She always speaks directly, just like when she decides life and death in the live broadcast room.

The other strange woman, who was facing this kind of impact for the first time, was obviously frightened, and her voice suddenly became a few degrees higher.

"How come you curse someone to death right away?!"

Miao Lanying was about to pull her away when she heard Ye Lan from the other side say, "Because you know that your son will not survive if he continues like this."

Suddenly, the woman froze in place as if someone had pressed her acupoints, and cracks gradually appeared on her face.

"Xiao Jing!" Miao Lanying saw something was wrong and opened her mouth in shock. "Why didn't you tell me such a serious matter?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jing burst into tears and fell into a chair, crying bitterly. "I can't tell you about this. There's no way I can tell you because it's too weird. I've already hired many Feng Shui masters at home, but Xiao Rui just won't get better. I'm about to collapse..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with endless pain. Upon closer inspection, she saw deep bags under her eyes, and it was obvious that she had been suffering a lot during this period.

"Then tell the master about the situation quickly. Don't be stubborn. You've seen the master's skills last time." Miao Lanying grabbed her hand, handed her a tissue, and felt anxious for her.

They were good friends when they were young and knew each other very well, so when Miao Lanying was cheated last time, Zhu Jing was fully aware of the situation and even watched the live broadcast recording.

But before coming, she didn't have high hopes.

Because everything on the Internet is virtual, she insisted on meeting offline to confirm it. She had just looked down on Ye Lan because of her preconceived notion of appearance and age, and now that the truth was revealed to her, she realized her stupidity.

"I was rude just now, Master." She stood up and bowed to the girl quickly, saying in a painful tone, "Master, please save my son!"

Ye Lan accepted her greeting without flinching or dodging, his expression remaining calm and relaxed. "Tell me about your son's specific situation first."

Zhu Jing wiped her tears and then stood up to tell the whole story.

Zhu Jingfu's family is a scholarly family, and several generations have been engaged in the education business. Now the old man in the family has become a leading figure in the literary world.

The old man usually loves his youngest grandson Chen Zhexi the most. He must invite him to the old house to have dinner with him on weekends. However, after visiting the old house a month ago, Chen Zhexi started to have nightmares.

"At first, it was just in a cemetery. He was always brave and didn't take it seriously. But after having the same dream for several days in a row, he felt something was wrong and confessed to my wife and me."

"I first went to the temple to buy him a peace amulet, but it was of no use. Later, music for a wedding started playing in the cemetery, and my son even wore red silk flowers in his dreams."

"Then we received this at our doorstep."

Zhu Jing took out a red invitation card hidden in her handbag, with the words "marriage certificate" clearly written on it.

Seeing the ghost energy wrapped around it, Ye Lan took it and opened it. He saw the eight characters of a man and a woman written on it, with two strands of hair tied together in the middle.

"This hair growth is strange. Xiaozhe slept fine the day before, but when he woke up the next morning, he found a little baldness on the top of his head. The Feng Shui masters said it was alopecia areata."

Whenever it comes to ghosts and spirits, people always feel inexplicably chilled.

After hearing the whole story, Miao Lanying got goose bumps all over her body in the hot summer. "This is too scary. Did Xiaozhe encounter something unclean in the old house?"

"We thought so before, so we went to the old house to ask the old man, but he never believed in ghosts or gods. There is not even a Buddha statue in the house, and we can't find the reason." Zhu Jing sighed, worried to the point of gray hair. Now he looked at Ye Lan eagerly and said earnestly: "Master, the marriage certificate has arrived, and the date is in three days. Xiaozhe's dreams are becoming more and more real. I'm afraid something will really happen to him. I beg you to save him."

Since Ye Lan had agreed to meet, he had already accepted the commission, so he didn't refuse. He extinguished the fire and stood up and said, "Let's go and take a look."

Hearing that she was willing to go and see it in person, Zhu Jing was overjoyed, "Okay, our home is not far from Lincheng."

Ye Lan nodded, and without any delay, he went out empty-handed.

Miao Lanying was driving on the road and talked about the subsequent handling of the scumbag.

"I was sentenced to one year for illegal gambling. Although the punishment is not severe, as a public figure, my future career is ruined."

It was only two days after the incident, but now when she talks about it, her tone is relaxed, and there is no trace of emotion towards the scumbag in her voice, which shows how strong her character is.

However, she was still a little curious, "Master, if I fail to escape this time and really fall into his trap, what will be my fate?"

Ye Lan, who was sitting in the back seat, looked out the window and casually replied, "You will be ruined and end up jumping into the sea to commit suicide."

“!!!”

Fortunately, Miao Lanying had a good mental state, otherwise she would have driven the car onto the bridge pier.

When she came to her senses, she realized that her back and palms were sweating. She couldn't tell whether she was scared by the accident that had just happened, or was afraid of the ending that Ye Lan said.

But if you put yourself in her shoes, maybe she is not as strong as you think.

Thinking of this, she was once again glad that she accidentally opened the live broadcast room and met Ye Lan.

Zhu Jing didn't say a word during the entire journey.

She was still in a trance and almost fell down when the car arrived in front of Chen's house and opened the door.

Pushing open the tightly closed door, I saw that the curtains were drawn everywhere in the house and the light was very dim, but there were quite a few people gathered in the living room.

"Mr. Chen, I've already told you that your son has mistakenly provoked a ghost bride, and judging by her magical powers, she's a ghost king. It's best that you stop struggling and leave your affairs to me."

"That being said, there are still three days left. Perhaps if we can find the ghost bride's belongings, you still have a chance of survival. Why not entrust this matter to me?"

…

A group of people in strange clothes were chatting animatedly in the living room, not caring at all about the life or death of the man sitting in the middle of the sofa.

As the head of the family, Chen Maoyuan frowned and sat there without saying a word, as if he was still considering the right person to hand over the matter to.

Just as a group of people were competing to recommend themselves, a long female voice was suddenly heard coming from the gate.

"If you all have confidence, why not come together?"

Hearing the voice, everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look over, and when they saw that the person speaking was a beautiful girl, they immediately frowned.

"Where did you come from, little girl? How dare you speak so arrogantly here? As the saying goes, one family cannot master two methods. We are all masters with cultivation. How can we perform rituals together with others?"

These words were spoken by a Taoist priest, in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Really?" Ye Lan replied calmly, then turned to ask Zhu Jing, "How much are you asking?"

Zhu Jing was stunned for a moment and reported a number, "One million."

"Yeah." Ye Lan nodded, then turned around and said, "Then let's join together. Whoever can solve this game will win five million."