A woman with an oval face, delicate facial features, long hair and high buns, but with a fierce gaze, staring at the portrait made people very uncomfortable.
"Paper money?
White cloth?
Shoes for longevity?
Portrait?"
Yang Yaodong almost fell to the ground: "Why are there these things?"
He couldn't believe that there were so many things caught in the bottom of his new car, but he didn't feel it at all.
Ye Fei looked at him: "Yang Ting is not impressed?"
Yang Jianxiong's voice sank: "Brother, someone is probably going to deal with you, and it's probably the bastard who's coming back who did it..." Yang Yaodong was about to nod, but suddenly remembered something: "Could it be that collision with the hearse?"
Ye Fei looked at Yang Yaodong and asked, "What did Mr. Yang remember?"
"Last month, I was rushing to the airport and met a funeral procession on the way."
Yang Yaodong looked solemn: "Because we are walking on a small road, one party must stop and give way at the turn."
"I was anxious to fly to the capital for a meeting, so I stepped on the accelerator and turned the corner first, bumping into the funeral procession coming from the opposite direction."
"Several people also fell because of this. I was busy going to the airport and ignored it, but I threw 20,000 yuan from the car window..." He glanced at the portrait: "The deceased won't bother me because of this, right?"
"A touch?
Yang Ting didn’t tell the truth.”
Hearing Yang Yaodong's understatement, Ye Fei looked at him noncommittally and said: "The paper money and white cloth fell, which means you scared a living person, otherwise they would not be scattered on the ground, let alone be swept away by your car."
“The longevity shoes and the portrait further indicate that the coffin was disturbed, otherwise how could the shoes on the deceased’s feet fall off?
How could the portrait become half a portrait again?"
There was a hint of teasing in the corner of his mouth: "Yang Ting, if you are not honest at this time, then I can't help you."
"Brother Ye, I was wrong."
Yang Yaodong took a deep breath: "I was driving very fast at the time. Although I didn't hurt anyone, I caused the team to flip over. I'm sorry for them."
"now it's right."
Ye Fei looked at the yellow paper and portraits on the ground and said, "The deceased is the most important. If you encounter a funeral procession on the road, if they are in the same direction, you can choose to take a detour first."
"If you are coming from the opposite direction, you must be polite."
"As a result, you not only rushed into the team, but also scared people so much that they dropped their coffins. You didn't apologize and appease them afterwards. No wonder they were so angry."
Ye Fei pointed out his recklessness: "It should have been the other party's Sanqi yesterday, so your family was in danger."
Yang Jianxiong found it incredible, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he could only wait and see.
Yang Yaodong held Ye Fei's hand: "I was wrong, Brother Ye, how should I resolve it now?"
"Don't drive this car?"
He asked further: "Should I burn more paper money for this woman?"
"The evil spirit has spread to you. No matter whether you can drive that car or not, it will not dissipate and will only continue to condense."
Ye Fei could feel the anger on the paper money: "Then it will affect your family and friends."
"To resolve it, the resentment must be eliminated."
Ye Fei took five drops of Yang Yaodong's blood and sprinkled it on the paper money, white cloth, birthday shoes and portrait.
"Take a lighter and burn it."
Yang Yaodong quickly took out his lighter and lit it.
What shocked Yang Yaodong was that the flames turned faintly green, but the paper money in his hand could not be burned no matter how hard he burned it.
Yang Yaodong was confused: "Brother Ye, what does this mean?"
Yang Jianxiong frowned slightly. He did not believe in evil and took out his lighter to light it. To his surprise, there was no flame.
Yang Yaodong broke out in cold sweat.
"Little sister, he knows he was wrong."
Ye Fei touched the photo gently with his finger: "Don't ask for ordinary knowledge."
Then, he asked Sun Bufan to bring a silver needle and stabbed Yang Yaodong one after another.
Bagua destroys evil spirits! As soon as the nine needles come out, the evil spirits on the body will become extremely fragile.
After placing the needle, Ye Fei tilted his head slightly: "Tap again."
Yang Yaodong lit the fire again.
This time, the flames were normal and things burned quickly.
"Papa papa -" wisps of green smoke rose, but did not scatter in all directions, but continued to spread towards Yang Yaodong.
The black energy on his face immediately twisted and writhed like a poisonous snake.
