"Wang Teng? Why did this guy suddenly send a message?"

Zhang Fan muttered to himself. He didn't have time to read the seven or eight messages. He wanted to make arrangements for Yang Er first.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan looked at Yang Er and said, "Boss Yang, when can your dog go to work?"

"Tomorrow, you can go to work tomorrow, Brother Funeral. Just wait for my news tomorrow morning." Yang Er said without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll leave today. Remember to contact me tomorrow."

Zhang Fan nodded, then turned around and left with Zhao Yong and Wang Kai.

"Don't worry, Brother Funeral, I will complete the mission!"

Looking at Zhang Fan's departing back, Yang Er bowed respectfully, not knowing who he learned this from.

…

Five minutes later, Zhang Fan and the other two left the mental hospital and got into Zhao Yong's old car.

After starting the car, Zhao Yong couldn't help but ask, "Boss, Lao Zhao, what were you talking about just now? I know how to provoke someone, but what about closing your eyes?"

Facing Zhao Yong's question, Zhang Fan did not intend to hide it and said truthfully:

"Brother Yong, since you are one of us, I will not hide it from you. The Yang Er just now was actually the weapon of Erlang Shen, the True Lord of Manifestation, a three-pointed, two-edged halberd."

“And the reason why I praised Hu Yidao’s ability at the beginning was because weapons generally have a warlike heart, but this trick didn’t work, so I deliberately threw out some information related to Yang Jian.”

"Three...three-pointed, two-edged halberds?"

After hearing what Zhang Fan said, Zhao Yong felt his head buzzing. He hesitated for a long time and frowned, "Boss, if I heard it right, you are talking about Yang Jian, the legendary judicial god in heaven?!"

"What's the matter, Brother Yong? You are a cultivator after all, don't you believe that there are gods in the world?" Zhang Fan said with a smile.

"Of course I believe it..." Zhao Yong was stunned for a moment, and said, "Although I believe that there are gods in this world, I don't believe... that a thing of this level would appear in a mental hospital. This, this is illogical!"

"There is nothing illogical or illogical."

Zhang Fan shook his head and smiled, "This world is different from the one we knew before. For example, Li Donghai may look a little nervous, but his true form is very likely to be a powerful being."

"This...this...I'd better drive."

Zhao Yong wanted to express his own opinion, but finally took it back and decided to believe Zhang Fan's statement for the time being.

"Boom~"

However, just after starting the car, Zhao Yong was still a little worried, and asked again: "Boss, are you really going to let my uncle handle this matter?"

"Let's try it first. If it doesn't work, we'll think of another way." Zhang Fan said after thinking for a while.

"good!"

Hearing Zhang Fan say that he could still find a way, Zhao Yong breathed a sigh of relief and stepped on the accelerator to move forward.

Seeing that the two had no other questions, Zhang Fan remembered to take out his cell phone to see what messages Wang Teng had sent.

Click on Wang Teng’s message list, and the client automatically pops up the first message.

Wang Teng's attitude was very respectful:

"Boss, I'm so sorry to bother you by sending you a message during off-hours!"

"There is something I really have to report to you!"

"Boss, are you there? It's urgent!"

"Boss, you must be busy if you don't say anything, so I'll talk about business first."

"I just had a dream. Our South City might be in trouble!"

"In my dream, in the South City, there is a thousand miles of barren land, corpses are everywhere, ghosts are rampant, and there is almost no room for living people!"

"I don't know why I had such a dream, but I feel there must be a reason!"

"Boss, I'll have a good sleep tonight. If I dream about my mother, I'll definitely ask him about it!"

"Boss, I hope you can come to the store early tomorrow morning so I can tell you the details!"

"Boss, remember to reply if you receive this message!"

"hiss……"

After reading Wang Teng’s message, Zhang Fan frowned immediately.

Judging from the words he chose, Wang Teng should be quite anxious, and the situation he described was indeed quite important.

If an ordinary person dreamed about something, Zhang Fan would naturally not take it to heart.

But Wang Teng is different. His previous dreams have all come true.

He could even remember the details of a master like Hu Yidao in his dreams.

Another point is that when a normal person wakes up from a dream, he or she will basically forget the dream completely within five minutes.

But Wang Teng is different. He can record every detail of his dream.

This...may really happen...

"A thousand miles of barren land... corpses everywhere... ghosts roaming everywhere... Will Nancheng be the first to mysteriously revive?"

