Even though the soul of the person in the grave did not enter the underworld but turned into a ghost after death, the ghost still has ideology. The people in the village respect him so much that logically speaking, he will not harm the people in the village.
Even if you want to harm someone, you don't only need a ghost spirit. Although this ghost spirit can be turned into soul energy after being crushed and nourish his ghost, it is not as direct as killing someone, directly swallowing the three souls of the person.
Not only can it nourish his ghost, but it can also enhance his moral conduct.
Zhang Fan guessed that the thing in the grave was probably not the benefactor of this village, the so-called prefect, but who could it be?
"Officer Zhang, what's going on?" Liu Wenhai asked.
"It's not clear yet. Let's wait and see tomorrow." Zhang Fan said.
As soon as Zhang Fan finished speaking, he heard his cell phone ringing. Zhang Fan picked up the cell phone and saw that it was Yan Dong calling.
"Hello, Yan Dong..." Zhang Fan answered the phone and said.
"Mr. Zhang, where are you now?" Yan Dong asked.
"I'm in Wangcai Village, Dongcheng Suburb, Pingshan City," Zhang Fan said.
"That...that..." Yan Dong groaned twice in a somewhat unspeakable voice.
"Yan Dong, I treat you as a brother. If you have any questions, just tell me." Zhang Fan said.
"I have a friend who heard that I practiced Taoism. Now he is in trouble and wants me to break it off for him. I'm just a Taoist priest, I don't have that level, so I want to ask you for a favor." Yan Dong said.
"Very good friend?" Zhang Fan asked.
"Yeah! You helped me when I was penniless," Yan Dong said.
"Then come to Wangcai Village and go directly to the village chief's home." Zhang Fan said, only when people are in poverty can they show who their true friends are.
This friend of Yan Dong helped Yan Dong when Yan Dong was penniless, which proved everything.
"Okay, Mr. Zhang, I'll be there right away." Yan Dong said quickly.
After chatting, the two hung up the phone. Although Yan Dong was not strong, he was still a Taoist priest. He couldn't tell when he would be able to help him. It happened that he told the man who was separated that he had a cooperation.
partner.
"Village Chief, you go and have a rest. A colleague of mine will come over in a while, and we will sleep in this room. Do you mind?" Zhang Fan looked at Yan Dong and asked.
"You don't mind, this room is just for you." The village chief smiled.
"Thank you, village chief. The organization will not treat you badly." Liu Wenhai answered.
"Eh!" The village chief smiled.
After the village chief finished answering, he did not see him leave, but looked at Zhang Fan.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Fan looked at the village chief and asked.
The village chief's old face turned red, and he said with some embarrassment: "I... can I still recover my abilities in that area?"
"I want to find what you lost so that you can recover it. I will try my best to help you find it," Zhang Fan said.
Zhang Fan did not put his words to death. If the things in the tomb did not damage their ghost spirits, as long as their ghost spirits are returned to their original positions, their abilities in that area can be restored. However, if their ghost spirits are
If they were damaged by the things in the tomb, there would be no possibility for them to recover.
Zhang Fan didn't say it clearly, but he hoped that the village chief could have hope for the future.
"Don't worry, I will try my best
Yes!" Then, Zhang Fan patted the village chief on the shoulder again.
"Hey!" The village chief nodded heavily, "Thank you, Officer Zhang."
After saying that, the village chief left.
Zhang Fan spent the morning fighting ghosts in the hospital, and then came here again in the afternoon. He has been busy until now and is very tired. After the village chief left, Zhang Fan went to the kang to rest. He told Liu Wenhai that Yan Dong called him after he came over.
Awake.
Soon, an hour passed, Yan Dong entered the room, and Liu Wenhai also woke Zhang Fan up.
"Mr. Zhang, why don't you just sleep a little longer and don't worry." Yan Dong looked at Zhang Fan and said apologetically.
"It's okay." Zhang Fan waved his hand slightly.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang, my name is Wang Zhen." At this time, the man next to Yan Dong, who was slightly stout and had short hair and looked about thirty years old, looked at Zhang Fan and said respectfully.
In the car, Yan Dong told the man how powerful Zhang Fan was. Although Zhang Fan was a little more immature than the man thought, he did not underestimate him. He knew that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.
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Zhang Fan looked at Wang Zhen and smiled slightly, nodded, and then looked at Wang Zhen's face.
Looking at Zhang Fan's deep eyes, Wang Zhen felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. He felt as if Zhang Fan had seen through everything about him.
"What do you want to ask for?" Zhang Fan looked at Wang Zhen and asked.
"Qiu Cai, I have been very unlucky recently and many businesses have not been going well. If this continues, my capital chain will be broken and I will face bankruptcy. Therefore, I would like to ask Master to give me some guidance." Wang Zhen said respectfully.
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Zhang Fan also noticed that Wang Zhen's Palace of Wealth and Silk was dark gray with no red light at all. This was a sign of mold, and it was heavy mold!
If this continues for a long time, it will be beyond redemption.
"Want to explain?" Zhang Fan looked at Wang Zhen and asked.
"I want to figure it out!" Wang Zhen nodded heavily.
"Go back and live a good life with your wife, stick to your responsibilities, don't act around, just cut off all the relationships that need to be cut off." Zhang Fan replied calmly, "In addition, if you want to ensure that you will be rich and prosperous throughout your life, you'd better do it in the future.
Don't do anything to make your wife feel sorry for you. You actually don't have much luck in wealth. Your wife is destined to be a prosperous husband. It's because she dragged you along that you made such a big fortune."
Wang Zhen's concubine palace is densely textured and looks very greasy, which is a sign of cheating. Moreover, there are more than one cheating partners. His cheating lovers have taken up the position that originally belonged to her wife.
Therefore, the wealth that his wife had brought to him before was gone and was instead overshadowed by bad luck.
"I understand, Mr. Zhang." Wang Zhen said seriously.
Zhang Fan nodded slightly, and then added: "By the way, the better you treat your wife and the more you love your wife, the more prosperous your wealth will be. You can figure it out yourself."
What Zhang Fan added was not reflected in Wang Zhen's face. Zhang Fan said it out of good intentions, and his purpose was to make the family happier.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your guidance, thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Wang Zhen said gratefully again.
Then, Wang Zhen took out a very full file bag from his bag, put it in front of Zhang Fan, and said, "Mr. Zhang, I appreciate your kindness."
Liu Wenhai and Yan Dong were okay, but Chen Mingtang and the woman named Xiaoqin were a little confused when they saw this scene. Looking at the size of the file bag, it must contain 200,000 yuan no matter what!