Zhang Fan and Fang Yan both looked at the village chief and smiled.
"Boy, I heard that you have been here for a while. How is old Wu doing?" The village chief pointed to the middle-aged man lying on the kang.
"We just took a look at his condition. He should have attracted evil spirits, but it was not just a simple evil spirit." Fang Yan replied.
"What do you mean?" A trace of confusion appeared on the village chief's face. He didn't quite understand what Fang Yan said.
"To put it simply, the evil spirits attracted by Old Wu are very powerful and are a bit troublesome to deal with." Fang Yan replied.
After hearing Fang Yan's words, the village chief nodded slightly.
Then, the village chief hurriedly said: "Two masters, if you need anything in the process of getting rid of the association in Old Wu, you two can just ask. Our village can't afford the money, but what kind of chicken blood and dog blood are there?
The series of things are still affordable.”
In fact, it’s not that the villagers can’t afford the money. The main reason is that this matter has nothing to do with the villagers. The villagers have already donated money in the fund-raising, and they have done their best, so no one wants to be here.
Continue to spend money on this matter.
"We don't need these things now." At this time, Zhang Fan took over, "However, we need to know how Old Wu collects firewood these days. Do you know which cemeteries he has visited?"
Now, Zhang Fan and Fang Yan were sure that there was no ghost haunting Lao Wu. However, they could not figure out the cause of Lao Wu's illness. Coupled with Lao Wu's violent reaction just now, Zhang Fan and Fang Yan did not dare to continue.
It was a blind attempt, so I had to start from the source.
"In the past two days, I have inquired about his route for collecting firewood. He should have visited three cemeteries. One is the cemetery in our village, the other is the cemetery in Ligang Village, our neighboring village to the east, and the third is the neighboring village to the south.
Village Zhaozhuangzi Villager to the cemetery." The village chief replied.
After hearing the village chief's words, Zhang Fan and Fang Yan looked at each other. Zhang Fan looked at the village chief and said, "Take me to see these three cemeteries first."
"Okay!" The village chief agreed without any hesitation.
"Two masters, please..." Then, the village chief made an inviting gesture again.
Zhang Fan looked back at Lao Wu's son and warned: "Fortunately, don't move the coffin placed in your father's Yintang. If it is moved, your father's life may be in danger."
"Okay...Master, I understand." The young man nodded repeatedly.
Afterwards, Zhang Fan and Fang Yan left Lao Wu's home with the village chief, got into Zhang Fan's Highlander, and drove together towards the Wangegezhai Village cemetery.
In about 20 minutes, the three of them arrived at the cemetery in Wangegezhai Village and got out of the car.
"This is the cemetery of our Wangegezhai Village." The village chief pointed to the large tunnel in front of him, covering seven or eight acres of land, which was filled with graves.
"It's windy this winter, and the remaining firewood that hasn't been pulled out before will go into this pit along with the wind. This is a low-lying area, and the firewood can't get out after it gets in. This is a good place to collect firewood."
." The village chief continued pointing to the graveyard.
Zhang Fan and Fang Yan glanced at the village chief, and then walked towards the cemetery. It was now 9:30 in the morning, and today
The weather was very sunny, and after the two entered the cemetery, they did not feel the Yin Qi or Soul Qi.
In this cemetery, there are graves that have been in disrepair for a long time, and there are also new graves that have just been piled up and decorated with wreaths. The two of them walked around the cemetery and came to the place where they stayed before.
"Mr. Zhang, have you discovered anything?" Fang Yan looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
Hearing Fang Yan's address to Zhang Fan, the village chief standing aside was slightly startled, with a look of confusion on his face. At the same time, he subconsciously took a look at Zhang Fan.
From the village chief's perspective, Fang Yan was about the same age as him, while Zhang Fan was only 20 years old. He always thought that Zhang Fan was Fang Yan's apprentice, or an assistant.
But now it seems that this is not the case. It seems that the younger one between the two has the final say, Zhang Fan, not the older Fang Yan.
He recalled the situation at Lao Wu's house. Fang Yan answered him for some non-critical questions. Once it came to critical issues, or the specific next steps, it was Zhang Fan who arranged them.
At this time, the village chief finally distinguished the priorities between the two. Although he had distinguished the priorities, he did not think that Zhang Fan was stronger than Fang Yan. After all, Zhang Fan was only older than his son.
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In his opinion, Zhang Fan was probably the young master of a certain family, and Fang Yan was a subordinate of this family. Because of his status, he let Zhang Fan have the final say.
Hearing Fang Yan's words, Zhang Fan glanced at the cemetery, then at Fang Yan, frowned and said, "I always feel that there is something wrong with this cemetery, but I can't tell."
After hearing Zhang Fan express his intuition, Fang Yan looked back at the cemetery and looked at it carefully. He didn't find anything special.
Zhang Fan turned around, looked at the village chief and asked, "Village Chief, where was the place where Old Wu finally fainted?"
"The place where he fainted was not in this cemetery, nor in the wilderness of our village, but in the cemetery of Zhaozhuangzi Village. I feel that the evil spirit from that village should have been the one who harmed him." The village chief was quite sure.
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Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why are you so sure?"
"First of all, he fainted in that cemetery. In addition, I heard from the villagers that there will be will-o'-the-wisps shining in the cemetery at night, and on a certain day, there will be sounds of ghosts crying and wolf howling.
The villagers in Zhaozhuangzi Village do not dare to go there at night. Moreover, the villagers usually work in the fields. No matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter, as soon as it gets dark, no matter whether the work is finished or not, they will go home immediately and do not dare to work in the fields again at night.
If they stay too much, they are afraid of being harmed by the evil spirits in the cemetery." The village chief replied with a serious face.
After hearing the village chief's words, Zhang Fan and Fang Yan looked at each other.
"If the two masters don't believe it, we can go to Zhaozhuangzi Village and ask the villagers in Zhaozhuangzi Village." The village chief continued.
"Okay, then let's go to Zhaozhuangzi Village and take a look at the cemetery." Zhang Fan said.
After saying that, the three of them got into the car. Under the guidance of the village chief, the car drove towards Zhaozhuangzi Village.
Before leaving, Zhang Fan looked back at the cemetery in Wangegezhai Village a few times, and then fell into thinking.
In about half an hour, everyone arrived at the east end of Zhao Zhuangzi's village.
"Two masters, should we enter the village or go directly to the cemetery?" The village chief looked at the two people and asked, "How about we go to the village first and inquire about the situation?"