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Fan replied to Wang Teng with a message: "Okay, see you tomorrow morning."

At this time, Wang Kai saw Zhang Fan's serious face and asked in confusion: "Boss, what happened?"

"Wang Teng, he is dreaming again."

Zhang Fan said truthfully: "He dreamed that South City had strangely revived, and there were evil spirits everywhere, and the land was barren for thousands of miles, with corpses everywhere."

"This... this guy's dream can't be ignored." Wang Kai also frowned and said:

"If what he said is true, it means that South City may be mysteriously revived, and by that time, we may not exist anymore. Otherwise, there would be no deaths everywhere..."

"This dream should indeed be taken seriously." Zhao Yong, who had remained silent, spoke up.

"Then let's have a meeting tomorrow morning." Zhang Fan decided immediately.

"Okay!" Wang Kai and Zhao Yong said in unison.

After he finished speaking, Zhao Yong turned the steering wheel twice, intending to turn right and enter the main road.

stare!

But at this moment, a high beam suddenly shone on the faces of the three people.

Immediately afterwards, four or five cars came speeding from all directions and surrounded Zhao Yong's classic car.

Seeing this, the three of them all had some differences.

Wang Kai was puzzled and asked, "What's going on? Did you two offend someone?"

"Let's get off the bus and take a look."

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, opened the car door and got out quickly, and Wang Kai and Zhao Yong followed quickly.

On the other side, a large group of people gradually walked out of the convoy in front of the three people.

The leader was a white-haired old man, followed by a young man in a leather jacket.

"Master, is the seal really in the hands of these three people?" The man in leather jacket showed doubt. No matter how he looked at it, the person who possessed the Xuanmen seal should not drive such a broken car.

"I have just sensed the energy fluctuations of the palm print, it is absolutely correct."

The old man spoke slowly, squinting at Zhang Fan and said, "The Second Hospital's monitor just sent a message that the young man in the middle should be the owner of Changhong Funeral Company, the funeral brother who is very popular on the Internet."

"Mourner brother? Is it actually funeral brother?"

Hearing this, the man in leather jacket suddenly widened his eyes and cast his gaze on Zhang Fan.

Yes, this is indeed the Funeral Brother himself!

I didn't expect that the seal of Xuanmen was actually stolen by Brother Sangzang!

It just so happens that I can both eliminate a scourge for everyone and retrieve the seal of Xuanmen, which is simply killing two birds with one stone!

The old man and a group of people slowly approached, and Wang Kai said with some disdain:

"Someone from Xuanmen."

"Are you sure?" Zhang Fan frowned slightly. In his heart, he actually believed what Wang Kai said. He was just curious why the people from Xuanmen wanted to block his way.

"Sure." Wang Kai nodded and said coldly:

"They should be coming for the palm print. Don't worry, boss. After Lao Zhao and I were promoted, we are no longer the same as before. I can kill them with one hand."

"After all, he is from Xuanmen, so show mercy." Zhao Yong knew that he could not persuade him, so he reminded him.

Wang Kai: "I know. I'm just giving you face."

Soon, the Xuanmen people came to Zhang Fan, and the old man in the lead spoke first:

"Brother Funeral? I've heard of your name for a long time, but I didn't expect to run into you here today."

Hearing these polite words, Zhang Fan was speechless for a moment.

What do you mean by seeing each other? It was obviously you who brought people to surround them, okay? Do you have any shame?

But as the old saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you. Zhang Fan responded politely:

"You're welcome. Your Excellency?"

"My name is Yang Dianfeng, and I'm the director of Nanshan Mental Hospital. I heard that you are very interested in mentally ill patients. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly. I have some experience in this area." The old man said with a smile.

"No, I just like chatting. I like chatting with interesting people." Zhang Fan said perfunctorily.

"Oh?" Yang Dianfeng looked up and said, "What a coincidence. I just happen to have an interesting topic here."

"What topic?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"I heard that you have a stone in your hand that looks like a tile. Can you show it to me?"

"Are you talking about the Xuanmen seal?" Zhang Fan said without hiding anything.

“That’s right!”

Yang Dianfeng's eyes burned as he said excitedly, "Since you know this, Brother Sangzang, I won't hide it from you."

"Interesting?" Zhang Fan sneered, "The thing is in my hand. Am I hiding it or are you hiding it?"

Yang Dianfeng did not answer, but directly said in a commanding tone: "Where is the thing? Return it to me."

"Return? Return it to you?" Zhang Fan asked unhappily, "Why?"

