The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 77 Collapsed

Chapter 78 crashed

The owner of the portrait is very young.

A woman with an oval face, exquisite facial features, and long hair, but with fierce eyes, staring at the portrait makes people very uncomfortable.

"Paper money? White cloth? Longevity shoes? A portrait?"

Yang Yaodong almost fell to the ground: "How could there be these things?"

He couldn't believe how much stuff was caught in the bottom of his new car, and he didn't feel it at all.

Ye Fan looked at him: "Yang Ting has no impression?"

Yang Jianxiong's voice sank: "Brother, it is estimated that someone is going to deal with you, and the bastard who is coming back probably did it..."

Just as Yang Yaodong was about to nod, he suddenly remembered something:
"Could it be that collision with the hearse?"

Ye Fan looked at Yang Yaodong and asked, "What did Mr. Yang remember?"

"Last month, I was in a hurry to go to the airport and I ran into a funeral procession on the way."

Yang Yaodong looked solemn: "Because you are walking on a small road, one party must stop and give way at the turning."

"I was eager 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 side."

"Several people fell because of this. I was busy going to the airport, so I ignored it, but I dropped 2 yuan from the car window..."

He glanced at the portrait: "The deceased won't entangle me because of this?"

"Touched it? Yang Ting didn't tell the truth."

Hearing Yang Yaodong's understatement, Ye Fan looked at him noncommittally and said:
"The falling paper money and white cloth means that you have frightened the living, otherwise they wouldn't be scattered on the ground, let alone be swept away by your car."

"The birthday shoes and the portrait also show that the coffin was disturbed. Otherwise, how could the shoes on the deceased's feet fall off? How could the portrait become half?"

The corner of his mouth curled into a joke: "Yang Ting, if you're not honest at this moment, 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 let the team go on their backs. I'm sorry for them."

"now it's right."

Ye Fan looked at the yellow paper and portraits on the ground and said:
"The dead are 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 it's coming face to face, you have to give way."

"In the end, you not only ran into the team, but also scared the other person's coffin down. You didn't apologize afterwards to appease him, so it's no wonder that he was full of resentment."

Ye Fan pointed out his recklessness: "Yesterday should be Sanqi of the other party, so your family is in danger."

Yang Jianxiong felt it was unbelievable, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he could only wait and see what happened.

Yang Yaodong grabbed Ye Fan's hand: "I was wrong, Brother Ye, how should we resolve it now?"

"Not driving this car?"

He asked, "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, it will only continue to condense."

Ye Fan could feel the anger on the paper money: "Then affect your family and friends."

"To resolve, you must eliminate that resentment."

Ye Fan took five drops of Yang Yaodong's blood and sprinkled it on the paper money, white cloth, longevity shoes and portrait.

"Take a lighter and burn it."

Yang Yaodong hurriedly took out the lighter and lit it.

What shocked Yang Yaodong was that the flames turned green, but the paper money in his hand couldn't be burned no matter what.

Yang Yaodong was confused: "Brother Ye, what does this mean?"

Yang Jianxiong frowned slightly. He didn't believe in evil, and took out his own lighter to light it. To his surprise, there was no flame.

Yang Yaodong broke out in cold sweat.

"Miss, he knew he was wrong."

Ye Fan stroked the photo lightly with his finger: "Don't need ordinary knowledge."

Afterwards, he asked Sun Bufan to bring silver needles, and stabbed Yang Yaodong one after another.

Gossip breaks evil spirits!

Once the nine needles came out, the evil spirit on his body became fragile.

After dropping the needle, Ye Fan tilted his head slightly: "Do more."

Yang Yaodong lit the fire again.

This time, the flames returned to normal, and things burned quickly.

"Clap clap-"

Wisps of green smoke rose, but they did not disperse in all directions, but continued to spread towards Yang Yaodong.

The black air on his face immediately twisted, writhing like a poisonous snake.

It didn't take long for most of the black air to dissipate, leaving only the legs entangled.

Yang Jianxiong watched this scene in disbelief. If he hadn't personally experienced the lighter failing, he would have thought Ye Fan was playing magic.

