"Ahem, it's just a common cold..."

Liu Jun coughed twice again and frowned, "Wife, give Xiaohui a call and ask him how he is."

"Um."

Mrs. Liu nodded, sat on the bed and called Li Shaohui.

Soon, the call was connected, and Mrs. Liu whispered softly, "Xiaohui, how are you?"

“Cough cough… cough cough cough…”

There was a rapid cough on the other end of the phone, followed by a hoarse voice:

"Master's wife... I seem to have a fever. I just took some medicine. I think I'll be fine after a good night's sleep..."

The sound from the loudspeaker reached Liu Jun's ears, and worry immediately appeared on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, Liu Jun shook his head and said, "Something is wrong. Something is wrong with what happened today..."

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Liu looked puzzled.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Jun forced himself to stand up, as if he was going to get out of bed.

Mrs. Liu suddenly became anxious and asked, "Old Liu, where are you going? I'll pour you some water!"

"If I don't drink water, I have to go out."

Liu Jun waved his hand and put on his clothes.

Seeing this, Mrs. Liu didn't say much and stepped forward to help.

She knew that she could not stop her husband from doing what he decided to do.

"I'll go with you."

"No, just stay at home."

Liu Jun refused outright, then dragged his tired body slowly towards the door.

Change shoes and go out.

Although his energy was damaged, Liu Jun's actions were decisive.

…

Five minutes later, Liu Jun took a taxi and went to Changhong Funeral Home.

When he arrived at the place, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

But he was lucky because Zhang Fan and others were cleaning up the store and were just about to get off work.

Looking at Liu Jun who was drowsy at the door, Zhang Fan asked, "Brother Liu, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother Zhang Fan, I might be in big trouble." Liu Jun said weakly.

"Quick, help the person in first."

Zhang Fan greeted him, and Wang Kai walked forward and helped Liu Jun to the sofa.

Zhang Fan then said, "Brother Liu, tell me, what happened?"

Liu Jun looked embarrassed and said hesitantly, "Brother Zhang Fan, I am just guessing. I feel like... I might have encountered evil spirits."

"Are you possessed by evil spirits?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, but couldn't tell what was going on. He turned to Zhao Yong and said, "Brother Yong, take a look."

Zhao Yong nodded, as if he had been prepared, and asked without hesitation: "Leader, have you been to Yejia Village recently?"

Liu Jun thought for a moment and said, "I have been there. Zhang Fan called me that day and said he wanted to find the ashes. We first did some research in the city and went to the village at noon... We came back around dusk, and we both caught a cold after we came back."

"At first I didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a common cold, so I took a day off. But today, instead of getting better, my condition got worse. I always feel... this is not a common cold, so I came to you for help."

At this point, Liu Jun looked embarrassed and said, "Brother Zhang Fan, I am sorry to bother you. Tomorrow, I will be responsible for handling the release procedures for those funeral store owners. Otherwise..."

"Okay, Brother Liu, no need to say more." Zhang Fan interrupted, "Since you are helping us find the ashes, I will definitely not sit idly by and watch if there are any problems."

"Yejia Village..."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan frowned slightly, and while looking at Liu Jun, he silently said, "Check the life span."

[Liu Jun: Remaining life span is 31 years. Due to uncontrollable factors, he will die within three days. He does not meet the burial standard. The person who tied the bell must untie it. The host cannot forcibly intervene.]

"Hiss... You can't interfere forcefully... Are you talking about the Dao Law?"

Zhang Fan looked thoughtful. After a moment of silence, he looked at Zhao Yong and said, "Brother Yong, is there any way to temporarily relieve the pain?"

“Yes, but it’s only a temporary solution.”

Zhao Yong nodded slightly, then reached behind his back and two talismans appeared in everyone's sight.

He directly handed the talisman paper to Liu Jun and instructed: "Go back and burn the talisman paper into ashes, dissolve it in water and drink it. It can temporarily relieve the pain."

"Thank you, thank you so much."

Liu Jun hurriedly thanked them, but he also heard the hidden meaning of the two people's words, and looked at Zhang Fan and said:

"Brother Zhang Fan, what is going on between us?"

"Brother Liu, please don't ask so many questions for now. I will find a way to deal with this matter."

Zhang Fan said seriously, "First, follow Zhao Yong's instructions, go back and drink the magic water, have a good rest, go to work as usual, and then wait for my news. Don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen to you two."

"Okay! Brother Zhang Fan, thank you very much. When I get better, I will definitely thank you very much."

Having said that, Liu Jun didn't hesitate any longer. After expressing his gratitude, he said, "My apprentice Xiaohui is still feeling unwell at home. I'll send the medicine to him first."

