"Suspicious people? What are they doing?"

"I don't know, I came since six o'clock in the morning and kept lying around, as if I didn't dare to come in. I looked like a rich man, and I saw that I looked like a car parked."

Wanchou felt aroused. Could it be that the Tudi Lord cast a spell and a customer came to his house?

He pushed the door and walked out, stood in the yard, stretched his waist, shook his head and said loudly, "There is a poem saying: There are many dreams at night, and the soul is predicted by good or bad luck. Zhuang Zhou is empty and turned into a butterfly, Lu Wangzhao is flying bear, Ding Gu has a pine and noble, Jianghai has a clear pen, and Huangliang Wuxia affairs are all in poverty. I dreamed last night, and it was at this time that the distinguished guest was here, why haven't he arrived yet?"

As he said that, Fan Chou pretended to reach out and pinched his hands, imitating Guo Crooked, rolling his eyes constantly, muttering in his mouth and not knowing what to say. In fact, he could hear clearly when he approached. What he was talking about was actually: Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat, Boiling Goat, Slow Goat, Sheep, Soft Red Goat, Big Wolf, Gray Wolf...

As soon as I read this, someone outside the wall coughed and asked, "Is this Mr. Fan's home?"

Fan Chou secretly laughed and replied: "Yes, I am the one with Fan. If you have any questions, please come in and talk to me."

A thief-headed man came over outside the door. Sure enough, he was in his forties, and he was dressed in the temple and burned incense. He was neat and spotless, and said to Wanchou with a hint of doubt and surprise: "Are you Mr. Fan?"

Feng Chou held his hand and nodded, "That's right, is this gentleman's fault?"

The man looked into the house and asked in embarrassment: "Is this...uh, is it a piece of paper money that can be used in the underworld? I want to buy some."

Fan Chou was secretly happy, but he deliberately said, "I am not a businessman here, how can I call a business? There are underworld secrets, but only those who are sincere can ask them to leave from me. Also, sending underworld secrets to the underworld is not only for the flowers for ancestors, but also for the accumulation of merits for one's own fortune and longevity. The more you give, the more you will protect you. Also, this gentleman should have arrived at six in the morning, so why have he been wandering outside?"

The man looked stunned and clapped his hands and said, "Oh, sir, I'm right. I did come in the morning, but I'm not afraid of sir's jokes. I've never believed in these gods and ghosts before, so I'm embarrassed to come in."

Wanchou nodded: "Then you can talk about your problem now."

"Sir, since I asked, I said that, that's it. Last night I had a strange dream. After waking up, I was half-believing and half-doubted, so I rushed over to verify."

It turned out that this man's surname is Wang and he was the boss of a company. Last night, he suddenly dreamed of his father who had been dead for many years, dressed in a torn manner. When he saw him, he scolded him, saying that he was unfilial and did not give himself money to spend. He could not afford to eat or wear in the underworld, and lived a life like a beggar.

At that time, Boss Wang was stunned and told his father in his dream that he would give him a lot of money every year, such as big money, bundles of yellow paper, half a cart, half a cart, how could he still have no money to spend?

His father said, "You burn those things, all of them are fake coins, and gold ingots are not fake, but the underworld is not allowed to use gold ingots, but only money is circulated. After the gold ingots arrive in the underworld, they all received the offering pavilion in Fengdu City. Now they rely on the monthly relief funds distributed by the underworld, which is enough to buy two steamed buns a day.

His father also said that there is a Mr. Fan in the city now. He lives in some places. He is a real god. If you want to give him real coins that can be circulated in the underworld, you can only find him.

Finally, his father told Boss Wang not to forget, because he only had this opportunity to dream. If he didn't give him money, he would go to King Yan to sue him for being disobedient and unfilial. After that, he swung his stick and looked at his head and left cursingly.

Boss Wang woke up at that time. He thought it was just a dream, but then he felt that his head hurt so much. He touched it with his hand and saw a big bag, which was where his father beat him with a stick.

So, he went out this morning and found the Wanchou family according to the instructions in his dream. However, he had been observing outside and did not dare to come in rashly. After hearing what Fanchou said, he knew that there were really experts in this family, so he took the courage to come in and ask.

Fan Chou smiled slightly and said, "I just accidentally talked with the land god in this city about the disaster that the sentient beings in the underworld were suffering from this disaster and deliberately helped me. I didn't expect that he would tell me about it so quickly. Ahem, don't tell anyone about this matter to others. Leaving the secret of heaven will damage your life."

Boss Wang's eyes were straightened. Mr. Fan actually chatted with the Land God. It turned out that he was a god. It seemed that the dream was real. He kept bowing and asking Mr. Fan for help.

Fan Chou looked at the sky with his head tilted, pretending to be whispered for a while, and then said, "Look at your sincerity, how much money do you want to ask for?"

Boss Wang was stunned and said, "I don't know this, the more the better. My father has lived for many years, so I have to make up for it."

Fan Chou nodded: "It's good, but people should not be greedy. I will give you eight boxes of dark money first, how about it?"

"Eight boxes? How much does it cost?"

"Well, the number is not counted. It will definitely make your father live a good life. Don't worry, he will come to report you good luck."

Wanchou thought that this must be said, otherwise how could he believe that the people below really received the money?

Boss Wang really breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had been worried about being deceived. Although he had a good attitude to the scope, in this society, there were endless tricks of scammers, so who wouldn’t be more careful?

However, after looking at Boss Wang, Fan Chou thought that these eight boxes were in the house, but how could he take them out? If he moved them out one by one, it would be too expensive. If he lost his identity, it would easily make people suspicious. With a sudden inspiration, Fan Chou turned around and shouted into the house: "Come on, carry out the eight boxes of underworld secret money and check it out for this Boss Wang."

As soon as he finished speaking, in a moment, the closed door opened automatically. Then eight boxes lined up and floated out on their own, scaring Boss Wang to his stomach so weak that he fell on the ground.

"A god, Mr. Fan is really a god. Wang is convinced this time, and I am convinced."

With a smile, with a wave of his hand, eight boxes fell to the ground with a slam, and they were automatically arranged in two stacks. Fen said: "Ming Chao is ready, Boss Wang, only if you have a sincere heart."

"I understand, I understand, I am sincere, I must be sincere."

Boss Wang hurriedly took out two stacks of brand new banknotes from his pocket and respectfully handed them to Wanchou. How could Wanchou reach out to take it? He waved his hand again: "Go!"

Just as he saw the two stacks of money flying into the house, Boss Wang could no longer help, knelt on the ground and quarreled, and rushed back tremblingly, "Come on, please pay me a blessing to Xian Xian Fan."

Four people ran in from outside, Yishui's black suits were not vague at all, neatly arranged in a row, bowed loudly, and shouted: "Fan Shenxian Jixiang..."

Fan Chok held back his smile, turned around and glared at the overwhelming Lu Bu, and said, "Go, remember, don't disclose what happened today, otherwise there will be God's punishment."

Of course, you have to instruct this, otherwise when Boss Wang goes back, he will definitely be investigated like Master Wang who will turn into a snake. Then he will be stunned.

Boss Wang left happily, and four black suits each carried two packets of ghost coins and then left. Then Fu Chou rushed back to the house with a smile, snatched the 20,000 yuan from Taishan, and laughed and said, "The rich man has begun to fall from the sky."
Chapter completed!