Time passed quickly, and the moon climbed into the sky, announcing that night had fallen, and the stars in the sky jumped up tacitly, naughty and constantly jumping in the sky.

The street lights in the town are gradually lit up, and the road facilities in southern Xinjiang were developed relatively early, in fact, the fundamental reason is that there are no street lights here It is really inconvenient, and it is possible to drive the car into the small river ditch if you are not careful.

At this time, Ding Fan was sitting at the door of a small shop on the street, eating on the street with Xiao Jiang, although he had eaten well in the old witch village in the past two days, but these two people had some worries in their hearts, and they were not in a good mood when they ate good things.

This meal is the most comfortable meal the two of them have eaten in the past two days, it can be said that they are full of wine and food, if it weren't for the things to do in the future, Ding Fan would have wanted to find a place to sleep.

Of course, Xiao Jiang also thought so, after eating, he couldn't open his eyes, if there was a bed next to him, he was afraid that he would have to lie down and sleep without saying a word.

However, his mouth had just opened, and he wanted to take a breath, but the mobile phone in Ding Fan's hand suddenly rang.

Ding Fan didn't even look at it, he just picked it up, but hung up the phone without saying a few words.

"Boss checkout!" Ding Fan put his mobile phone in his pocket, took out a few pieces of cash and threw them on the table, and shouted to Xiao Jiang: "Get up, let's go!"

Sure enough, the bait that I laid earlier had already lured the fish over.

Xiao Jiang stood up reluctantly, rubbed his eyes twice, sat in the car, and the two drove straight to their destination.

Fortunately, Longxi County is not a big place, and it took less than 20 minutes to arrive near a small bungalow.

Ding Fan stood beside the car, looking at a low bungalow not far away, and couldn't help grinning a little.

I used to think that these people should be decorated as gods, and living in a small ruined temple can be regarded as acceptable.

Living in a small and dilapidated yard in the middle of nowhere, it seems that the money has not been cheated much!

When the god stick finally mixes like this, I'm afraid it can't be as good as Wu Zhichao!

"Ding, did you already know that these people would contact you?" Xiao Jiang rubbed his eyes a little worriedly, and opened his eyes a little with difficulty, with confusion.

On the contrary, Ding Fan was very calm at this time, lit a cigarette casually, shrugged and smiled faintly: "Unexpectedly, have you ever seen a god stick who has money but does not make money? I deliberately told him before, this time I brought 10,000 yuan of sesame oil money, I expected that he would definitely contact me, you look at where these people live, obviously short of money, he will not let go of this big user!"

Xiao Jiang nodded as if he didn't understand, but suddenly remembered a question, reached out and took it out of his pocket twice, and asked a little eagerly: "Ding, I only have less than fifty yuan on me, this ten thousand yuan, where can I find it?"

It turns out that this kid has been worrying about this matter, but this little problem, is it still useful for Zhang to worry?

Ding Fan reached out and took out a thick red envelope from his bag and shook it twice on his hand.

This red envelope was just bought back in the town temporarily, but I don't understand, could it be that Ding Fan went out with 10,000 yuan in cash?

"Leader, are your salaries so high over there?" Xiao Jiang saw such a thick bag, thought for a long time, and finally just held back such a sentence.

After all, I haven't been in contact with Ding Fan for a long time, and I don't know him so well, so I can't imagine why he, a young leader, is so rich, and he is not much smaller than him, the gap is really not small.

But when Ding Fan heard his words, he almost didn't laugh out loud, and the red envelope in his hand opened a corner casually.

This opened, Xiao Jiang finally understood, where is the money in the red envelope?

Ding Fan actually stuffed a thick pile of dark coins into the red envelope, but it looked like there was a lot of money, if he didn't open it, he wouldn't know what was inside!

"Alright, you can just wait here for me, if it goes well, I'll be back soon!"

I resealed the red envelope, straightened my hair briefly, and took a big stride towards the small courtyard below.

The small yard is surrounded by a simple fence to block out a small yard, and a few chickens and ducklings in it are also in the nest at this time, except for the big yellow dog that has always been strong, still walking around the yard, as if patrolling.

The big yellow dog has a fierce face, and he thinks that this is also a ferocious dog.

In such a small village, almost every family will have one of these vicious dogs, which is used to keep a town house and to guard against thieves outside.

But this time, Ding Fan came from not far away, not to mention the dogs in this small yard, even the vicious dogs in the surrounding small yards, none of them dared to bark!

"Is the mage at home? I called before!" Ding Fan walked to the fence, raised his foot and kicked it, making a little noise, and shouted into the courtyard.

In less than a minute, a plainly dressed woman came out of the house, glanced at the big yellow dog that was cowering in the kennel with some confusion, and asked curiously, "Did Mr. call before?"

Sure enough, there is still money to do things, although this money is all underworld coins, but the money given to the god stick is naturally a bit more suitable for underworld coins!

Ding Fan didn't speak, and followed the woman into the small dilapidated house in the middle of the courtyard.

As soon as the low door opened, a musty smell, mixed with the smell of burning tobacco, suddenly floated out, choking Ding Fan's brows, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

I really didn't expect that in this dilapidated small room, there were five or six people sitting in the room, although they sat quietly, but their expressions were all nervous and expectant.