Zhang Fan glanced outside the door and saw a taxi waiting. He nodded and said, "Okay, Brother Liu, go slower."

After Liu Jun left, Zhang Fan looked at Zhao Yong and the others, frowned and said, "It seems that we have to go to Yejia Village..."

"Do I have to go?" Zhao Yong hesitated.

"I have to go."

Zhang Fan nodded affirmatively. Not to mention that Liu Jun originally got into this matter because he was helping him find ashes, just because Brother Liu always helped without complaints, he had to do him a favor.

Even if the issues in Yejia Village cannot be resolved, he can still transfer his lifespan.

Although the system said that order should not be disturbed, Liu Jun was originally supposed to live for more than 30 years.

Besides, I was given the function and permission to transfer my lifespan, but I am not allowed to use it?

What's the difference between treating yourself and a tool? You might as well just start showing off!

"You can go."

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yong said, “Wang Kai and I just broke through the bottleneck this morning, so we have fewer concerns.”

Benefiting from Zhang Fan's mission reward, Zhao Yong and Wang Kai did not show resistance like last time.

Wang Kai continued what Zhao Yong said, "But in this matter... the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it..."

"Oh? The one who tied the bell must be the one to untie it."

Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully. These two idiots actually said the same thing as the system.

It seems that there is a story behind this matter...

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan said, "Then in your opinion, what method should be used to solve it? We only have three days."

Zhao Yong shook his head and said, "You don't have to do anything. The bell ringer... will come to your door tomorrow."

"Really? I'll believe you this time, get off work!"

After hearing what Zhao Yong said, Zhang Fan immediately announced that he was leaving get off work.

After all, what Zhao Yong said was more reliable. If these words came from Wang Kai's mouth, he would probably have to think twice.

After get off work, Zhang Fan and his employees went back home.

Before leaving, Zhang Fan specifically told Wang Teng to post a new notice at the door stating that the store's free-of-charge activity was only for special customers and that walk-in customers were not accepted.

Because he vaguely felt that the two waves of prompts he received today would usher in another wave of orders.

…

After an afternoon of fermentation, everyone knew that Zhang Fan was concerned about saving his life.

From an eighty-year-old man to a four or five-year-old child, everyone can recite a few lines.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Yejia Village, at the home of the village chief Ye Qiubo.

A group of old people sat together.

Just this afternoon, they sent away a Feng Shui master.

In fact, Ye Qiubo has always believed that there is a problem in the village, but the neighbors are unwilling to pool money to hire a master.

It was not until more than a dozen graves were robbed overnight and a dead body was found in the back mountain that people believed Ye Qiubo's words.

However, although this Feng Shui master saw something, he was unwilling to speak up no matter what, let alone help solve the problem.

"I think everyone has understood what the gentleman said today. There is a big problem in the village!"

Ye Qiubo said solemnly: "To be honest, my health has been getting worse over the past few years. I feel that there is something wrong with the village. What about you?"

After the words were spoken, the old men and women responded one by one.

"I feel a little uncomfortable when the wind blows."

"Is there something wrong with the water source in the village? I keep coughing for decades."

"Village Chief... could it be related to what happened to Ye Dashan and his wife back then?"

"Not really... it's impossible. I haven't had a smooth life since then..."

"Shut up!"

Ye Qiubo stopped everyone and said sternly: "No one should mention what happened back then. Ye Dashan was a fool. He is already dead. Let this matter rest in my stomach!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a sudden silence at the scene, which was regarded as tacit agreement with Ye Qiubo's statement.

"Uncle, hey? Are you all here?"

At this moment, Ye Xiaoshan came in holding his father's ashes and said with a smile: "I found my father's ashes."

"The hill is coming, come on, sit down."

"Just find it, just find it, sit down."

“…”

When they saw Ye Xiaoshan, everyone instantly became enthusiastic and smiled and asked him to sit down.

After Ye Xiaoshan sat down, he looked at Ye Qiubo and said, "Uncle, what are you guys talking about?"

"We didn't talk about anything, it's just that the weather has changed these past two days and I'm not feeling well."

Ye Qiubo said perfunctorily, and then changed the subject: "By the way, Xiaoshan, you young people understand the Internet, can you tell me what's going on with the funeral brother? I heard that it can save lives?"

"Funeral brother?"

Ye Xiaoshan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Uncle, you've asked the right person. I'm very familiar with the owner of Changhong Funeral Home, and he was the one who helped me find the ashes."

Ye Xiaoshan took out his phone and found the news, explaining: "This morning, someone jumped from the 18th floor, and because of what Brother Sangzang said, he didn't even get a scratch!"

"Is there such a good thing?"