Not long after, most of the black energy dissipated, leaving only the legs entangled.
Yang Jianxiong looked at this scene in disbelief. If he had not personally experienced that the lighter could not be lit, he would have thought that Ye Fei was playing magic.
After most of the black energy was burned away, Yang Yaodong felt light all over and became energetic: "Brother Ye, has the matter been resolved?"
Ye Fei shook his head: "Burning these things will only resolve 90% of the evil spirits."
"To eliminate it completely, you must find that family, then place five sticks of incense on the deceased and kowtow nine times."
"In addition, help improve the situation at home."
Ye Fei took the silver needle off his body: "Sincerity is enough, I believe the other party will let you go."
"I understand, I understand, I will apologize."
Yang Yaodong nodded repeatedly, and the relaxation in his body soon spread to his mind.
He looked at Ye Fei, his expression and eyes were a little complicated.
In just one night, his view of this young man completely changed.
Yesterday, he was an atheist and regarded Ye Fei as a liar, but now, Yang Yaodong no longer has such thoughts.
Without Ye Fei's help, he couldn't even count the paper money.
What a character.
The shrewdness in officialdom made him know that he must win over Ye Fei.
Not to mention anything else, just saving his own life, how can he repay this kindness?
"Okay, the matter is settled."
Ye Fei pointed at the Audi and said, "This car will be fine. Yang Ting can drive with confidence."
"Don't..." Yang Yaodong waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't dare to drive this car."
"By the way, Brother Ye doesn't seem to have a car yet?"
Ye Fei was very honest: "Not yet."
Liu Fugui's Mercedes-Benz can still get by.
"If Brother Ye doesn't mind it, I'll give you this car to drive."
Yang Yaodong put the key into Ye Fei's hand: "You are an expert, and only you can control it."
Ye Fei was stunned: "Isn't this appropriate?"
The car is new, has a license plate of five or eight, can pass through countless important places, and is probably worth nearly ten million.
"What's inappropriate?"
Yang Yaodong laughed loudly: "Besides, if you don't accept it, I won't dare to open it. It will be a worry to keep you around."
"Brother, just do me a favor."
He patted Ye Fei's shoulder enthusiastically: "Take it, take it."
Ye Fei didn't hesitate: "Mr. Yang is so enthusiastic, so I'll accept it."
Compared with Yang Yaodong's life, an Audi is nothing. After some small talk, Yang Yaodong got up and left the hospital with others.
Yang Jianxiong deliberately lagged half a beat behind, and smiled close to Ye Fei who was seeing off the guests: "Doctor Ye, your methods today are unbelievable, but I don't believe it."
"You can fool my brother, but you can't fool me. I can conclude that you must have played a trick."
"But my brother believes in you so much, and you don't have any ill intentions for the time being, so I won't say anything to you."
"I just want to remind you not to hurt my brother, let alone take the opportunity to harm the interests of the Yang family, otherwise I, Yang Jianxiong, will not let you go."
He hid the needle in his cotton wool: "Just do it for yourself."
Ye Fei didn't get angry, but just smiled lightly: "If you don't believe these things, then what do you believe?"
"fist!"
Yang Jianxiong picked up a pebble from the ground, held it in his palm, and with a click, the pebble instantly shattered.
A pile of sand and gravel fell from his palm.
"In this world, fists are king."
Yang Jianxiong looked arrogant: "As long as the fist is hard enough, even cows, ghosts and snakes can be crushed."
"It's a pity that your fist is not strong enough."
Ye Fei stretched out his hand, grabbed Yang Jianxiong's short gun, and shot himself in the head.
Yang Jianxiong subconsciously roared: "Tired of living?"
"Pah——" He stopped midway through his words, as if a cock had cut his throat, and his expression was extremely horrified.
In his field of vision, in front of his forehead, Ye Fei grabbed the bullet with his palm.
Ye Fei, who was about to have his brains burst out, stood intact.
The wind is gentle and the clouds are light, smiling at the flowers blooming and falling.
This is impossible, this is impossible... Yang Jianxiong knelt down, stunned, and was about to cry.
His pride, his unruliness, and his worldview all collapsed.
"Director Yang, please leave a souvenir."
Ye Fei threw the hot warhead back to Yang Jianxiong: "Take it with you carefully. You have also suffered a bloody disaster in the past few days..."