Most of the black air was burned away, Yang Yaodong suddenly felt lighter, and his spirit became full of vigor:
"Brother Ye, is the matter settled?"

Ye Fan shook his head: "Burning these things can only resolve [-]% of the evil spirit."

"To eliminate it completely, you must find that family, then offer five sticks of incense to the deceased, and kowtow nine times."

"In addition, help improve the situation in the other party's home."

Ye Fan took the silver needle off his body: "The sincerity is here, I believe the other party will let you go."

"Understand, understand, I will apologize."

Yang Yaodong nodded again and again, the relaxation in his body was soon conveyed to his spirit.

He looked at Ye Fan with complicated expressions and eyes.

In just one night, his opinion of the young man completely changed.

Yesterday he was still an atheist and regarded Ye Fan as a liar, but now, Yang Yaodong no longer has such thoughts.

Without Ye Fan's help, he couldn't even light paper money.

What a character.

The shrewdness in the officialdom made him know that he had to win over Ye Fan.

Not to mention anything else, just saving my life, how can I repay this kindness?
"Okay, it's settled."

Ye Fan pointed at the Audi: "This car will be fine, Yang Ting can drive with confidence."

"do not……"

Yang Yaodong waved his hands again and again: "I dare not drive this car."

"By the way, Brother Ye doesn't seem to have a car yet?"

Ye Fan was very honest: "Not yet."

Liu Fugui's Mercedes-Benz can still get by.

"If brother Ye doesn't mind, I'll give you this car to drive."

Yang Yaodong put the key into Ye Fan's hand: "You are an expert, and only you can control it."

Ye Fan was taken aback: "Is this inappropriate?"

The car is a new car, with a license plate of five and eight, and it can pass through countless important places. The value is probably close to tens of millions.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Yaodong laughed out loud:
"Besides, if you don't accept it, I don't dare to open it. It's a heartache to keep it by my side."

"My brother should do my brother a favor."

He enthusiastically patted Ye Fan's shoulder: "Accept, accept."

Ye Fan didn't hesitate either:
"Mr. Yang is so enthusiastic, then I will accept it."

An Audi is nothing compared to Yang Yaodong's life. After chatting for a while, Yang Yaodong got up and left the hospital with his people.

Yang Jianxiong deliberately lagged behind by half a beat, and smiled close to Ye Fan who was seeing off the guests: "Master Ye, your methods today are unimaginable, but unfortunately I don't believe it."

"You can fool my elder brother, but you can't fool me. I can conclude that you must have played a trick."

"But my brother trusts you so much, and you have no malicious intentions for the time being, so I won't say anything about you."

"I just want to remind you, don't hurt my brother, let alone take the opportunity to harm the interests of the Yang family, otherwise I, Yang Jianxiong, won't let you go."

He had a needle hidden in his cotton: "You can do it yourself."

Ye Fan didn't get angry, but just smiled lightly: "You don't believe in these things, so what do you believe in?"

"fist!"

Yang Jianxiong picked up a pebble from the ground, put it in his palm and shook it violently, with a click, the pebble shattered instantly.

A pile of sand and stones fell from his palm.

"In this world, fists are king."

Yang Jianxiong looked arrogant: "As long as the fist is hard enough, monsters and monsters can be crushed."

"Unfortunately, your fist is not hard enough."

Ye Fan stretched out his hand, grabbed Yang Jianxiong's short gun, and shot himself in the forehead.

Yang Jianxiong roared subconsciously: "Tired of work?"

"Snapped--"

Just in the middle of speaking, he stopped like a rooster cutting his throat, his expression extremely astonished.

In the field of vision, in front of the forehead, the bullet fired was grabbed by Ye Fan with the palm of his hand.

Ye Fan, who was about to shoot his brains out, stood there intact.

The wind is light and the clouds are calm, laughing and watching the flowers bloom and fall.

It's impossible, it's impossible...

Yang Jianxiong knelt down, was stunned, and was about to cry.

His pride, his arrogance, and his worldview all collapsed.

"Yang Shu, let's make a souvenir."

Ye Fan threw the hot bullet back to Yang Jianxiong:

"Take it well, these few days, you also have a bloody disaster..."

(End of this chapter)