"It's all ......" Ding Fan frowned and asked the woman behind him, "Are they the ones waiting for your family's mage?"

I really can't see it from the outside, but there are so many people waiting in this small dilapidated house, and it seems that it has a bit of a reputation in the local area.

Seeing that there are so many people here, Ding Fan has to endure the smell of choking inside.

It's just that this house is low enough from the outside, and after entering, the height is not to mention, and even makes people feel very depressed inside, and the surrounding lights are even more dim, not like the light bulbs used by normal people, but the oil lamps used, and a layer of red paper is pasted on the lampshade, which illuminates the dark inside of the room.

"The mage is already waiting, come with me!"

The woman behind him walked to Ding Fan's side, whispered in his ear, stretched out her finger and pointed to the side room next to her, thinking that this so-called mage should be waiting inside.

Ding Fan didn't care too much, followed her and walked inside, opened the old broken bead curtain in front of the door, and what came into view was still dim, there was an offering table inside, with incense, candles, tributes and other things on it, and in the middle of the position, there was a big copper wrist, which was filled with a bowl of glutinous rice, as for the so-called mage, it turned out to be an old lady in her fifties, and the bun on her head looked very strange, a bit like the chaotic pigtail that the naughty boy in the village tied on his head, which was tied with red and green ropes in a mess, and the most attractive thing was that the old lady had a blue-black birthmark on her face, it looks like it's just panicking.

"Sit!"

After Ding Fan entered the door, the old lady didn't even open her eyes, holding a string of beads made of bones in her hand, and she didn't know what she was talking about.

The only thing she could understand was the two words that came out of her mouth.

As soon as Ding Fan turned around, the woman just now had already left, and the guest he was talking about at this time was eighty percent of himself.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he sat down in front of the old lady.

"Guest, do you want to ask something?"

The old lady only said this sentence for a long time, and she felt a little trembling.

But isn't this just nonsense?

The people outside are all here to do something with him, otherwise who would come to her shabby house!

So Ding Fan didn't answer, just took out a thick red envelope from the bag next to him and slapped it on the table.

As soon as the red envelope came out, it was really powerful, and the old lady who had been closing her eyes and pretending to be mysterious opened her eyes in an instant, but after glancing at the red envelope, her eyes turned to Ding Fan's face.

"Bad fate, it's really a bad fate, I'm afraid it's a little late, it's better to come early after all!"

As soon as the old lady saw the thick red envelope on the table, she immediately started the performance, but this performance, to be honest, compared with Wu Zhichao, is simply 108,000 miles worse!

I didn't know what Ding Fan was looking for him to do in advance, so she opened her mouth and talked nonsense, she was really not afraid of being beaten!

"Master, don't you even ask me why I came?" Ding Fan had a cold face, frowned, and looked coldly at the old lady in front of him, he really scoffed at her deceptive methods, and said in a cold voice: "I didn't come for myself, I have a younger brother in my family, who died some time ago, and often entrusts me with dreams, I heard that there can be a secret marriage here in southern Xinjiang, so I specially rushed over from the coast, just to find a companion for my younger brother! It seems that I came to the wrong place today, and I don't even know what I am doing!"

After saying this, Ding Fan immediately got up, turned around and made a gesture to leave, and picked up the red envelope in his hand.

This is difficult for the old lady to do, seeing the thick red envelope, she knows very well that the money contained in it is definitely not a small amount, and it is definitely more than the people waiting outside combined.

The man in front of him must be a big dealer, and he doesn't care about money at all.

"Stay, you don't know, it's not easy to do this now!"

As soon as she saw that the money in her hand was about to fly, the old lady was no longer pretending, and even her title became more respectful.

Ding Fan turned around and sat down, and asked with a little impatience on his face: "Can you take a look?" My younger brother is very high-eyed and average-looking, I'm afraid he won't look down on him, if he is not satisfied with this marriage, you see that I won't tear you down!"

Ding Fan knows very well that these magic sticks can't be held blindly, and when it's time to beat, they must not be soft, otherwise he will think that he will eat you!

The old lady glanced at Ding Fan, and knew in her heart that the young man in front of her was probably also a knowledgeable person, and the little tricks he usually used were probably not able to deal with him this time.

But recently, the wind outside has been very tight, and it is said that many corpses have been stolen in the entire southern Xinjiang generation, and this madman who steals corpses is being arrested everywhere.

At this time, even if she had some usable female corpses in her hands, no one dared to take them out at this time.

Even if she had the audacity to take out the corpse, people might not be able to see it.

"Well, I do have some nice girls on my hands, why don't you take a look?"

After the old lady hesitated again and again, she had to grit her teeth and ask, took out a thick notebook on the table, flipped a few up and down and sent it to Ding Fan.

But when Ding Fan saw it, his eyes almost fell out!

There are not only photos and age generation characters on it, but even the current physical condition is marked in detail.

What is the difference between this and human trafficking?

I knew that this generation in southern Xinjiang would inevitably be a little troublesome, and there would be some cases of reselling corpses, but I never thought that there would even be living people!