Three times married to Yama

Zhou Tianping fell silent after hearing my words.

According to Zhou Tianping, he probably committed suicide because he couldn't stand his family's pressure to get married.

The pressure to get married will never disappear, whether in the past, present, or future.

In particular, people who are still unmarried at the age of thirty are seen as having committed heinous crimes.

Although I'm not at the age where I'm being pressured to get married, I suddenly feel a bit sorry for Zhou Tianping.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with pain, and replied in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to get married..."

"I am not ready for marriage at all. I feel that I cannot take on the responsibility of a new family. This will not only ruin me, but also ruin another person. I feel so depressed and suffocated."

"They're right, I'm a coward, an incompetent person, so I can't start a family or get married."

"So I decided to die, but they said I had to get married even if I died..."

Zhou Tianping covered his face in anguish and sobbed softly, tears of blood streaming through his fingers.

"You decided to die, but you caused the deaths of innocent people. You will have to atone for your sins in the underworld."

"I was wrong... I got stuck in a rut and tried to drag someone down with me..."

"Tell the judge about these things after you've let go of your obsessions," I said coldly.

This guy's obsession with marriage stems from his parents and relatives. To put an end to his obsession, we have to start with him and his parents.

So I plan to visit Zhou Tianping's parents in the hope of putting an end to his obsession.

My Spirit-Crossing Fan also needs to constantly absorb the power of obsession.

However, it's already late at night, so let's postpone our visit to Zhou Tianping's parents until another day.

I took out a talisman and temporarily sealed Zhou Tianping away, preventing him from continuing to pester Zhang Yanyan.

When Old Lady Li saw that Zhou Tianping had been sealed by me, she immediately knelt down in front of me and kept kowtowing to thank me.

I,"……"

Why do both humans and ghosts like to kneel?

Actually, I don't really like people or ghosts kneeling before me. I'm not an emperor, I don't do that kind of thing.

I helped Grandma Li up and said to her, "There's no need to thank me so much. It was your granddaughter Zhang Yanyan who entrusted us with this task, and she will pay us."

I don't see any resentment or obsession in Old Lady Li, so it seems that her sudden death did not turn her into a vengeful spirit.

She accepted her death peacefully after it happened.

Grandma Li said, "Seeing that my family members are all safe and sound, I have no more worries in this world. Everyone must die eventually, and when we die is perhaps predetermined. Master, thank you so much for saving my family. I wish you all your dreams come true in the future, that you will get what you ask for, and that all your wishes will come true."

After saying that, Old Lady Li bowed deeply to me, and her figure slowly disappeared into the house.

"grandmother……"

Zhang Yanyan woke up and looked in the direction where Grandma Li had disappeared, tears streaming down her face.

I woke up Zhang Zhiqiang and Wang Fangrong again. When they woke up and found themselves in the room, they were both very surprised.

"Honey, aren't we staying at a hotel? How come we're at home now?" Wang Fangrong asked Zhang Zhiqiang, who was sitting next to her, in a daze.

"I don't know. I remember we were in a hotel, and then I think I saw my mom..."

Faced with their doubts, I didn't hide anything and told them about being possessed and what happened after they returned here.

However, I kept the fact that Zhang Yanyan and I fell from the building a secret, since I couldn't explain how I survived falling from the 18th floor.

"Old Lady Li has gone to where she belongs. Neither she nor that male ghost will bother you anymore, so you can rest assured."

"It's getting late, you should all get some rest. We'll be leaving now."

I left them a few talismans to ward off evil spirits and then left with Xia Zheng and Yun Fu.

On the way back, Xia Zheng looked at the 500 yuan that Zhang Yanyan had transferred to his phone. His face was a little bitter. "Master, we only get 500 yuan for a commission. Are we really not going to lose money? And I think the risk of doing what we do is really high."

In response to Xia Zheng's question, I simply patted him on the shoulder and said, "Calm down, disciple. Your master will pay you a salary. Your master is not short of money."

Most importantly, I need to use the Spirit-Crossing Fan to absorb obsessions and transform them into spiritual healing power. I also need to help my father repay his karmic debts. Five hundred yuan would be a good amount.

"We charge 500 yuan to ordinary families, and more to wealthy people. Our compensation has a lot of flexibility, you understand?"

My words instantly dispelled Xia Zheng's gloom, and he asked me with a grin, "Master, how much salary will you pay me?"

I held up one hand, and Xia Zheng's eyes lit up instantly. "Five, five thousand?"

Isn't that too narrow-minded?

I, Lan Yin, must pamper my disciple myself.

"Fifty thousand," I said, "including social security, five insurances and one housing fund."

Xia Zheng was stunned. His knees buckled and he almost knelt down again. I quickly grabbed him by the collar from behind his neck to prevent him from sliding to his knees.

"Master, am I dreaming? Is this real? You really gave me 50,000?" he asked incredulously.

I nodded firmly, "Of course, why would I lie to you? I've already told you that your master is rich, and you can eat nine meals a day if you follow him."

Xia Zheng was so excited that tears streamed down his face. He said he never dared to dream of five thousand, but he never expected it to be fifty thousand!

Yun Fu, who had been walking silently beside me, suddenly spoke up softly, "Master, he gets a salary, but what about me?"

I glanced at him; this guy was full of ulterior motives and schemes.

"Is there anything you want?" I asked. If his request was reasonable, I would agree.

He looked at me intently. "Yes."

"What?"

Yun Fu said solemnly, "Freedom."

Me: "...I'm sorry, I can't agree to that."

He sneered and said self-deprecatingly, "I really am just a slave, without any freedom at all."

Yun Fu wanted freedom, which naturally meant breaking free from the control of the Three Pure Bells; he was constantly trying to escape control.

But since he's neither a ghost nor a complete corpse, if he gets out of control, he'll probably kill me on the spot. Of course, I can't let him go.

So when he said that, I looked at him and replied expressionlessly, "That's right, you're just a slave. What freedom do you want?"

"Unless I die."

His gaze instantly turned icy, revealing a strong killing intent.