Chapter 78

The portrait of the deceased was of a young person.

A woman with a delicate oval face, exquisite features, and her long hair styled in a high bun, stared at the portrait with a fierce gaze, making people feel very uncomfortable.

"Paper money?

White cloth?

Funeral shoes?

Portrait?"

Yang Yaodong almost fell to the ground: "Why are there these things?"

He couldn't believe that his new car had picked up so many things without him noticing at all.

Ye Fei looked at him: "Director Yang, don't you remember?"

Yang Jianxiong's voice turned serious: "Brother, someone must be trying to get back at you, probably that bastard who came back..." Just as Yang Yaodong was about to nod, he suddenly remembered something: "Could it be that time I hit the funeral procession?"

Ye Fei looked at Yang Yaodong and asked: "Mr. Yang, did you remember something?"

"Last month, I was in a hurry to go to the airport and encountered a funeral procession on the road."

Yang Yaodong's expression turned grave: "Since it was a small road, one side had to stop and give way at the turn."

"I was in a rush to fly to the capital for a meeting, so I stepped on the gas and rushed through the turn, bumping into the funeral procession."

"A few people fell down, but I was in a hurry to get to the airport, so I didn't stop to help. I just threw two ten-thousand-yuan notes out of the car window..." He glanced at the portrait: "The deceased wouldn't haunt me because of this, would they?"

"Just a bump?

Director Yang isn't telling the truth."

Hearing Yang Yaodong's casual account, Ye Fei looked at him and said, "The paper money and white cloth falling indicate that you startled the living. Otherwise, they wouldn't have scattered on the ground, nor would they have been picked up by your car."

"The funeral shoes and portrait indicate that the coffin was disturbed. Otherwise, how would the deceased's shoes have fallen off? How would the portrait have been torn in half?"

He smiled mockingly: "Director Yang, if you're not honest now, 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 injure anyone, I caused the procession to be thrown into chaos. I owe them an apology."

"That's better."

Ye Fei looked at the yellow paper and the portrait on the ground: "The deceased should be treated with respect. If you encounter a funeral procession on the road and it's going the same direction, you can choose to take a detour. If it's coming towards you, you must yield."

"But you not only hit the procession, you also scared the coffin to the point where it fell. You didn't apologize or offer any comfort, so it's no wonder they are full of resentment."

Ye Fei pointed out his recklessness: "Yesterday was probably the third seven-day anniversary of the deceased, which is why your family was in such danger."

Yang Jianxiong found it hard to believe, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he could only watch and see what happened.

Yang Yaodong grabbed Ye Fei's hand: "I was wrong, Brother Ye. What should I do now?"

"Stop driving that car?"

He asked: "Or burn more paper money for that woman?"

"The negative energy has already spread to you. Whether you drive that car or not, it won't dissipate; it will only continue to accumulate."

Ye Fei could feel the anger in the paper money: "It will then affect your family and friends."

"To resolve this, you need to dispel that resentment."

Ye Fei took five drops of Yang Yaodong's fresh blood and sprinkled them on the paper money, white cloth, funeral shoes, and portrait.

"Light them with a lighter."

Yang Yaodong quickly took out a lighter and lit them.

However, to his shock, the flame turned a ghostly green, and the paper money wouldn't burn no matter what.

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

Yang Jianxiong frowned slightly. He didn't believe in the supernatural and tried to light the paper money with his own lighter, but to his surprise, it wouldn't even produce a flame.

Yang Yaodong broke out in a cold sweat.

"Miss, he knows he was wrong."

Ye Fei gently touched the photo: "Don't be so petty."

Then, he had Sun Bufan bring over a silver needle and inserted it into Yang Yaodong's body one by one.

The Eight Trigram Evil-Averting Technique! With the nine needles, the negative energy in his body became fragile.

After the needles were in place, Ye Fei tilted his head slightly: "Light them again."

Yang Yaodong lit them again.

This time, the flame was normal, and the items quickly burned.

"Crack, crack, crack—" wisps of blue smoke rose, but they didn't scatter. Instead, they spread towards Yang Yaodong.

