Hearing this, Zhang Fan's expression changed, and he subconsciously thought of Zhang Xiongyu and his son. Could it be them?
Zhang Fan was thinking about it, looking into the distance, but suddenly he saw two familiar figures walking from a distance.
Looking closely, Zhang Fan discovered that it was Zhang Xiongyu and his son. They are still alive and not dead.
Zhang Fan saw this and was about to say something when suddenly a cold wind blew past him. The cold wind was mixed with the strong smell of blood.
Sensing something strange, Zhang Fan suddenly turned his head and saw two women in black robes, with their feet dangling in the air, rushing towards Zhang Xiongyu and his son.
Moreover, no one around them noticed where they passed. Obviously, they are not alive.
Rather. . . . . . A scary ghost. The speed of these two women in black robes was astonishing. When Zhang Fan wanted to remind Zhang Xiongyu and his son, it was already too late.
Because the two women in black robes had already arrived in front of Zhang Xiongyu and his son. In the next second, Zhang Xiongyu and his son's faces quickly turned purple at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, their bodies softened and they fell to the ground. , died inexplicably.
As they died, the surrounding passers-by suddenly screamed. Soon, several medical staff came over carrying a stretcher. After several rescue operations, the leading medical staff shook his head with regret and said to the people next to him, "It's hopeless. Let's go slowly." Stand up.
Someone came to the medical staff and asked about the cause of death of the deceased. The medical staff simply replied that he died of smoke asphyxiation.
Zhang Fan couldn't hear clearly from a distance, but he just heard the words "can't be saved."
"Holy shit, why are you dead?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened and he felt speechless. He originally wanted a debt, but he didn't expect that this would be a good thing. Even people died, and he still wanted shitty money.
In other words, this is a typical case of paying off debts after death. Zhang Fan cursed fiercely and wanted to find the traces of the two black-robed women just now, but unfortunately, he did not see it. Apparently these two ghosts left on their own initiative after killing Zhang Xiongyu and his son. .
After looking at the crowd for a while, Zhang Fan had no choice but to turn around and leave. Everyone is dead, so it doesn't make much sense to continue to stay here.
. . . . . . After a while, Zhang Fan returned to the shop dejectedly and slumped down on the sofa.
It seems that the debt can't be recovered. After all, people are dead, so we can't find their ghosts and beat them up.
Just when Zhang Fan was helpless, his phone suddenly rang. Zhang Fan turned on his phone and 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 yet been transferred, so he answered the phone.
When the call was connected, Du Jianhai on the other end burst into tears. He cried loudly, which was a bit annoying. Zhang Fan only listened to a few words and quickly put the phone away from his ears.
He was afraid that if he listened too much, he would become deaf. Du Jianhai cried for a while before his voice gradually became quieter. Only then did Zhang Fan dare to put the phone back to his ear.
Zhang Fan asked Du Jianhai what happened, and Du Jianhai immediately apologized in a sincere and regretful tone, saying that it was his fault yesterday and everything was his fault, and he would take the money he owed Zhang Fan. The million dollar reward will be paid back as soon as possible.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan was startled and confused, wondering if Du Jianhai had taken the wrong medicine today.
Zhang Fan asked why, and Du Jianhai apologized for a while before telling him the reason. It turned out that a fire broke out in the wealthy area last night and a father and son were burned to death. Du Jianhai thought that Zhang Xiongyu accidentally offended Zhang Fan by not paying him the one million yuan yesterday, so he made Zhang Fan get angry and use He practiced witchcraft and set fire to them.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan felt his head grow bigger. He even said, "Are you sick?" Then he told what happened today in detail.
After hearing Zhang Fan's description, Du Jianhai's fear was reduced a lot, but he was still wary and said with fear that one million would be credited to his account later.
Zhang Fan originally wanted to say that Zhang Xiongyu is dead and you are not a debtor, so there is no need to pay for him. But before the words were spoken, Du Jianhai hurriedly hung up the phone, seemingly going to raise money.
Helpless, Zhang Fan had no choice but to sigh and put his phone in his pocket. Forget it, if you want to give me money, just give me money. Anyway, I'm worried that no one will give me money.
Since someone was willing to send money to his door, Zhang Fan had no reason not to accept it. For a moment, he felt refreshed, and the previous gloomy atmosphere suddenly disappeared.
Haha, today is such a good day, it’s really such a good day. Just like that, Zhang Fan went up to the second floor again while humming a little tune.
Only two ghosts, Liu Ying and Liu Ying, were left with confused eyes. They didn't know why. They just thought that Zhang Fan had some serious problem in his brain.
Zhang Fan returned to the second floor, turned on his computer, logged into Chicheng and looked over. After not looking at it for a while, he discovered that [The End of Horror] had more than a thousand clicks, even 50 favorites, and more than a dozen reader comments appeared in the comment area.
The contents of these readers' comments are all very scary and they ask the author to keep working hard.
Zhang Fan smiled with satisfaction after reading it. It seems that what he wrote was indeed quite popular among readers. But just when Zhang Fan opened the author area and wanted to add 10,000 words, he suddenly saw a message from a website pushed over for no reason.
This message is to inform Zhang Fan that [Terror End] can sign a contract. It is also called signing.
Only when you sign the contract can you take the first step towards writing online articles. Zhang Fan suddenly felt happy. He quickly opened the information above, found the contact information of the editor recommended by the website, and applied as a friend.
However, the contact information for the editors of these websites seems to be only Penguin, and WeChat does not seem to be available.
I applied for a friend and was approved quickly in less than a minute. The person who led the signing of the contract for Zhang Fan was an editor named Hongzhidou.
He first told Zhang Fan the rules for signing contracts, and then sent some electronic contracts. Upon seeing this, Zhang Fan carefully read the electronic contract before preparing to sign the contract.
It was not until two hours passed that Zhang Fan finally mailed the contract, and all the signing matters were ready.
It is said that the headquarters of Chicheng Chinese Network is in Beijing, 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 he became a contracted work. Moreover, the editor of Hongzhidou sent him a cover and asked him to change it. He also told him not to interrupt the update, and then went to do other things.
Seeing this, Zhang Fan said OK excitedly and was about to exit the Penguin. At this moment, a ding-dong sound sounded again, and Zhang Fan suddenly discovered to his surprise that he had been pulled into a signing group.
The group leader of the signing group is the editor-in-chief of Hongzhidou. With his entry, the entire signing group suddenly exploded.
One after another, the authors who were diving emerged. 【Welcome to join the group! 】【Welcome newcomers, newcomers please take photos!
】【Current status -1! 】【Boss, please take some explosive photos! 】【Boss, please send a red envelope! 】. . .
. . . Various greetings to welcome newcomers appeared one after another in the group, and Zhang Fan was stunned for a while.
After being shocked for a long time, Zhang Fan finally realized what he was doing, so he prepared to send a red envelope to liven up the atmosphere in the group.
He originally wanted to send a red envelope worth ten yuan, but when he thought that it was so small, it was a bit inappropriate, so he adjusted the amount of the red envelope to one hundred. However, when he was about to send it out, his finger accidentally pressed too much. I got a zero and directly handed out a thousand yuan.
The thousand yuan was divided into a hundred packages, and almost as soon as they were sent out, they were quickly snatched up by people in the group in seconds.
When Zhang Fan came back to his senses, his expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but uttered a curse word: "Fuck!!!"
