As soon as he said this, Chen Fan became even more curious. He asked the old man, "What method did this treasure-sucking man use? Do they know how to spell?"

The old man shook his head, "Oh, I only know that the craftsmanship of this treasure holder is divided into five categories: observing the sky, looking at the earth, looking for vines, touching melons, and sealing the mouth. Each craft has its own system and is very complex. If it weren't for the true teachings, I wouldn't have thought of the tricks in it!"

"Do they know how to spell?"

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"It's better to be a little bit, it should."

The old man nodded, "But they are all rough skills, and they do not have the ability to fly and escape from the earth!"

“This is natural.”

Chen Fan thought, even those who practice this specialize in the process of not seeing who can fly to the sky and escape? If a treasure holder really has this ability, wouldn’t it be great?

Thinking of this, he chatted with the old man with a smile for a while. Seeing that the old man could not find any more useful clues, he left after a few greetings.

I left the teahouse and went outside to take a taxi. Someone came to the bus stop and patted him on the shoulder.

Chen Fan turned around and saw that it was a young man in black clothes. He was in his early twenties and was quite tall and had a long face. He waved his hand at Chen Fan and signaled Chen Fan to follow him.

Chen Fan was confused and didn't think much about it. As soon as he arrived in the alley, he pushed three big men in from behind!

Chen Fan was shocked and thought to himself, who is this person?

At this moment, the other party had already picked up a stick and hit it from behind!

Chen Fan is not a vegetarian either! Seeing that the situation is not good, he immediately took action!

He punched the person pressing his shoulder to the ground, and then immediately fought with everyone!

Chen Fan is originally very good at close combat, but now he is more diligent in ghost skills!

He almost didn't have much effort to knock down all the two waiting inside and three outside.

These people were also unlucky. They either had their arms broken or were removed. The most pitiful thing was that their chin was dislocated and they couldn't get up at all. Even the one who was the mildest injured was kicked over by Chen Fan and couldn't stand up at all.

Chen Fan snatched the beer from the mobile phone of a middle-aged man who had been ambushed, weighed it in his hand, threw it hard, and slammed the wine into pieces. The one who hugged his head and wailed, no longer had the strength to fight back!

"What are you doing?"

One by one, they pulled to the corner of the wall and made them kneel on the ground and kneel in a row. Chen Fan looked at everyone coldly with a steel pipe in his hand.

If Chen Fan had no other aura, he would be afraid of these people.

"What are you doing?"

He looked at him but did not answer. Chen Fan carried the stick in his hand on his shoulder and raised it to beat him.

The middle-aged man was so scared that he trembled and quickly covered his face, "I said! I said! We are Mr. Zhang San's friends!!"

"Master Zhang San? Which Master Zhang San?"

"Zhang Guangshu!"

Chen Fan nodded and understood immediately.

"What are you looking for me?"

"We just want to ask you where Mr. Zhang is now! He owed our boss money and agreed to pay it back yesterday, but there is no news for this person until now!"

The man saw Chen Fan put down the stick and felt a little relieved, "!! We were also entrusted by others to collect debts! The young man didn't know Mount Tai and didn't want to be so capable! We knew that he was wrong! He knew that he was wrong! You see that his brothers were not easy to live, so let us go! Ah! Let's go, let's go!"

The middle-aged man was shameless, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed like a pecking rice.

"No, I don't understand what you meant very much! How did you find Zhang Guangshu on my head? I don't know him or her?"

Chen Fan frowned slightly.

"You don't know him? Why do you have that meaty Zhi Tai Sui on your hands?"

The middle-aged man was also stunned and said with a big mouth, "The meat zhi Tai Sui was mortgaged to our boss by Zhang Guangshu! He agreed that he would send it to us after he got it! When we heard that the meat zhi Tai Sui appeared, we came over! At first, he thought it was Zhang Guangshu who was playing tricks on us! Later, the old man told us, "You brought the meat zhi Tai Sui, and said, "And he said..."

