The crooked way can also lead to heaven

After finishing the day's work, Ye Ran asked the little beggar to go out with him. There were a lot of things to do with the big and small bags.

For the little beggar with strange powers, these things did not feel heavy at all. Instead, he walked in front with a relaxed look.

The destination of this trip was behind the funeral home where Song Wu worked. There was a cemetery that no one cared about. It was said that it had been abandoned for a long time.

After arriving at the location, Song Wu had been waiting there for a long time, and there were two burly men digging a pit next to him.

"Hey, Boss Ye is here. Wait a little longer, it will be done soon!"

Seeing Ye Ran coming, a bald man immediately turned around and greeted him.

"Okay, you guys are busy."

Ye Ran replied, and then said to the little beggar: "Sprinkle some paper money around the grave, put paper people in the four corners of the southeast, northwest, and northeast, and also prepare the altar and offerings."

"Okay, Master!"

The little beggar was full of fighting spirit, put down his backpack and began to prepare.

Ye Ran walked up to Song Wu and took out a pen and paper: "Write your birth date on it. It must be accurate. If you can't remember it, think about it and write it down."

Song Wu took the pen and paper, frowned and hesitated to write. It seemed that he was thinking seriously. After all, this matter was of great importance and could not be sloppy.

Time was like an hourglass. Soon, an hour or so passed. The two people in the grave pit had finished their work and climbed out of the pit to put the paper coffin prepared in advance.

"Boss Ye, I have done all your requests. See if there is anything else you need?" The bald man smiled and handed over a cigarette.

Ye Ran glanced at the grave pit casually, and then took out two stacks of red banknotes from his bag.

"That's it. You can leave first."

"Okay, remember to contact me next time if you have work. Let's go."

The bald man smiled and counted some money, called another person to pack up the tools and leave.

Ye Ran has been in the underworld for so long, and he knows a lot of people. Their occupations are also strange, and there are many people like this who specialize in digging pits and graves.

"Master Ye, it's already written. I'm sure it's correct." Song Wu handed over the note.

"Master, everything is ready!" The little beggar also spoke at this time.

Ye Ran glanced at the birth date on the note, then pulled off a strand of Song Wu's hair, and asked him to lie in the coffin again, and told him to close his eyes and not move.

Song Wu's expression was a little subtle. After all, there were many taboos about lying in a coffin for a living person, but thinking of his physical condition, he gritted his teeth and jumped into the pit.

Ye Ran looked at the time, and there were still three minutes to midnight.

"Little beggar, you will fill the pit at twelve o'clock. You don't need to fill too much, just cover the coffin."

"No problem, Master!"

The little beggar responded very quickly, and his hands were not slow. He came to the pit with a shovel and waited, and started immediately when the time came.

Ye Ran wrote the birth date on the paper man, and looked at the situation of the tomb pit before returning to the altar.

He picked up the bell with his left hand and shook it, took a sip of the black liquid in his right hand, and sprayed it on the candle. Two fire snakes rushed forward.

"Wandering souls, where do you stay? The three souls have already descended, and the seven spirits are coming. The riverside, the wild place, the temple village, the palace prison, the tomb and the forest!"

After the spell, the cemetery, which was originally calm, suddenly blew up with gusts of cold wind, blowing the paper on the ground to fly randomly.

The little beggar quickly covered his eyes. The wind and sand made it hard to open his eyes. It took a long time to adapt.

Ye Ran's eyes turned around and did not rush to the next step.

Although there is some yin energy here, it is not enough to block the secrets of heaven. It is necessary to gather all the lonely ghosts around to form a natural isolation array.

If the guess is correct, the ghost messenger of the underworld should come to ask for Song Wu's soul tonight, and they must create some trouble for them.

When it comes to the ghost messenger in the underworld, perhaps many people have no idea and only think that it is just a little ghost that collects souls.

In fact, it is not the case.

Not only do they collect souls, but they will also kill people if they are discovered.

Ghost messengers and humans are not things of the same dimension at all. Even the top ghost walkers have to weigh their strength when they meet them.

It is not about how strong they are, but how difficult they are beyond your imagination.

You can deal with one or two, but what about thousands and tens of thousands?

This is not a game.

If you kill one ghost messenger, the underworld will send out ten. If you kill ten, the underworld will send out a hundred.

After all, human magic power is limited, but ghost messengers are endless. Even if ten thousand die, it is insignificant to the underworld, and it doesn’t even care.

Therefore, the best way to normally encounter ghost messengers is to avoid them.

If you really can’t avoid them, just defeat them. Don’t kill them, otherwise you will have to live in a nightmare for the rest of your life until you die.

Of course, the ghost messenger is not stupid. He will not die stubbornly after knowing that he cannot beat you.

