Hearing this, Zhang Fan's expression moved, and he subconsciously thought of Zhang Xiongyu and his son. It can't be them, right?

Zhang Fan thought about it, looked into the distance, but suddenly saw two familiar figures coming from a distance.

Looking closely, Zhang Fan found that it was Zhang Xiongyu's father and son. They turned out to be alive and not dead.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan was about to say something, when suddenly a cold cold wind blew past him. The cold wind was mixed with the strong smell of blood.

Sensing the abnormality, Zhang Fan turned his head sharply to look, and saw two women in black robes, their feet hanging in the air, rushing towards Zhang Xiongyu and his son.

And wherever they passed, the passers-by around them did not notice. Obviously, they are not alive.

But...... Terrible ghosts. The speed of these two women in black robes was amazing, and when Zhang Fan wanted to open his mouth to remind Zhang Xiongyu and his son, it was already too late.

Because the two black-robed women had already come to the front of Zhang Xiongyu's father and son, and then in the next second, the faces of Zhang Xiongyu's father and son were rapidly bruised at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then, their bodies went soft, they fell to the ground, and died inexplicably.

As they died, an instant caused the screams of the surrounding passers-by. Soon, several medical staff ran over with stretchers, and after several rescues, a medical staff headed by him shook his head with regret on his face, and said to the person next to him, no help, and slowly stood up.

Someone came to the medical staff and asked about the cause of the deceased's death, but the medical staff only replied lightly, dying of smoke suffocation.

Zhang Fan stood in the distance and couldn't hear it very clearly, but he heard the three words "no help".

"Damn, why is this dead?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened and he felt speechless. He was originally going to be in debt, but he didn't expect it to be good, even people died, and he still wanted a fart of money.

In other words, this is exactly what is typical of people's dead debts. Zhang Fan scolded viciously, wanting to find the traces of the two black-robed women just now, but unfortunately, he didn't see it, obviously these two ghosts, after killing Zhang Xiongyu and his son, left automatically.

After looking at the crowd for a while, Zhang Fan had to turn around and leave. People are dead, and it doesn't make much sense to stay here.

。。。。。。 After a while, Zhang Fan returned to the store dejectedly and sat on the sofa.

It seems that the debt is not coming, after all, people are dead, so you can't find other people's ghosts and beat them up.

Just when Zhang Fan was helpless, his phone suddenly rang. When he opened his phone, Zhang Fan found that it was Du Jianhai calling.

Seeing that it was Du Jianhai, Zhang Fan suddenly remembered that the other party's 10,000 yuan had not been transferred, so he connected the phone.

The phone was connected, and Du Jianhai on the other end was crying. He cried loudly, a little spicy, Zhang Fan just listened to a few words, and quickly moved the phone away from his ears.

He was afraid that he would hear too much and become deaf. Du Jianhai cried for a while, and then his voice gradually became quieter. At this time, Zhang Fan dared to put the phone back to his ear.

Zhang Fan asked Du Jianhai what was wrong, and Du Jianhai immediately apologized in a sincere and remorseful tone, saying that he did not do well yesterday, everything was his fault, and he would pay back the one million remuneration owed to Zhang Fan as soon as possible.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan was stunned and confused, thinking that Du Jianhai had taken the wrong medicine today.

Zhang Fan asked why, and Du Jianhai apologized for a while before telling the reason. It turned out that there was a fire in the rich area last night, burning a father and son to death, Du Jianhai thought that Zhang Xiongyu did not give the one million reward yesterday and accidentally offended Zhang Fan, so Zhang Fan was angry, used evil magic, and set fire to them.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan only felt that his head was big, and he even said that you are sick, right? Then he told him everything that happened today.

Hearing Zhang Fan's description, Du Jianhai's panic in his heart decreased a lot, but he was still afraid, and said with fear that one million would be credited to the account later.

Zhang Fan wanted to say that Zhang Xiongyu is dead, and you are not a debtor, so there is no need to pay it back. But before the words were spoken, Du Jianhai hurriedly hung up the phone, looking like he had gone to raise money.

Helpless, Zhang Fan had to sigh and put the phone in his pocket. Forget it, if you want to give money, you can give money, anyway, I'm worried that no one will give it.

Since someone is willing to take the initiative to send the money to the door, how can Zhang Fan not accept it, he only feels refreshed for a while, and the haze before is suddenly gone.

Haha, it's a good day, it's a good day. In this way, Zhang Fan hummed a little song and went up to the second floor again.

Only Liu Ying and the two ghosts were left, their eyes were confused, and they didn't know why, but they said that Zhang Fan had some serious illness in his brain.

Zhang Fan returned to the second floor, turned on the computer, and logged in to gallop to look over. After finding that he hadn't looked at it for a while, he found that [The End of Horror], the clicks had broken through to 1,000, and even the collection had reached 50, and more than a dozen reader comments appeared in the comment area.

The content of these readers' comments is some, and the writing is really scary, and the author is asked to continue to work on the kind of words.

After reading it, Zhang Fan smiled with satisfaction, it seems that what he wrote is indeed quite popular with readers. However, when Zhang Fan opened the author's area and wanted to code 10,000 words, he suddenly saw that a message from a website was inexplicably pushed.

This message is to inform Zhang Fan that [Terror End] can sign a contract. This is also known as contracting.

Only when you sign a contract can you take the first step to write an online article. Zhang Fan's face was suddenly happy, and he hurriedly opened the information on it, found the contact information recommended by the website, and applied for a friend to go over.

It's just that the contact information of the editors of these websites seems to only have a penguin account, and WeChat doesn't seem to be possible.

Apply for a friend in the past, and in less than a minute, it will be quickly approved. The person in charge of Zhang Fan who led the signing was an editor named Hongzhidou.

He first told Zhang Fan the rules for signing a contract, and then sent some electronic contracts. Seeing this, Zhang Fan carefully read the electronic contract before preparing to sign the contract.

It wasn't until two hours passed that Zhang Fan finally mailed the contract over, and all the signing matters were ready.

It is said that the headquarters of the galloping Chinese network is in the capital, so it will still take a day or two for the contract to be mailed, but Zhang Fan is not in a hurry.

After the contract was sent, Zhang Fan found that his status had changed and became a signed work. Moreover, the editor of Red Beans also sent him a cover for him to change, and told him not to stop changing, so he went to work on something else.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan looked excited, and was about to quit the Penguin, and at this moment, a dingdong sound sounded again, and Zhang Fan was suddenly surprised to find that he was pulled into a signing group.

And the owner of the contracted group is the editor in charge of Red Bean. With his entry, the entire signing group suddenly exploded.

One dive after another author, all of them came out of nowhere. [Welcome to the group! ] [Welcome newcomers, newcomers ask for photos! ]

【Current status -1!】 [The big guy asks for a photo! ] 【Big guy, please send a red envelope! ] 】。。。

。。。 All kinds of greetings to welcome the newcomers appeared in the group one after another, and Zhang Fan was stunned for a while.

After being shocked for a long time, Zhang Fan reacted, so he was going to send a red envelope to liven up the atmosphere in the group.

He wanted to send a red envelope of ten yuan, but when he thought of such a little, it was a bit inappropriate, so he adjusted the amount of the red envelope to one hundred, but at the moment when he was about to send it, his finger accidentally pressed out an extra zero, and directly sent a thousand yuan out.

The thousand yuan was divided into 100 packages, and almost at the moment of being issued, it was quickly snatched up by the people in the group at a speed of seconds.

When Zhang Fan came back to his senses, his face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: "!! ”