hands." Zhang Fan replied.
"Are you hungry? Eat some more?" the man who split up joked with Zhang Fan.
"If you don't want to eat, you can eat." Zhang Fan said.
"By the way, hasn't your car arrived? Why don't you unload the goods?" asked the man who was separated.
A hint of displeasure appeared on Zhang Fan's face, and he said unhappily: "Forget it, this cargo came too late. The workers who moved the cargo have all got off work. I can only unload the cargo tomorrow. It will be delayed by this day."
It’s a lot of money!”
"Would you like some more drinks?" asked the separated man.
"No more, no more!" Zhang Fan waved his hand.
Then, Zhang Fan glanced at his phone and said, "It's not too late now. It's only ten o'clock. I'm back to the village chief's house. You can eat."
After saying that, Zhang Fan paused slightly, turned back to look at the separated men and said, "Huh? By the way, labor in this village is not expensive, right?"
"I really don't know about that," the separated man replied.
"If it's not expensive, I can ask the village chief to find a few people from the village to deliver the goods for me tomorrow." Zhang Fan murmured to himself.
As he said that, he walked out of the room.
between.
"Slow down, brother." said the separated man.
Zhang Fan walked out of the separate man's door and walked quickly towards the village chief's home. When Zhang Fan entered, the village chief's wife had already gone to bed. The village chief was chatting with Liu Wenhai, and Chen Mingtang was pacing back and forth in the room.
His daughter is suffering over there, how can he sit still here?
Seeing Zhang Fan enter the door, Chen Mingtang walked quickly to Zhang Fan and asked anxiously: "Mr. Zhang, how is my daughter? Is her life in danger?"
"Your daughter's life is not in danger, but she has suffered a little and is a little malnourished." Zhang Fan said.
After hearing this, the village chief understood why Chen Mingtang wanted to beat him when he called the woman a crazy woman. She was his daughter!
Hearing this, Chen Mingtang felt a little more relaxed, "Then...Mr. Zhang, what should we do next?"
"Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do later." Zhang Fan said.
After saying that, Zhang Fan walked to the direction of the village chief.
"How is your ability in that area now?" Zhang Fan looked at the village chief and asked.
Hearing this, the village chief was startled and asked with some confusion, "Which aspect?"
"It's a matter of men and women." Zhang Fan said bluntly.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the village chief blushed and said sheepishly: "Officer Zhang, why are you asking? Does the police care about this matter?"
"To tell you the truth, I am a police officer from the paranormal department. These two people are not as simple as you think, so you need to answer me truthfully." Zhang Fan said seriously.
The village chief scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Recently... I'm really not doing well lately."
"Is it not working well? Or not working at all?" Zhang Fan continued to ask.
Faced with Zhang Fan's explicit words, the village chief became even more embarrassed, and his voice became extremely soft, "Not at all."
"Is it because they came to your village and came into contact with you for the first time that you couldn't do it?" Zhang Fan asked.
The village chief thought for a while and said: "It seems...but I can't remember clearly."
"Officer Zhang, do they really have such ability?" the village chief asked with confusion on his face.
Zhang Fan nodded heavily.
Seeing Zhang Fan nod, the village chief couldn't help but murmur to himself, "I didn't expect that this supernatural thing could affect things in this area."
"In the past six months, have the number of pregnant women in your village decreased a lot?" Zhang Fan asked.
The village chief took a deep breath, thought for a while and said: "In the past six months, there have been a lot of marriages in our village, but there are really not many who are pregnant. Could it be that those young people are like me?"
Through the village chief's answer, Zhang Fan confirmed that those ghost spirits belonged to this village.
"Village chief, among the many graves in your village, whose grave is the tallest grave in the middle?" Zhang Fan asked.
"That grave you are talking about is the grave of a prefect in the Qing Dynasty. He was the largest official since the birth of our village." The village chief said.
"I heard my great-grandfather say that when he was the prefect, there was a severe drought one year, and only our village survived. It was he who distributed all the salary and property he had accumulated for many years to the people in the village. Our village
He was able to survive, and the people in our village are very grateful to him, so we placed his grave in the middle of the mass grave, and every year the whole village repaired his grave, which is why we have such a high grave."
The village chief continued.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan frowned slightly. It seemed that the people in the grave had no grudges against the villagers!