At this time, Father Zhang not only had the five qi on his body dim, but even the three qi representing good fortune was also chaotic, obviously looking poor and destitute.

Blessings are blessed, and evil is rewarded.

Ye Zhengyang pinched his fingers and calculated, Zhang's father was a great traitor in his previous life, and he wanted to use this life to atone for his sins.

This is also the cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao, and the retribution is unpleasant.

Ye Zhengyang turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yan, at this time, Zhang Yan washed away the lead and showed his true colors, although he looked embarrassed, but he was rich and noble in the second half of his life.

Ye Zhengyang said to Zhang Yan: "I can save your father, but you must promise me one condition!" ”

Hearing that Ye Zhengyang could cure his father, Zhang Yan was immediately excited and said: "As long as the master can cure my father, don't say one condition, it is ten or one hundred, I will agree!" ”

Ye Zhengyang nodded and said, "When you are developed, you must accumulate good fortune and do more good deeds!" ”

Listening to Ye Zhengyang's words, Zhang Yan sighed in her heart, how could she be developed?

However, Zhang Yan did not show it, but nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, if there is really such a day, I will definitely do what you say!" ”

Ye Zhengyang nodded and said, "I hope you remember what you said!" ”

After Ye Zhengyang finished speaking, he took out nine silver needles and quickly pierced them on the big acupoint on Zhang's father's chest, and injected a large amount of spiritual energy through the silver needles, restoring Zhang's father's vitality.

Acupuncture is a compulsory subject in Chinese medicine, and the set of acupuncture methods used by Ye Zhengyang is not simple, it is the long-lost nine needles of the Lingshu.

The nine needles of the soul are recorded in the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing", which can take life from the hands of the king of Hades.

However, the conditions for using the Nine Needles of the Spiritual Corpse are very harsh, and they must be assisted by spiritual power, otherwise there will be no effect.

Ye Zhengyang also saw that Zhang's father had a good daughter, and his longevity was not over, so he used the nine needles of the soul to save his life, otherwise he would not have made a move.

It wasn't until an hour later that Ye Zhengyang put away the silver needle.

Then Ye Zhengyang took out three pills and handed them to Zhang Yan, saying, "Give these pills to your relatives to take one pill a day, and you will be cured after three days." ”

"As for the injuries on his arms and legs, he will slowly recover!"

Listening to Ye Zhengyang's words, Zhang Yan was suddenly excited, and thanked Ye Zhengyang for his kindness.

In the end, Zhang Yan took out the only 1,000 yuan on his body, and said timidly: "Master, I only have these here!" ”

"I'll raise the rest for you as soon as possible!"

Ye Zhengyang pushed Zhang Yan's hand back and said, "No need, just give your father more nutrition!" ”

After Ye Zhengyang finished speaking, he walked out of the rescue room, and he really brushed off his clothes and hid his name.

Looking at Ye Zhengyang's distant back, Zhang Yan's heart was surging, and her eyes were full of tears of emotion.

Leaving the hospital, Ye Zhengyang used his body method to run towards the school the same way.

Longcheng No. 1 Middle School, is the best high school in Longcheng.

The campus was silent, all the students were in class, and occasionally a few students skipped out of class.

According to Fang Hao's explanation, Ye Zhengyang went straight to the principal's office.

After walking for about ten minutes, he was outside the principal's office.

"Knock Knock"

After knocking on the door twice, a very magnetic man's voice came from the office: "Come in." ”

Ye Zhengyang pushed the door and walked in, this office is very large, several times larger than the Taoist temple living room where he and his master live, there must be nearly 100 square meters, completely Chinese-style decoration, and there are landscape paintings hanging on the walls, which is very artistic.

Directly opposite the door is a large desk, and behind it is a wall of bookshelves.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and gray temples was sitting behind a desk with a sad face.

Ye Zhengyang looked at the middle-aged man carefully, and his eyes lit up.

Then he smiled slightly, walked to the desk, sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and handed the information in his hand to the middle-aged man

"Hello principal, my name is Ye Zhengyang, and I'm here to go through the admission procedures."

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at Ye Zhengyang, looking a little displeased, and he didn't go through the information.

"Who told you to sit down?"

"Can't you sit?" Ye Zhengyang scratched his head.

The middle-aged man's brows furrowed even deeper, his hands were pillowed on the desk, and his body leaned forward slightly, this posture was extremely aggressive, and it also showed his dissatisfaction with Ye Zhengyang.

The middle-aged man said, "Did I let you sit?" ”

"Put your Erlang leg down, is this the attitude of a student to a teacher?"

Ye Zhengyang pursed his mouth, put down Erlang's legs stupidly, sat up straight, and posed as a good student.

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Zhengyang disdainfully and asked, "Which school did you study in?" ”

Ye Zhengyang scratched his head and said, "Fang Hao didn't tell me this!" ”

"Bang"

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man stumbled from his chair and fell to the ground as if he had been beaten by electricity.