"Just because I am the leader of Xuanmen, and Brother Wangchuan passed the throne to me personally before he left, the Xuanmen seal should be in my hands!"

Yang Dianfeng spoke righteously and confidently: "This was originally a thing of my Xuanmen. I don't know how it fell into your hands. Now I happened to meet it and it is returned to its original owner. You have done a good thing."

"I can give it to you, it's just a broken stone." Zhang Fan nodded seriously and said with a smile: "But you have to kowtow to me twice first, I want to hear a sound. The request is not high, just kowtow to me ten sides and it will be fine!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Dianfeng's face suddenly became ferocious, and the faces of the Xuanmen members behind him were not very good either.

This was their highly respected leader of Xuanmen, and yet he was asked to kneel down and kowtow in public!

It's really too much!

The leather jacket man behind the old man immediately flew into a rage and waved his fist:

"You bastard! I've already told you the good things. Don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit. If you don't hand it over, don't blame us for using force. I don't have the good temper of Old Yang!"

"Fuck you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Kai's foot had already kicked the leather jacket man in the chest.

“Who gave you the face?”

"puff!"

With a kick, the leather jacket man instantly donated blood orally and flew back more than ten meters before stopping.

"Bang!"

He fell heavily to the ground, and the people in Xuanmen only then reacted. They didn't even see when Wang Kai made the move.

However, with Old Yang here to keep things under control, they naturally wouldn't panic.

After coming to their senses, they all got ready to fight, ready to rush forward to restore Xuanmen's face.

Zhao Yong and Wang Kai also had gloomy faces and were ready to take action at any time.

At first, Zhao Yong wanted to bypass them for the sake of his grandfather.

I didn't expect that after so many years, Xuanmen has become like this.

Also, before his grandfather took him away, he clearly passed the position of sect leader to him and Hu Yidao, and asked the two of them to maintain Xuanmen according to the situation. However, the seal of Xuanmen was personally handed over to Zhao Yong. The meaning is self-evident.

When it came to Old Deng's mouth, he actually dared to say that it was passed on to him.

For a moment, the two sides were on the verge of a fight, but since Zhang Fan didn't say anything, Wang and Zhao were able to endure it a little.

At this time, Yang Dianfeng made a gesture to suppress everyone, then looked at Zhang Fan and said coldly:

"Little brother, do you have to make things so awkward? You are not an ordinary person. You should have heard of Xuanmen. Do you know that if we take action, you may not see the sun tomorrow?"

[Ding! The following offense is detected. Do you want to impose sanctions? ]

At this moment, a system prompt sound suddenly rang in Zhang Fan's mind.

Hearing the system's prompt, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he figured out the reason.

This Nanshan Mental Hospital is originally our territory.

No matter whether you are from the first or second hospital, or whether you are from the Xuanmen or not, in my territory, how dare you speak to the King of Hell in this tone?

Without thinking too much, Zhang Fan said silently: "Just give him a little punishment, Brother Tongzi, please show some mercy."

Then, Zhang Fan looked at Yang Dianfeng and said with a smile, "Dean Yang, right? There is something I forgot to inform you. This Xuanmen and Nanshan Mental Hospital have long been under my control."

"It's none of your business. Hahahaha, how shameless! Huh?"

“Crack, crack.”

Yang Dianfeng laughed loudly, then stood there in a daze, suddenly realizing something.

He heard the sound of bones breaking.

Wait...it seems like my ribs are broken!

“Plop!”

The next second, Yang Dianfeng's limbs went limp and he fell to his knees.

His face showed horror, and he quickly touched his knee, but all he felt was a pool of dead flesh like mud, without any feeling at all!

“This…this!”

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Yang Dianfeng looked at Zhang Fan with panic, then turned his head to look again.

The member closest to him was almost folded.

Half of the people he brought this time have already fainted.

Maybe it’s because of his age, Yang Dianfeng’s sense of pain is a little slower.

Feeling an intense pain, he clearly felt that his internal organs were rapidly dissolving!

Without any hesitation, Yang Dianfeng used his remaining strength to kowtow to Zhang Fan, showing a lot of respect:

"Brother Funeral, please show mercy!"

“Hehe.”

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and with an idea in his mind, he suspended the punishment of everyone.

"Master Yang, do you believe what I said now?"

“This… Brother Sangzang, actually I want the Xuanmen seal because I have no choice. Nancheng may be strangely resurrected!”