When Zhang Fan opened his eyes, he had already returned to the world from the magnificent courtyard of the transfer station.

He glanced at the sky outside and saw that it was already three poles above the sun, and the sun was shining in the sky.

got up from the bed, yawned, and then went down to the ground in slippers, and after a brief wash, Zhang Fan began to prepare to clean up the house.

The huge room is empty, and he is the only one living in it at present, it is too deserted, if Jiang Xiaohua, Bai Chenxi, and Ma Ling'er are here, at least it will be a lot more lively.

After a long time, Zhang Fan finally cleaned up the house quickly, and even the windows and windowsills were wiped clean and spotless.

After doing this, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, and felt the hunger coming from his stomach, he hurriedly got dressed and set off in a hurry.

He's going out for a bite to eat, and he's always going to look hungry when he's coming back from the labyrinth of hell, and he's eager to treat himself to a big meal.

When he came to the breakfast shop near Fuguihuating Community, Zhang Fan skillfully ordered a pork and green onion-flavored xiaolongbao, plus two grilled sausages, and a bowl of millet porridge, and devoured it.

It was past nine o'clock in the morning, and there weren't many diners, so the restaurant wasn't too crowded.

Since Zhang Fan is a frequent visitor here, and he is familiar with the boss, the boss gave him an extra grilled sausage out of enthusiasm.

For this, Zhang Fan expressed his gratitude.

The owner of the breakfast shop is a middle-aged couple who are kind to each other, so there are many repeat customers who come to eat, and I heard that not long ago, they also won the honorary title of the best good citizen.

After the meal, Zhang Fan turned on his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Xiaohua, asking them when they would come back.

After this message was sent, it was instantly replied by Jiang Xiaohua in seconds.

She said that she had just called two days ago, and why did she ask again so quickly if she missed them.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan hurriedly retorted that he didn't, but he just remembered and suddenly asked.

In this regard, Jiang Xiaohua's answer is that you are a big radish pig's head, believe you a ghost.

Helpless, Zhang Fan had to admit it embarrassedly, because he had a little thought.

After talking to Jiang Xiaohua for a while, Zhang Fan quit WeChat, but before leaving, Jiang Xiaohua asked him to go to Maoshan Incense Candle Shop more, and there were more guests who came to the door recently.

After reading it, Zhang Fan agreed directly.

He didn't dare not agree, and if he didn't, he would definitely be beaten when he turned around.

It's too hard to be a human being in this world.

After paying for the meal, Zhang Fan rode a shared bicycle on the side of the road and rushed in the direction of Maoshan incense candle shop.

After a long time, he finally arrived.

It's just that before he got close to the Maoshan incense candle shop, he saw that there were many people around the store.

Taking a closer look, Zhang Fan found that it was four people, and they seemed to have something important to come to the Maoshan incense candle shop to find Jiang Xiaohua to calculate divination.

Seeing Zhang Fan coming, the four of them looked at him in surprise, but they didn't say anything, nor did they say hello, and quickly lowered their heads, as if they regarded Zhang Fan as a guest who came to watch things.

The four, two of whom were young men, who looked to be in their early twenties, were well-dressed and energetic, like college students still in school.

The remaining two, one is a middle-aged man wearing a black coat and slightly balding hair, he is five big and three thick, his body is sturdy, his face is full of vicissitudes, but his eyes are covered with a circle of rich dark circles, which seems to be because he often stays up late.

Except for him, the last person was a sloppy and unkempt man, with messy hair, squatting on the ground all the time, fiddling with his mobile phone, as if he was afraid of seeing people, and seemed to have some social phobia.

Zhang Fan's gaze was withdrawn from these people, and he slowly walked towards the rolling shutter door of the Maoshan incense candle shop, but before he could get closer, the bald man opened his mouth to remind: "This little brother, the owner of this incense candle shop, has not come back yet, and there is no point in you going to knock on the door now."

Hearing this, Zhang Fan smiled bitterly, shook his head, and did not refute, but slowly came to the roller shutter door, in front of the four guests, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the roller shutter door, until he pushed the glass door inside, he turned around, beckoned and smiled: "I am the owner of the incense candle shop, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

As soon as these words came out, the four of them were dumbfounded, but after a short period of stunnedness, the bald man was the first to react, and hurriedly rushed to the Maoshan incense candle shop.

After him, there were the two young men, and at the back of the line were the unkempt man, who had a vicissitudes of life, a scruffy beard, and a little unhygienic, and his age seemed to be about thirty years old.

"You don't have to wait in line, come in."

Zhang Fan smiled at a few people outside and welcomed them into the store very politely.

Anyway, there aren't many people who come to see Feng Shui today, and even if all four of them come in, it won't be too crowded.

"Which of you comes first?"

Zhang Fan took a cup of hot water for each of the four of them, handed it to them, and asked with a smile.

"I'll do it first." The bald man seemed to be a business owner, and he spoke very freely, full of confidence, and his speech and demeanor were more natural than the other three.

"Master, I don't want to hide it, I have a reluctant request."

The bald man sighed and looked at Zhang Fan, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"It's okay, if there's anything, just say it, and you can help me."

Zhang Fan said with a smile.

Now that he is very terrifying, the supernatural power is very terrifying, and ordinary supernatural events are just a piece of cake for him, even if he is a red-clothed ghost, he can easily suppress it.

"Actually, I run a ramen restaurant in the city center, and something weird happened to me the other day."

"Every time our shop closes, we clean the shop, but the next morning, when we go to work, we find that the shop that was originally cleaned has become extremely messy, and even all kinds of dishes are broken to the floor."

"At first, I didn't take it seriously, thinking it was a thief in the store, but I didn't find anything abnormal through surveillance, until last night, before one of my employees got off work, I saw a strange person squatting in the corner with a clear face, and I thought it was a thief, she called me, and a few people came up to take a look, and found that the figure was gone."

"Seeing this scene, I was frightened, and I knew that I must have encountered a supernatural event, because I came out of the mountain village to work hard, so I was convinced of these things about cows, horses, snakes, and gods."

"This kind of supernatural event happened so that my employees were so scared that they didn't dare to go to work, so I had to give them three days off as a group."

"Master, you also know that if we are in the catering business, if we close the door for one more day, we will lose one more income, and the dishes, meat, and so on in our store will also be not fresh, and those messy things add up, and our store will lose a lot."

"Master, you must help me."

Speaking of this, the bald man became excited, stood up directly from the sofa, and held Zhang Fan's right hand hard.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan hurriedly withdrew his right hand, smiled awkwardly and said, "According to what you say, you did meet someone to blame, huh...... Don't worry, in this case, you go home first and wait, and then I will come to your store in the evening to see it myself."

"That's it, master, here's my postcard, I'll pick you up at 20 o'clock in the evening."

The bald man handed a white postcard to Zhang Fan, thanking him in every way, and even went to the back and bowed deeply.

With Zhang Fan's assurance, the bald man cracked his mouth and left happily.

Sending him away, Zhang Fan exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then looked sideways at the other three.

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