Immediately after, the middle-aged man hurriedly propped up the desk, his face flushed, and he glared at Ye Zhengyang in shock: "You say, who asked you to come?" ”

"Fang Hao, is there something wrong?"

Ye Zhengyang showed a harmless smile from humans and animals.

"Fang Hao, the richest man in Dragon City?" The middle-aged man exclaimed in exclamation, and slapped his head on the door, this bastard, you are the Ye Zhengyang that Fang Hao said, why didn't you say it earlier?

Fang Hao has invested a lot of money in our middle school, and he is a veritable God of Wealth.

He did receive a call from Fang Hao before, and a student named Ye Zhengyang would come to handle the admission procedures and ask him to make arrangements.

But at that time, he was thinking about what he had encountered recently, and he was distraught, and he didn't know it in detail.

When Ye Zhengyang entered the house just now, he looked carefully, and Ye Zhengyang was dressed as a hillbilly, and he couldn't be connected with the richest man in Dragon City if he was killed!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man has the heart to cry to death.

What if Fang Hao knows about it and doesn't invest in the school?

"Hehe, classmate, just now, it was my fault, no, I'm sorry."

The middle-aged man quickly reacted, got up and made a cup of good Tieguanyin, held it in front of Ye Zhengyang, blew a few breaths, and flattered: "You, you drink tea, be careful, don't burn it." ”

It's just like this, and it's just a little different from just now.

"Huh"

The middle-aged man smiled dryly: "I'll go through the enrollment procedures for you." ”

Soon, the middle-aged man went through the admission procedures, but what made him a little worried was that from beginning to end, Ye Zhengyang looked at him with a strange smile, and he was stunned to see him hairy.

He handed the materials and a student ID card to Ye Zhengyang, and said with a smile: "Student Ye, you can go to the head teacher to report now!" ”

"Wait."

Ye Zhengyang interrupted the middle-aged man's words.

The middle-aged man looked stunned, and looked at Ye Zhengyang in amazement, this guy kept staring at me and laughing just now, it's really not good!

Is this going to be settled?

After all, the disdain he had shown just now was indeed too obvious.

He smiled dryly: "Classmate Ye, is there anything else?" ”

Ye Zhengyang's expression was solemn, he pulled his collar, and then stretched out his right hand to the middle-aged man: "I, the head of the ghost hunting road, give money!" ”

What the hell is the Ghost Hunter?

Why do you ask me for money?

didn't wait for him to speak, Ye Zhengyang in front of him suddenly smiled.

"It's okay if you don't give money, you first ask the person on your shoulder if he agrees."

What the?

Hearing this, the principal looked stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at his shoulder, but it was empty, and there was nothing.

He said to Ye Zhengyang with a somewhat unnatural expression: "Classmate Ye, in broad daylight, you can't scare me!" ”

"Scaring you?"

Ye Zhengyang leaned back in his chair and pointed to the principal's shoulder: "As soon as I entered the room, I saw this thing lying on your shoulder and grinning at you, do you feel extremely heavy on your shoulders recently, and you are easily tired?" ”

The principal's body trembled, and his brows suddenly wrinkled into a "Chuan" shape.

It turned out that this guy was not smiling at me at all, but at the "thing" on my shoulder.

Indeed, he had felt that something was wrong with his whole body since three days ago, especially his shoulders, which were so heavy that they seemed to have weighed down two pieces of heavy iron, and that he was very easily exhausted.

When Ye Zhengyang came in, he looked tired with a tired face, which was caused by this strange thing that suddenly appeared.

Now that Ye Zhengyang said it, his hairs stood up all over his body, could it be that there was really something on his shoulders?

"I'm not wrong, am I?"

Ye Zhengyang smiled, squinting his eyes: "You are a ghost." ”

As soon as he entered the room, he saw a ghost baby lying on the headmaster's shoulder, covered in pitch black and charred, with yin qi all over his body, grinning at the headmaster.

The so-called "ghost pressing shoulder" is actually that the ghost presses on the shoulders of the living, and the yin qi invades, causing the living to feel extremely heavy on the shoulders and extremely easy to get tired.

Just kidding, with a "person" pressed on his shoulder, can it be heavy?

Can you not get tired?

Of course, the headmaster is pressed on his shoulder by a ghost baby, and the meaning is one more layer.

But as soon as the words fell, the principal in front of him suddenly slammed his palm on the table, and shouted angrily: "Nonsense! ”

"Student Ye, although you were introduced by Mr. Fang, as the principal, I must remind you that this is the twenty-first century, and your set of rules is clearly feudal superstition, as a staunch atheist, I absolutely ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhengyang smiled and said, "He's sticking out his tongue and licking your face right now." ”

The principal trembled, and swallowed back the words in his mouth, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, he actually felt that the right side of his face was numb and crispy, cold and cold.

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