Chapter 77

When Ye Fei left the police station, Li Yunbo and Zhao Rongsheng collapsed on the ground.

Ye Fei did not ask about their fate, but he knew it would not be good.

Even if Yang Yaodong did not get rid of these corrupt officials, Zhang Dajiang and Lin Baishun would not let them off easily.

At three in the afternoon, at the entrance of Jinzhilin, Yang Yaodong personally escorted Ye Fei back.

He also helped the clinic reapply for its business license, and Liu FuGui immediately hung it up, even taking a photo with Ye Fei and Yang Yaodong.

Yang Jianxiong, the police chief, followed Yang Yaodong. Compared to Yang Yaodong's calmness, Yang Jianxiong was much more rebellious and had a strong aura of gunpowder.

He kept scrutinizing Ye Fei with sharp eyes, as if trying to dig something out of him.

However, he did not interrupt any of Yang Yaodong's actions.

"Brother Ye, Li Yunbo and Zhao Rongsheng have been taken into custody and will face charges. Their past corruption is enough to land them in deep trouble," Yang Yaodong said, his demeanor much more respectful than the day before. "Zhao Rongsheng confessed that Tang Ruoxue asked him to do this."

Ye Fei fell silent for a moment, not expecting the woman to be so determined to shut down Jinzhilin through her connections.

"But Tang Ruoxue only asked him to prevent you from practicing medicine, to avoid you harming the neighborhood with your poor skills," Yang Yaodong continued, relaying the confession to Ye Fei. "The one who really pushed him to go all out and had Li Yunbo closely cooperate was the young master of Dongyang Group."

Ye Fei smiled faintly. "Zhao Dongyang?"

Yang Yaodong nodded with a smile. "It seems Brother Ye is well-informed."

A hint of mockery flashed across Ye Fei's face. Zhao Dongyang was truly ruthless, using Tang Ruoxue to strike at him and eliminate him completely, leaving room for both offense and defense.

No matter whether the clinic was ultimately shut down, he could sow discord between Ye Fei and Tang Ruoxue.

Yang Jianxiong also looked at Ye Fei with a mix of curiosity. A man whose clinic was sealed by his wife's people must be quite a failure in life.

"Director Yang, thank you. I'll take care of the rest," Ye Fei said, turning to Yang Yaodong with a smile. "Did something happen yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yaodong immediately grabbed Ye Fei's hand. "I couldn't recognize a mountain when I saw it, I couldn't recognize a mountain when I saw it."

He lifted his shirt, revealing a broad chest with four black and blue bruises, but they were not fatal.

Then, he took out the amulet that Qian Shenghuo had given Ye Fei.

The red paper amulet was now just a pile of ashes.

A breeze blew, and the ashes scattered. Yang Jianxiong was slightly surprised. "Brother, what exactly happened?"

Yang Yaodong glanced at his brother and then recounted yesterday's events. After leaving Zui Xian Lou, he drove home to take a nap.

For some reason, he couldn't wake up, even though he was conscious. His body and eyelids felt incredibly heavy, as if he were experiencing sleep paralysis.

Fortunately, just as he was about to suffocate, a warmth in his chest restored his clarity, allowing him to open his eyes and breathe.

Even so, he was exhausted and drenched in sweat.

Yang Jianxiong muttered, "What sleep paralysis? It's just from being too tired. What's so strange about that?"

"Shut up."

Yang Yaodong scolded his brother and continued his story.

At first, Yang Yaodong attributed it to fatigue, but in the evening, his daughter's behavior gave him a cold sweat.

The seven-year-old had used her mother's lipstick to paint her lips a bright, alarming red and then played a terrifying game with a white cloth—hanging herself.

He tried to rush over, but his legs were too heavy to move. Fortunately, a sharp pain in his chest allowed him to call out to his wife, who saved his daughter.

Hearing this, Yang Jianxiong was shocked, not expecting his niece to go so far.

But he still didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary, just a child imitating what she saw on TV.

After all, he had once imitated Xiang Yu's suicide when he was young.

After calming his daughter down at the hospital, Yang Yaodong wanted to talk to his wife but found her standing on the balcony of the eighth floor, in a daze.

If not for the warmth in his chest, which gave him the speed of a cheetah, he would have been too late to save her from falling to her death.

The most bizarre part was that morning, when he was driving his family home on a highway and got involved in a thirteen-car pileup.

Seven cars lost control and hit Yang Yaodong, with the last one being a truck that nearly crushed him.

Several times, Yang Yaodong thought he was going to die, but the warmth in his chest stimulated his nerves, allowing him to instinctively steer away from the collisions.

In the end, he even avoided being buried by the truck's sand.

The three of them survived the ordeal.

Afterward, Yang Yaodong discovered that the warmth in his chest came from the Taiji amulet Ye Fei had given him.

By the time he took it out, it had turned to ashes.

Yang Yaodong realized he had underestimated Ye Fei and immediately sought out Qian Shenghuo after settling his family.

Qian Shenghuo did not make things difficult for him, giving him the phone number and address of the clinic. When Yang Yaodong called, Li Yunbo answered.

Upon hearing that Ye Fei was practicing medicine without a license, he went to the clinic to investigate and then had Yang Jianxiong track the phone, leading them to the police station.

After hearing his brother's story, Yang Jianxiong was shaken but still attributed it to a series of coincidences.

However, he did not speak, instead watching Ye Fei with folded arms, wondering how he would handle the situation.

"Brother Ye, I have seen your abilities," Yang Yaodong said, his eyes filled with respect. "But my car has never been to a cemetery or come into contact with anything evil."

He added, "I even searched the car myself and found nothing suspicious."

"I'll take a look at the car."

Ye Fei smiled and walked around the Audi.

Despite the series of accidents, the Audi was undamaged, confirming Ye Fei's theory that the car would only be damaged if the person inside died.

Since Yang Yaodong was still alive, the Audi, as the source of the negative energy, remained unharmed.

Yang Yaodong and Yang Jianxiong followed, looking around curiously but seeing nothing.

"The car and I searched it ourselves," Yang Jianxiong said. "There was nothing suspicious."

Ye Fei said nothing, examining the car before focusing on the underside.

He lay down and peered under the car, then reached out and tore something.

With a crisp "swish," a yellow paper money appeared in Ye Fei's hand.

The paper money was terrifyingly pale, wrapped in endless resentment... Yang Yaodong was shocked. "Paper money?

How did paper money get in my car?

Who did this?"

Yang Jianxiong was also surprised, noting that the paper money looked old.

"A single piece of paper money is not enough to cause this level of negative energy," Ye Fei said, narrowing his eyes as he examined the patterns on the paper money.

Then, Ye Fei slid under the Audi again and retrieved a three-foot-long white cloth.

The kind worn by mourners.

Yang Yaodong and Yang Jianxiong's eyes widened, not expecting to find such things under the car.

Ye Fei examined the white cloth and then slid under the car again, this time retrieving a red funeral shoe.

Yang Yaodong's body trembled.

Yang Jianxiong's scalp tingled.

Ye Fei placed the items on the ground and slid under the car again. Three minutes later, he held a half-photograph in his hand.

A memorial portrait!