The crooked way can also lead to heaven

The next day, Ye Ran dealt with the unfinished business as usual.

It was not until lunchtime that a figure appeared outside the store. Looking up, it was Zhao Kuo.

But this time he did not bring his men with him, but appeared alone.

Ye Ran sat at the table, and seeing Zhao Kuo's liver-like face, he could not help laughing in his heart.

"Team Leader Zhao, you have dealt with the Yin-Yang Association's affairs so quickly, you are quite capable."

Facing Ye Ran's ridicule, Zhao Kuo wanted to slap him twice, but at this moment he could only suppress his anger.

"Ye Ran, do you know how much we paid last night?"

"Since you already have a way to deal with the blood demon, why do you want us to die deliberately?"

"You have to give a reasonable explanation for this matter!"

Their Yin-Yang Association suffered heavy losses. Not only did they have to pay high commissions to those who walked the Yin, but they were also held accountable by their superiors.

Even whether he could keep the title of team leader on his head was still unknown.

This time it was a complete loss!

Facing the question, Ye Ran didn't take it to heart, but smiled and said: "You are not worthy to ask me for an explanation."

Ye Ran's attitude was still tough, and he didn't lower his posture at all.

Not to mention you are a small team leader, even if the senior leaders came, they would still not give face.

Previously, he showed weakness in front of Wang Jiao just for fun, wanting to see what tricks she could play.

Do you really think that you can do whatever you want just by arresting him, Ye Ran, into the inspection room?

I'm just teasing you, naive.

"If you just want to say this, then you can get out."

"Oh, right."

"Old Scorpio has been killed by me, the photo will be sent to your mobile phone, and the blood demon has been solved, you have to pay me the rest of the reward."

In the Yin and Yang world, there are only three kinds of titles.

Senior, Taoist friend, ant.

Better than me, it's also deserved to be bullied, after all, I'm not as skilled as others, I can't blame anyone.

But if you are weaker than me... then you have to learn to stand at attention when you are beaten, otherwise, once the mood is bad, I will kill you at any time.

Zhao Kuo remained silent, thinking that he could win over Ye Ran in words to save face, but the actual situation was the opposite of his idea.

After careful consideration, he completely gave up bickering and took out the photo from his pocket and threw it on the table.

"The village in the photo is about 300 kilometers away from Tianhai City. The man's name is Zhao Sanfeng."

"I will edit the detailed information and send it to you by text message. Our transaction is over."

Zhao Kuo really didn't want to talk to the person in front of him, so he turned around and left.

Ye Ran didn't pay attention to him, and picked up the photo to look at it carefully.

Not long after, a figure appeared outside the door again. It was the man who came last night. He still looked sick, but this time it was obviously much worse.

"Ahem, boss, I really can't stand it anymore. Please help me." The man coughed continuously.

"Please sit down." Ye Ran did not refuse, and then turned around and shouted: "Little beggar, pour a glass of water for the guests."

After asking, I learned that the man in front of me was called Song Wu, and he worked in a funeral home.

He has been in this industry for seven or eight years, and he has always been peaceful, but recently, I don't know what happened, his physical condition is getting worse day by day.

However, Ye Ran saw the problem at a glance.

People like this who have long-term contact with corpses will inevitably be contaminated with a lot of Yin Qi, which will cause Yin Qi to enter the body very deeply in the long run, causing a short life.

So people who work in funeral homes generally don't work for a long time, and will give up at most three or four years. It is rare for people like Song Wu to work for seven or eight years.

Of course, if the fate is strong enough, there is no problem working for a lifetime, but Song Wu is obviously not that kind of material.

"I already know your problem. Now there is only one way to keep you alive, but the price is relatively much more expensive."

Ye Ran didn't beat around the bush with him, and said it directly.

Hearing that the price was very expensive, Song Wu was obviously a little hesitant.

But when he thought about the two children he had to raise at home and his wife who was disabled and unable to work, the hopes of the whole family were on his shoulders, and he couldn't give up no matter what.

"Boss, how much do you want?"

Song Wu found this place because he heard from others that there was a shop on Wuming Street that could help people solve most of their problems, and even bring them back to life.

So he came here with a try-and-see attitude, wanting to see if it could really help him.

Ye Ran stretched out his palm and said in an unquestionable tone: "Five hundred thousand, no bargaining."

Although Ye Ran was an evil cultivator, he was not necessarily ruthless in terms of receiving rewards.

If the target was a rich man, the minimum reward would be two million, otherwise it would be two hundred thousand.

For the usual miscellaneous small things, it would depend on the person, but at least it would not be less than ten thousand.

Hearing the sky-high price of five hundred thousand, Song Wu fell into silence for a while.

"Boss, can't it be less?"

Five hundred thousand is not impossible to take out, and it can be squeezed out by gritting teeth, but life will inevitably become extremely tight in the future.

"Heh."

Ye Ran smiled and took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a few puffs before speaking.

"Friend, do you think this is a vegetable market, and you can bargain?"

"I won't scare you. Let me be frank. You are now terminally ill and will definitely die in the near future."

"Compared to your own life, what does money count for?"

Society is so cruel that some people cannot afford the high medical expenses and can only choose to wait for death.

He said that he did not want to drag down his family, but he knew in his heart that if the treatment failed, not only would he collapse, but his family would also be dragged down.

Therefore, when it is necessary to use their own family assets, ordinary people will consider it again and again. This is also unavoidable, and Ye Ran understands it.

Song Wu's face kept changing. After a fierce ideological struggle, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll go get the money right away!"

Ye Ran's face was expressionless, but he reminded Song Wu before he left.

"There is only one way to cure your current situation, but it will sow cause and effect."

"So, I only promise that I will make you better, and I will not be responsible for anything else, and you will bear the consequences yourself."

It's still the old rule. Talk about the consequences before doing things, so as to avoid entanglement in problems.

"I understand." Song Wu nodded and immediately went to prepare the reward.

After he left, Ye Ran turned his head and looked at the little beggar behind the counter.

"Follow me, you have to learn something. I'll take you to see the world tonight."

"I'll send the things you need to your phone. Be careful not to make any mistakes."

"Okay, Master!"

The little beggar nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. It's not hard to see from the expression on her face that she is also very curious about this matter.

Ye Ran turned his head and looked at the street outside the store.

Then the next step is to wait for the night to fall. As for the venue, he has already made a decision in his mind.

Song Wu has already stepped into the gate of hell. If he wants to pull him back, he has to go against the will of heaven, deceive the heavens, and then cast a spell to deceive the ghost messenger.

This trick is called, cutting off the firewood from under the cauldron.