The crooked way can also lead to heaven

For several days, Ye Ran stayed at home to tinker with the elixir.

His clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked much more haggard.

"Here we go again."

Ye Ran stopped what he was doing and moved his eyes to the outside of the door, as if he saw something through the door wall.

When he first moved to this place, there was nothing unusual at first.

But recently, a lot of yin energy suddenly emerged and wandered in the alley, and even occasionally heard weird whispers.

I was idle for the past two days, so I wanted to see what was going on. I didn't expect that those who emitted yin energy were ghost messengers!

In addition, there are often many lonely ghosts running here, which is even more puzzling.

It stands to reason that ghost messengers come to the world of the living with a strong purpose. Unless they encounter some obstacles, they will never wander around in one place repeatedly.

The place with the heaviest yin energy is the Zhou family's yard, which means that the ghost messenger is coming for them.

But what is puzzling is why the ghost messenger would bother the living for no reason?

They all lived in the same alley, so it was inevitable that they would bump into each other when they went in and out.

Ye Ran had run into them more than once. There were three people in the family, one old, one middle-aged, and one young.

These three people were alive and well, and they were full of energy. There was no sign of dying.

Just as he was in a daze, there was a knock on the door.

Ye Ran came to the door, slowly opened a crack and looked out, and found that the person coming was Zhou Tai.

"Mr. Ye, I'm really sorry to bother you so late."

"Can you give me some more Soul-Fixing Grass? I've brought the money."

Zhou Tai raised the money in his hand and showed an apologetic look.

The two families were just across from each other, and after a long time, they would have some exchanges.

They also knew that Ye Ran was a man of the world, and that there were many medicinal herbs that were not commonly seen in his home, so they often came to visit and buy some.

"Does your grandfather want it?" Ye Ran raised his eyebrows.

Soul-fixing grass is a special medicinal material used to stabilize the soul. People don't need this thing. Ordinary lonely ghosts will find it to eat by themselves.

Zhou Tai's grandfather is a Chinese medicine doctor. It is understandable to buy ordinary medicinal materials, but what is this soul-fixing grass used for?

Zhou Tai touched his nose and smiled awkwardly: "Yes, there is no way, the old man likes strange things."

"Wait."

Ye Ran closed the door, went into the house and took out ten plants. Before delivering them, he said again: "Don't blame me for not reminding you. People who eat too much soul-fixing grass will become idiots."

Zhou Tai shook his head repeatedly: "It's not for people to eat, oh no, it's for people to eat."

It seems that he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly changed his words, looking a little embarrassed.

Ye Ran noticed this, and just as he handed over the Soul-Fixing Grass, he immediately retracted it, and suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I understand, your grandfather is a ghost doctor."

When these two words were mentioned, Zhou Tai's eyes obviously changed, but he still laughed and laughed: "What are you talking about, Mr. Ye? A doctor is a doctor, why do you have a ghost doctor?"

Ye Ran didn't say anything, and handed over the Soul-Fixing Grass in his hand, but he already knew in his heart that Zhou Tai's grandfather must be a ghost doctor!

After the transaction was completed, Zhou Tai didn't stay for long, and turned back after a few polite words.

Looking at his back as he left, Ye Ran's eyes burned slightly, and then closed the door.

To be honest, the title of ghost doctor hasn't appeared in the world for a long time.

This profession is not something that everyone can take on casually.

In addition to having a strong horoscope, you also need to gain the trust of those lonely ghosts, and this alone is enough to stump many people.

Ghosts are synonymous with disasters. Ordinary people will be unlucky if they encounter them, and even lose their lives in serious cases.

Ye Ran had seen a ghost doctor before, but he was torn to pieces in the end. Almost all those who do this job have a short life.

Even so, there are still many people who flock to it.

Because ghost doctors can easily earn a lot of Yin De!

Like Ye Ran, he is a ghost who licks blood on the tip of a knife. Not to mention his identity as an evil cultivator, even if he is not an evil cultivator, he can't earn much Yin De in his life.

But ghost doctors are different. They don't need to stain their hands with blood. They only need to save the world with their hands, so they can earn a lot of Yin De.

Ye Ran scratched his messy hair, threw away the thoughts in his mind, and immediately went to the bathtub to pour the remaining golden spirit liquid into the water, took off his clothes and lay in it.

The ghost bride was serving tea and water on the side, and came over to wipe her back and massage her from time to time.

Even if he treated her sincerely, Ye Ran didn't have any bad thoughts about the ghost bride, just used her as a servant.

The effect of this golden spirit liquid was not obvious, and no changes were found in his body after soaking.

I called the little beggar and she couldn't explain it clearly. She only remembered that it would take a long time to accumulate and explode when it reached a certain point.

"What do you want to do now?" Ye Ran looked at the ghost bride who was massaging her feet.

After hearing the ghost bride's murmur, he frowned.

"I'm busy. You'd better behave yourself. There are ghost messengers around here. If you are caught, I can't protect you."

"Shut up and do your job. I will arrange it later."

Ye Ran scolded a few words and then pulled a towel over his eyes.

The scolded ghost bride looked aggrieved. She lowered her head and sang Peking Opera in a low voice. From time to time, she looked up at Ye Ran, fearing that her singing would be heard.

In fact, Ye Ran heard it clearly, but just didn't want to pay attention.

But the people in the neighboring houses didn't think so. When they heard the Beijing accent floating out of nowhere, they all hid in their quilts and dared not show their heads.

As a result, people in the alley were saying that the new man's house was haunted!

He would hum and sing Beijing opera in the middle of the night, making people panic. They had to form a team to go to the toilet.

Just as Ye Ran was about to take a break, he suddenly heard a fight, and the sound was very close.

Throwing away the towel on his face, Ye Ran stood up from the pool.

The ghost bride was also smart and hurried over to get a bathrobe for him to put on.

As soon as Ye Ran came out of the bathroom, the door of his house shattered!

A figure slid to his feet. Looking down, it was Zhou Tai who was vomiting blood.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Ran frowned slightly, and then looked up at the door.

An old man with a cane was walking in slowly.

His body was hunched, his skin was dry and dull, and he looked like a mummy.

There was also a porcelain-like doll on his back, his eyes were rolling around in a weird shape, and he gave a chilling smile.

"Mr. Ye, help... help."

Zhou Tai struggled to get up, but he fainted as soon as he finished speaking.

Ye Ran stared at the weird old man in front of him, narrowed his eyes and said, "Old dog, you have to compensate us."

The old man opposite had a blank expression on his face, and it was not until he raised his head that he could see clearly that it was a pair of pupils like dead fish!

"Haha, I have been in seclusion for many years, and it seems that the name of this corpse man is no longer safe. Even a young man dares to be presumptuous in front of me."