Yang Xiaobao looked at Fu Xingyuan's serious look and let out a sigh.
"Mr. Fu, I don't understand what you mean. What is the thing on the mountain?" Yang Xiaobao pretended to be confused.
Fu Xingyuan looked at Yang Xiaobao and said with a half-smile, "Xiaobao, you really don't know?"
Yang Xiaobao nodded.
"Forget it then, I just want to give you a heads up."
Back in the village, when Yang Xiaobao got off the car, he saw the villagers standing at the door, talking in low voices.
Seeing Yang Xiaobao come back, everyone cheered and gathered around.
"Xiaobao, is this true?"
"Is there really a ghost on the mountain?"
"Will that pose a threat to our village?"
Everyone asked at once.
Yang Xiaobao snorted and said, "Okay, everyone, stop asking. I know the same thing as you. We have lived here for so many years and have never seen any danger. What are you afraid of?"
Hearing what Yang Xiaobao said, everyone nodded.
"Yes, Xiaobao is right. After all, this kind of thing has never happened to people in our village when they go up the mountain."
"That Yang Hongfei must have offended the mountain god, and the mountain god came to punish him."
Everyone is more willing to believe this statement.
After everyone dispersed, Yang Xiaobao and Fu Xingyuan returned home.
Su Guihua immediately came forward and asked with worry: "Xiaobao, I heard that someone died in the back mountain, is it true?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed and told Su Guihua what happened.
After listening to what Yang Xiaobao said, Su Guihua sighed repeatedly.
Yang Xiaobao and Fu Xingyuan sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.
Su Guihua brought them two glasses of water with a very discerning eye, and then went to the kitchen to cook.
"Xiaobao, what are you going to do next?" Fu Xingyuan asked.
Yang Xiaobao smiled: "What can I do? It must be the same as before."
"I think Yang Hongfei will definitely not contract this mountain this time. Don't you have a chance?"
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said: "Who can say for sure about this kind of thing? Yang Hongfei is not dead, he might still contract it? Right?"
Fu Xingyuan laughed and stopped discussing the matter.
After Pan Jiang heard about Yang Hongfei's accident, he rushed to the hospital as soon as possible.
He waited in the hospital all afternoon before he saw the doctor coming out of the operating room.
"Doctor, how are the patients inside?"
"He lost too much blood and almost died. Fortunately, we rescued him in time and his life was saved. However, he has to be transferred to a big hospital. I heard that his family has sent a doctor and an ambulance," the doctor said.
Pan Jiang took a breath and nodded: "That's good, that's good."
Not long after, I saw Yang Hongfei being pushed out of the operating room by a nurse.
Yang Hongfei's face turned pale, like a dead person.
The movement of his two eyes showed that he was still alive.
When Yang Hongfei saw Pan Jiang, he raised his hand slightly and motioned for him to come closer.
Pan Jiang immediately walked to Yang Hongfei's side and put his ear to Yang Hongfei's mouth.
Yang Hongfei wriggled his lips, not knowing what he said to Pan Jiang.
Pan Jiang nodded and said: "Okay, okay, Mr. Yang, leave this matter to me. I will transfer the money I owe you to your card."
Looking at Yang Hongfei again, he slowly closed his eyes and bit his lower lip tightly with his upper teeth, as if he wanted to draw blood from his lips.
Seeing Yang Hongfei's appearance, I knew that he was not just in physical pain.
That night, doctors and ambulances sent by the Yang family in the provincial capital took Yang Hongfei back to the provincial capital.
Pan Jiang returned to his residence from the hospital.
He now lives in the Pan family residence.
The police made an inventory of the Pan family's property, froze and confiscated all proceeds from drug trafficking, and closed all its entertainment venues.
What's left is the Pan family's residence and some company shares.
Pan Jiang got the part he wanted, and the other part belonged to his second brother Pan Shan.
He parked the car and walked into the yard, when he saw two people suddenly walking out of the darkness.
Pan Jiang was startled, moved back a little, and asked warily: "Who are you? Why did you break into a private residence?"
One of them, a short, stocky man wearing a hat, smiled and said, "Mr. Pan, don't be afraid. We are old friends of the Pan family. We are here just to visit you."
Pan Jiang heard that the other party's voice was not so standard, it was a little weird, and it should be from abroad.
"Who are you? Who are the friends of the Pan family?"
"We are from Nanyang, my name is Connie." The other party said with a smile, "Mr. Pan should know who we are now, right?"
Pan Jiang's heart trembled, and he instantly understood where the other party was coming from.
He took a breath of air, but he didn't expect that his father and third brother's former business partner would actually come to his door.
"Mr. Kenney, I'm sorry, our Pan family's entertainment venues are all closed, so we can't continue to cooperate with you." Pan Jiang said, "I let you down."
Connie smiled and said, "Mr. Pan, we are not here to discuss business with you."
"Oh? Then what are you here for?"
"Mr. Pan, why don't you invite us in and sit down? We have been squatting in the yard for a long time."
Pan Jiang had no choice but to nod and said, "Okay, please come in."
Entering the house, Pan Jiang and Connie sat down on the sofa.
The man Connie brought stood behind Connie, with his hands behind his back and an indifferent expression.
"We come here, firstly, to pay our respects to Mr. Pan, and secondly, to talk to you about someone."
"Oh? Who?" Pan Jiang asked curiously.
Connie smiled and said, "Yang Xiaobao."
Hearing this name, the corners of Pan Jiang's eyes twitched a few times.
"You are here because of Yang Xiaobao?"
"Yes, he ruined our business and got us into trouble with a brother. We will definitely have to settle this debt with him."
Hearing this, the corners of Pan Jiang's eyes twitched a few more times.
"I advise you to go back. This Yang Xiaobao is really not that easy to mess with." Pan Jiang advised.
Connie smiled and said, "Mr. Pan, we just got here and you just let me go. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"
Pan Jiang snorted: "You don't know how powerful Yang Xiaobao is. If you knew, you wouldn't say that."
"No matter how powerful he is, he is still a human being. We must find a way to deal with him!" When Connie said this, he showed a hint of murderous intent.
Pan Jiang sighed and said, "I'm just trying to persuade you. If you don't listen, I don't want to say anything."
"Mr. Pan, shall we offer some incense to the old man?" Connie said with a smile.
Pan Jiang had no choice but to stand up and lead Connie to Pan Hanhai's memorial tablet.
That night, Yang Xiaobao had dinner and waited for Su Guihua to go to the bedroom to sleep, then quietly slipped out and walked towards the back mountain.