After the three of them left the house of the female director, they looked at Zhang Fan vigorously and asked, "Sir, is my mother's illness really related to her?"
Zhang Fan glanced at Dali and nodded. Zhang Fan saw that when the fierce aura in the Yintang position of the Women's Director was surging, it was closely related to the black aura in the Mistress's position in Dali's Parents' Palace. This proved that the Women's Director
It has something to do with Dali's mother's illness. Even if he is not the mastermind, he must be an accomplice.
Seeing Zhang Fan nodding, he looked back vigorously at the door of the female director's house, with a look of anger on his face.
He had seen Zhang Fan's strength. Since Zhang Fan answered in the affirmative, that must be the case.
I saw Dali turning around fiercely and angrily rushing towards the door of the women's director's house. Zhang Fan didn't give him a chance and grabbed his arm.
"Sir, don't stop me, I'm going to kill that stinky bitch! My mother is so good to her, but she still wants to harm my mother!" Dali said angrily.
"Your mother's illness is not only related to her, but also to other people, and she is not the real perpetrator. Don't be so impulsive. Our goal is to cure your mother's illness.
If you kill her like this, you will alert the enemy and you will not be able to save your mother." Zhang Fan advised.
After hearing Zhang Fan's words, he glanced at Zhang Fan vigorously, and his excitement gradually calmed down. He looked at Zhang Fan and sighed heavily.
"Then what should we do next?" Dali looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
"You don't have to worry, I've already made a plan." Zhang Fan replied, "Don't worry."
After hearing Zhang Fan's words, Dali did not continue to ask any more questions and nodded slightly.
"Two gentlemen, I'm really sorry just now. I was impulsive. Let's go home. I'll make braised pork for you two." Dali said. In Dali's view, cooking braised pork for two people is the highest thing he can do to his guests.
courtesy treatment.
"There should be a cemetery in your village, right?" Zhang Fan looked at Dali's question.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Dali was slightly startled and replied: "There is a cemetery, what's the matter, sir? Is there something wrong?"
"Take us to the cemetery to take a look. We have something to do. By the way, let's go to your house to get an umbrella." Zhang Fan continued.
"Okay, let's go there immediately." Although Dali didn't know what Zhang Fan wanted to do, but out of trust in Zhang Fan, he agreed immediately, "When you go to the cemetery and pass by our house, you can just pick up an umbrella on the way."
Afterwards, everyone stopped lingering and walked towards Dali's house. In seven or eight minutes, the three of them arrived at the door of Dali's house. Zhang Fan and Fang Yan were waiting for Dali outside the door. Soon Dali held an umbrella.
He ran out of the house in a hurry.
"Two gentlemen, I will take you to the cemetery." Dali said.
After another seven or eight minutes, Zhang Fan and the others finally arrived at the cemetery of Dali's village.
Zhang Fan took the umbrella from Dali's hand, looked at Dali and said, "Wait for us here, let's go take a walk in the cemetery."
"Sir, how about I follow you and be your companion?" Dali looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
Hearing Dali's words, a faint smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face and he asked: "Here you go?"
Me as your companion? I'm afraid I'll scare you, so you should just stay here honestly!"
After saying that, Zhang Fan winked at Fang Yan, and the two of them entered the cemetery together.
Dali believed in ghosts and gods. His belief also caused him to be timid. He couldn't say he didn't dare to enter the cemetery, but he couldn't say he was calm. From his heart, he was still a little scared.
scary.
"Mr. Zhang, what are we doing at the cemetery?" Fang Yan, who was walking into the cemetery with Zhang Fan, looked at Zhang Fan and asked with some confusion.
"Investigating the case." Zhang Fan said while looking around.
"Investigating the case?" A look of confusion appeared on Fang Yan's face, "What does this cemetery have to do with the case? Could it be that you saw from the face of the female director that the evil spirit who harmed Dali's mother was in the cemetery?
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"How can I have that ability?" Zhang Fan smiled and waved his hand, "If I have that ability, I can no longer be called a human, but a god."
"The purpose of our coming here is to find a male ghost and let him pretend to be the ghost of the dead husband of the women's director, so as to intimidate the woman and make her reveal the real culprit behind Dali's mother." Zhang Fan explained.
road.
After hearing Zhang Fan's words, a look of surprise appeared on Fang Yan's face.
It is now two or three o'clock in the afternoon. According to common sense, it is also the time when the sun is shining brightly. However, the weather today is very cloudy and the sun has been covered by thick dark clouds. Without the sun's rays, there is a trace of soul rippling in this cemetery.
Qi and Yin Qi.
Zhang Fan saw that at the third grave on the east side, there was a very strong soul energy coming out of the grave. It seemed that there should be a very active ghost in this grave.
"Come on, let's go there." Zhang Fan pointed at the grave and said.
Hearing this, Fang Yan did not hesitate and followed Zhang Fan towards the direction of the tomb.
Zhang Fan glanced at the name on the tombstone and saw that a man should be buried there.
"Open the umbrella!" Zhang Fan looked at Fang Yan and ordered. The reason why Zhang Fan asked Dali to go home to get the umbrella was because when he came, the sky was not so cloudy yet, and the dark clouds were moving and would appear from time to time.
In the sunshine, Zhang Fan wanted to use his umbrella to provide some shade for the ghost so that he could have a conversation.
Although the sky was already cloudy, Zhang Fan still asked Fang Yan to open the umbrella. He was afraid that if the ghost ghost came out and was exposed to the public, the dark clouds would suddenly move and expose the sun, which would burn the ghost ghost. This was considered as a preventive measure.
It’s over.
"I'll leave the rest to you." Zhang Fan looked at Fang Yan and continued.
Fang Yan nodded heavily.
The next moment, he saw Fang Yan fiercely holding a finger formula, and a powerful Tao Qi surged through his fingertips.
"The ghost in the grave, come out as soon as possible. If you don't come out, don't blame me for being rude to you!" Fang Yan said solemnly. From the looks of it, as long as the ghost doesn't come out, the powerful Tao Qi wrapped in his fingertips will
Directly into the grave.
"Master, please spare my life, please get out now!" A middle-aged man's voice came from the grave, and there was a hint of begging in his voice.
Immediately, I saw a wisp of soul energy pouring out from the grave, and then slowly condensed into a soul body under the umbrella.
This soul was wearing a blue shroud, a longevity hat on his head, and longevity shoes on his feet. Judging from his appearance, he was about 50 years old. Although he died at a young age, he still died peacefully.
When he died, he was given everything he needed to wear.