The black aura on his face immediately twisted, writhing like a venomous snake.

Before long, most of the black aura had dissipated, leaving only his legs entangled.

Yang Jianxiong watched in disbelief. If he hadn't seen the lighter fail to light the paper money himself, he would have thought Ye Fei was performing a magic trick.

With most of the black aura gone, Yang Yaodong felt a sudden lightness in his body, and his spirit became more vibrant: "Brother Ye, is the problem solved?"

Ye Fei shook his head: "Burning these things only dispels 90% of the negative energy."

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

"Also, help improve their living conditions."

Ye Fei removed the silver needles from his body: "If you show sincerity, they will let you go."

"I understand, I understand. I will apologize and make amends."

Yang Yaodong nodded repeatedly, and the lightness in his body soon spread to his mind.

He looked at Ye Fei with a complex expression.

In just one night, his view of this young man had completely changed.

Yesterday, he was an atheist and considered Ye Fei a fraud, but now, Yang Yaodong no longer thought that way.

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

This was truly an extraordinary person.

His shrewdness in politics told him that he needed to win Ye Fei over.

Not to mention, how could he repay the favor of saving his life?

"Alright, the problem is solved."

Ye Fei pointed at the Audi: "This car is fine now. Director Yang can drive it with peace of mind."

"No, no..." Yang Yaodong waved his hands: "I don't dare to drive this car anymore."

"By the way, Brother Ye, you don't have a car, right?"

Ye Fei was honest: "Not yet."

Liu Fugui's Mercedes was still usable.

"If Brother Ye doesn't mind, I'll give you this car."

Yang Yaodong handed the keys to Ye Fei: "You're a master, and only you can handle it."

Ye Fei was taken aback: "Isn't that inappropriate?"

The car was new, with a license plate number of five eights, and could access many important areas, likely worth millions.

"What's inappropriate?"

Yang Yaodong laughed: "Besides, if you don't take it, I don't dare to drive it, and it will be a constant worry."

"Brother, consider it a favor."

He patted Ye Fei's shoulder warmly: "Take it, take it."

Ye Fei didn't hesitate: "Since Mr. Yang is so generous, I'll take it."

Compared to Yang Yaodong's life, an Audi was nothing. After a brief chat, Yang Yaodong left the clinic with his people.

Yang Jianxiong deliberately lagged behind, smiling at Ye Fei as he saw them off: "Doctor Ye, your methods today were truly unbelievable, but I don't believe in them."

"You can fool my brother, but you can't fool me. I can tell you definitely played a trick."

"But since my brother trusts you and you have no ill intentions for now, I won't say anything."

"However, I must warn you: don't harm my brother or take advantage of the Yang family. Otherwise, I, Yang Jianxiong, won't let you off."

He spoke with a hidden threat: "Be careful."

Ye Fei didn't get angry, just smiled faintly: "If you don't believe in these things, what do you believe in?"

"Fists!"

Yang Jianxiong picked up a pebble from the ground, placed it in his palm, and crushed it with a snap.

A pile of sand fell from his palm.

"In this world, fists are the ultimate power."

Yang Jianxiong looked proud: "As long as your fists are strong enough, you can crush any ghosts or demons."

"Unfortunately, your fists aren't strong enough."

Ye Fei reached out and snatched the short gun from Yang Jianxiong, pointing it at his own forehead and pulling the trigger.

Yang Jianxiong instinctively roared: "Tired of living?"

"Bang—" He stopped mid-sentence, his expression turning to extreme horror.

In his field of vision, the bullet that had been fired was caught in Ye Fei's palm.

Ye Fei, who was supposed to have his brains splattered, stood there unharmed.

The wind was gentle, the clouds were light, and he watched the flowers bloom and wither.

This is impossible, this is impossible... Yang Jianxiong knelt, stunned, and on the verge of tears.

His pride, his arrogance, his worldview, everything collapsed.

"Director Yang, keep this as a memento."

Ye Fei threw the hot bullet back to Yang Jianxiong: "Take good care of it. In the next few days, you will also face some danger..."