"Take care, Boss Xu," Zhao Yan said, turning to leave the cemetery with Wu Jiaxin.
Wu Jiaxin asked, confused, "Sister Zhao, why did Boss Xu suddenly change his mind? Weren't we having a good conversation earlier?"
"Perhaps because I'm too young, I didn't catch Boss Xu's eye."
Zhao Yan continued, "If I stood next to an old man with white hair, who would you choose to consult about feng shui for a grave?"
Wu Jiaxin replied without hesitation, "Of course, it would be you, Sister Zhao."
Zhao Yan said, "But Boss Xu isn't you, so he would naturally trust others more."
Zhao Yan looked up at the sky and asked, "It's a clear sky today, and the moon will be full tonight. This corpse will definitely absorb lunar energy. I only hope the expert Boss Xu invited can control the situation."
Flagging down a taxi, Zhao Yan got in with Wu Jiaxin.
After telling the taxi driver the address, Zhao Yan got out at the shop and was momentarily stunned.
Many people were standing at the shop entrance. Zhao Yan glanced back at Wu Jiaxin.
Wu Jiaxin looked equally bewildered and shook her head.
"The shop owner is back!"
As soon as they saw Zhao Yan get out of the car, the people standing at the shop entrance immediately walked over.
"Master Zhao, it's me, Mo Jie!"
Just as Zhao Yan was about to ask why these people were here, Mo Jie emerged from the crowd.
"Is your face acting up again?" Zhao Yan asked.
She wondered if the skin-changing ghost's skills were insufficient, causing Mo Jie's facial injuries to relapse, and if he had come to settle the score.
Mo Jie waved his hands and said, "No, Master Zhao, my face is fine. These are my fellow patients. Their faces were also burned, and upon hearing that my face had healed, they inquired about where I had the skin grafting surgery."
"I mentioned your shop, and they came over."
Once Mo Jie's face healed, he was overjoyed and posted about it on social media, which immediately led to many inquiries.
Whenever Zhao Yan was mentioned, he would give a thumbs-up, becoming a loyal fan and enthusiastically recommending her to people with facial injuries.
Zhao Yan looked at their faces and asked, "Do they have any burn marks on their faces?"
"It's their children," Mo Jie replied.
She then noticed that behind these adults were children around five or six years old, who were shyly hiding.
"Take off your hats and masks, and let me see," Zhao Yan said.
The seven children present removed their masks and hats. Their faces were severely burned by fire.
Zhao Yan sighed with sympathy; children were more susceptible to burns.
These burns would stay with the children for life, leaving an indelible scar.
"Please write down your phone numbers on paper. If you trust me, you can also pay the three thousand yuan. I will call you when I have time," Zhao Yan said.
The skin-changing ghost's yin energy had not yet recovered, and she couldn't let it be consumed excessively.
With Mo Jie vouching for them, the parents of the seven children didn't hesitate much and quickly paid the money.
Over twenty-one thousand yuan was quickly deposited.
"If possible, please set up a spirit tablet at home and burn incense occasionally," Zhao Yan said, taking out the spirit tablet of Zhou Xin, the skin-changing ghost.
She asked them to replicate the spirit tablet and place it in their homes, burning incense and offering money when they had the time.
This way, Zhou Xin, the skin-changing ghost, could also absorb the incense energy.
After telling them to wait for news and sending them off, she noticed Mo Jie still standing at the shop entrance.
"Mr. Mo, do you need anything else?" Zhao Yan asked.
Mo Jie scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "Master Zhao, I'd like to work for you for free. I used to be a chef, so I can help with grocery shopping and cooking. I feel guilty if I don't do anything for you."
"You are a capable person, and your time should be spent on more important matters, not wasted on cooking."
As he said this, Mo Jie pulled out his chef's certificate.
Zhao Yan looked at the certificate and smiled, "Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Mo, but my small shop cannot accommodate too many people, and free labor isn't feasible."
Mo Jie sighed in disappointment at first, then seemed to have an idea and said with a smile, "Master Zhao, I'll be going back now."
Zhao Yan nodded, feeling happy to see Mo Jie regaining hope in his life.
"By the way, Xin Xin, please turn on your phone's ringtone. If nothing unexpected happens, Boss Xu will call." Zhao Yan said.
Wu Jiaxin took out her phone and adjusted the ringtone. "Sister Zhao, are we still taking on Boss Xu's case? I thought it was over after he gave us fifty thousand yuan."
She was still holding the fifty thousand yuan red envelope.
"If he calls again, it won't be just fifty thousand yuan. Perhaps we can afford a larger shop," Zhao Yan said.
"How much bigger a shop can we get?" Wu Jiaxin asked excitedly.
Zhao Yan stroked her chin. "We might be able to afford a shop in the city center."
Returning to the shop, Zhao Yan took out yellow talismans and began drawing them.
At the cemetery entrance, Xu Wen paced anxiously, checking his phone every so often. "It's almost eight o'clock in the evening, why hasn't Master Wang arrived yet? Check if the flight is delayed."
The male assistant said, "Don't worry, Mr. Xu. I just called and asked. Master Wang's apprentice said they are coming by private car."
Xu Wen was anxious. The six coffins in the cemetery were moving restlessly, and if they waited any longer, the coffins might explode.
"Hurry them up!" Xu Wen urged.
The male assistant saw car headlights approaching and exclaimed with joy, "No need to hurry, Mr. Xu, Master Wang has arrived."
With that, a private car stopped at the cemetery entrance.
Two young men in Taoist robes got out first and immediately opened the rear car door.
A man in his fifties slowly alighted, holding a horsetail whisk. The man had a goatee and his eyes were narrowed into slits as he looked ahead.
Upon seeing the man, Xu Wen rushed forward and said with a smile, "Finally, Master Wang, I've been waiting for you. If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have known what to do."
Xu Wen's attitude towards Zhao Yan and Master Wang was starkly different, showing a fawning demeanor towards Master Wang.
The male disciple beside him took out a bill and said, "Boss Xu, it wasn't easy for my master to come here. Please take a look at this fee for my master's effort."
"Furthermore, the service fee and effort fee are calculated separately, including tea money and a starting fee."
"It's not that we're taking advantage of your misfortune, but this matter occurred suddenly, and my master had to cancel many other important jobs for you. We hope you can compensate for the losses incurred by these cancellations."
"No problem," Xu Wen said with a smile and immediately had his assistant take the bill.
The assistant glanced at the bill and thought he had misread it. He whispered in Xu Wen's ear, "Mr. Xu, this hardship fee alone is five million."