Pulling his eyes back to the cemetery, the temperature around him has dropped a lot, and there is white mist floating between breaths.

Seeing that it is almost time, Ye Ran held up the skull, shook the bell rhythmically, and chanted an obscure spell.

"Boom!"

The sky exploded with thunder, which scared the little beggar.

Almost at the same time, it was cloudy and rainy, and then it turned into heavy rain.

Ye Ran looked up, and then looked behind him not far away, and there was a black mist.

"Little beggar, hide behind the paper man!"

"Okay, Master!"

Soon after, the little beggar dropped the shovel and ran away. Ye Ran followed him and came behind the paper man, sticking out half of his head.

The next second, whining sounds resounded through the cemetery, very much like the sound of wind, but also like someone crying.

As a large amount of black mist filled the air, the little beggar also discovered that there seemed to be four shadows emerging from the black mist.

Soon, under the water of the rain, the black fog gradually dissipated, and the figure's appearance was revealed without reservation.

The little beggar was shocked. She had never seen such a battle at such a young age. She quickly covered her mouth and did not dare to breathe.

Because four people wearing ancient costumes appeared in front of them, holding mourning sticks in their hands. The makeup on their faces was also scary, and they looked like paper figures!

Ye Ran narrowed his eyes and turned his head to signal the little beggar not to make any sound. These four were just ghosts!

This place is full of yin energy, and the two of them are hiding behind the two-size-large paper man, so it is difficult for the ghosts to detect the existence of yang energy.

The four ghosts shook their heads from side to side and made whining sounds, as if they were having a conversation.

Then they came to the tomb, and with a casual wave of their hands, they removed the soil in the tomb, completely exposing the paper coffin.

The four ghosts grinned, jumped down, opened the lid of the coffin, and came closer to take a closer look.

At this time, Song Wu closed his eyes tightly, but he felt that it was terribly cold now. If Ye Ran hadn't specially told him not to open his eyes, he might have been unable to bear it.

Seeing that the ghost messenger hadn't come up yet, Ye Ran felt a little anxious and looked at the paper man directly opposite him unconsciously.

The purpose of writing Song Wu's birth date on it was to cover up his living aura and transfer his soul aura, so that the ghosts would mistakenly think that the target was dead.

As long as the ghost cannot sense the breath of the soul, he will think that the target's soul has escaped long ago and leave here.

However, no ghosts were seen in the past so long. Ye Ran couldn't help but worry that the matter would be exposed, so he immediately put his fingers together and shook them slightly.

The paper man opposite also started to move at this moment and ran away!

The ghosts in the tomb sensed it and jumped out immediately. They turned to look in the direction of the paper man's escape and teleported to chase him.

"Fortunately, I made more preparations, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to deceive these ghosts."

Ye Ran also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. As long as he avoided the ghosts, the rest would be easy to deal with.

"Little beggar, where is the rooster I asked you to bring?"

"In the backpack!"

"In the backpack?"

"Don't cover it up!"

Ye Ran was slightly startled and spoke in disbelief.

The little beggar finally came to his senses, ran over, opened it and took out the rooster. However, the rooster was already dying.

Then, the little beggar made a jaw-dropping move.

"Wake up, wake up, I'm going to be scolded!"

The little beggar kept shaking the rooster, then raised his hand and slapped the rooster on the head. With this extremely abstract operation, the rooster actually woke up.

"Master, it's not dead yet!" The little beggar smiled.

Ye Ran rolled his eyes at her, went over and jumped into the grave pit with the rooster, and woke up Song Wu.

"Master Ye, are you okay?" Song Wu shook his head coldly, his voice trembling.

Ye Ran threw the rooster to him and said: "You hold the rooster and sleep in the cemetery for one night. Don't open your eyes when it crows. On the second crow, swallow the medicine. On the third crow, get up and go to the funeral parlor." run."

"When that time comes, you can renew your life again, and everything will be done."

Hearing that he was still allowed to sleep in the cemetery for one night, Song Wu felt uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to nod and agree.

After giving the instructions, Ye Ran asked the little beggar to take his things and leave the place, and go to the funeral parlor to spend the night first.

The little beggar turned back three times with each step and asked very curiously: "Master, don't we have to guard him?"

Ye Ran glanced at her and said calmly: "If you are willing to be exposed to the rain and cold here, then you can stay."

"Then forget it." The little beggar laughed and scratched his head.

Ye Ran looked back at the grave pit. There were paper figures guarding the surrounding areas. In addition, Song Wu himself was still contaminated with a little ghost aura. Lone ghosts did not dare to get close, so there was no problem in terms of safety.

The next step is to wait for dawn.