"What else do you say?" Chen Fan frowned.

"Also, maybe you are bad at slap in the dark, and you will be bad at Master Zhang San when someone is unprepared!"

The middle-aged man said humbly.

"I don't know Zhang Guangshu. I caught that Tai Sui by myself, it has nothing to do with them."

Chen Fan threw the stick in his hand aside, "What era is this? Don't talk nonsense if you have no evidence! Tell you that I am in a good mood today and don't care about you. If I am unhappy, you will feel better!"

Chen Fan waved his hand and said, "Get out!"

Several people ran away like a life-long escape.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

Not far away, someone applauded.

Chen Fan looked back and saw a guy in black clothes and sunglasses really standing next to an Audi clapping hands, "You are good at it, little brother."

Chen Fan subconsciously narrowed his eyes, "What are you doing?"

"I'm here to invite you to the banquet. Our master is already waiting for you."

The other party bowed to Chen Fan politely and smiled like he was malicious.

Chen Fan turned around and put his hand in his pocket, "Who is your master? Do I know him? I don't seem to have any acquaintances in CSS!"

As soon as the words were finished, the car window rolled down and a familiar voice flew out of the car window, "If you ask you to get in, you will get in the car, what are you talking about!"

Black sunglasses bowed and retreated aside, and Chen Fan walked over.

Chen Fan bent down and looked at the rich girl sitting inside, and laughed out loud, "Oh, it's coming very quickly!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get in the car!" The rich girl waved her hand.

Chen Fan got into the car.

Black sunglasses pressed down on the steering wheel and galloped away.

At around two o'clock in the second half of the night, Chen Fan came back drunk, took the room to swipe the room and entered the room, and plunged into the bathroom.

"Hey!"

The young lady had been waiting all night and pushed open the door to see him. Chen Fan soaked most of his body in water, as if he was dead.

"What are you doing? Come back so late?"

The young lady leaned against the door with her shoulders in her arms.

"I went to meet a rich man and asked something I wanted to know. We made an appointment to go to BJ tomorrow, and the car will be at 2pm."

Chen Fan opened his eyes and looked at the woman, "Wu Qiong has already said hello. He will come to pick you up tomorrow when he drives his sister's car. You guys go back first, I'll talk later."

Chen Fan closed his eyes again.

Very tired.

The young lady pouted, crawled to the point, and waited for a long time in her quilt before Chen Fan came out in her pajamas.

She blinked her big eyes and waited for a long time, but there was no movement behind her, so she turned around quietly.

The man lying beside him had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The young lady felt very much that there seemed to be some kind of gap between Chen Fan and her.

Because Chen Fan was not like this before, he lay coldly wherever he had no self or carried him over, and fell asleep without saying anything, as if he had not seen himself.

The young lady suddenly felt wronged, her nose felt sore, and tears rolled in her eyes.

She has never cried for hundreds or thousands of years, but for some reason, she felt like she wanted to cry this time.

"What are you doing? Why are you crying?"

Chen Fan woke up and asked her by the young lady's shoulder.

The young lady wiped her tears and hid stubbornly without saying a word.

"This day, it's like a child."

Chen Fan hugged her in his arms and touched her head helplessly.

Chen Fan is already a real young man, one head taller than the young lady.

The young lady was originally a slightly thin type, and her body shrank and she became completely dependent on her body.

"You bully people."

After a while, the young lady sucked her big snot and murmured.

"I'm bullying you, what's the matter?"

Chen Fan grabbed the young lady's snow-white little one and grabbed him with a strong grasp.

The wonderful touch with strength and strength made Chen Fan unable to suppress his inner excitement. He really wanted to carry a gun and get on the horse, so that she could feel relaxed and happy.

But how could Chen Fan not know the young lady’s temperament? It is already the limit to be able to do this.
To be continued...