"I'll give it," Yan Zhang's wife, genuinely afraid Zhao Yan would abandon them, quickly agreed.
Zhao Yan said, "Now."
She feared that once the matter was resolved, the old woman would renege.
"But I don't have that much money right now. Most of the balance in my card was given to Master Zhao, I really can't take out more," Yan Zhang's wife cried.
Wang Xianzhi knew, "This isn't complicated. You can first mortgage your house, car, and other assets to Boss Zhou, let Boss Zhou appraise them, write an IOU, and then Boss Zhou can lend you the money."
Boss Zhou was a university classmate of Yan Zhang, but when it came to money, it was a different matter.
Boss Zhou agreed with Wang Xianzhi's suggestion; he couldn't stand by and do nothing.
After writing the IOU and pressing his fingerprint, Boss Zhou transferred the money to Yan Zhang's wife's card.
"But I don't know their card numbers," Yan Zhang's wife said.
Zhao Yan said faintly, "Simple."
She walked towards Yan Jing and spoke a few words to him, immediately obtaining his family members' bank card numbers.
"Transfer it to Brother Zheng's wife's bank card, the card number is 627799xx."
"Brother Wu's wife's card number is 479213xxx."
"Master, you're amazing!" Wang Xianzhi gave a thumbs-up.
Zhao Yan personally supervised, watching Yan Zhang's wife transfer the money.
"Give me your phone," Zhao Yan extended her hand.
Yan Zhang's wife handed over her phone. Zhao Yan took it, walked to Yan Jing's side, and cupped her fists, saying, "Brother Zheng, Brother Wu, and Mother Wu, look, the money has arrived. Brother Wu and Mother Wu have three million six hundred and ten thousand, and Brother Zheng has two million one hundred and ten thousand."
Zhao Yan held her phone in front of Yan Jing, who stared intently at the screen.
Seeing the amounts, his somber face, as if bathed in sunlight, immediately broke into a smile.
The three ghosts quickly moved away from Yan Jing and appeared opposite Zhao Yan, bowing deeply to her.
"No, no, please don't!" Zhao Yan raised her hands and bowed back to the three ghosts.
Boss Zhou saw Zhao Yan bowing to the wall and vaguely understood what was happening. He then looked at Yan Jing, who suddenly collapsed onto the bed.
"Son," Yan Zhang's wife went over and gently shook him.
As Mother Wu was leaving, she grabbed Zhao Yan's wrist. Although she missed, she maintained the motion of grabbing her hand, floated up, and whispered in her ear.
The more Zhao Yan listened, the more her brows furrowed.
"Thank you, Mother Wu. I wish you a safe journey."
Zhao Yan watched the three ghosts depart.
"Master Zhao, why isn't my son reacting yet?" Yan Zhang's wife asked nervously.
Zhao Yan replied, "Your son has eleven ghosts on him. Only three have left, so there are eight more. It's not that easy for him to wake up."
Recalling what Mother Wu had told her, Zhao Yan said gravely, "Let me ask you something. You must answer me honestly."
"Last year, you and your husband acquired a plot of empty land to build on, right?"
Yan Zhang's wife looked as if Zhao Yan had read her mind and nodded, "There was such a thing."
Zhao Yan continued, "There were eight human skeletons buried beneath that empty land, and the souls of those eight people are now on your son."
"Grandma Wu told me that not only did you occupy their burial ground, but you also had the excavators scatter their bones. One female ghost's bones were even gnawed by stray dogs by the roadside."
"Ah!!" Yan Zhang's wife exclaimed in panic, trembling, "We didn't know! That empty land showed no owner."
From Mother Wu, Zhao Yan learned that these eight ghosts had died over a hundred years ago.
"Was it truly ownerless empty land? Did you not forcibly occupy it?" Zhao Yan asked again, not quite trusting Yan Zhang's wife's character.
Yan Zhang's wife insisted, "It was truly ownerless empty land. We acquired that plot through legitimate channels. If you don't believe me, Master Zhao, I can get the documents for you to check."
Yan Zhang's wife made a few calls, and someone sent her the documents via WeChat.
After opening the documents, Yan Zhang's wife handed her phone over.
Zhao Yan saw that the land had indeed been acquired through proper channels, and she and her husband were completely unaware of the presence of the skeletons.
"We are truly wronged," Yan Zhang's wife cried, slapping her thighs.
"From the perspective of the eight souls, you are deeply sinful. They were sleeping peacefully underground, and not only was their resting place taken, but their bones were scattered. If you were sleeping and two large shovels started digging wildly, wouldn't you be angry?"
Yan Zhang's wife protested, "But we truly didn't know, and no bones were dug up at the time."
Boss Zhou sighed, "Perhaps during the excavation, the skeletons were mixed with the soil, so they didn't realize it."
Zhao Yan rubbed her forehead. If the eight ghosts were reasonable, it would be manageable. If not, it would be quite troublesome.
"Take your son and your husband home first. I need to perform a ritual tonight," Zhao Yan said.
"We will do as Master Zhao says. Whatever Master Zhao tells us to do, we will do," Yan Zhang's wife nodded.
"We will come back at six in the afternoon. Please arrange for your husband and son to go home first." Zhao Yan instructed.
Performing a ritual required quite a few items, so Zhao Yan took Wang Xianzhi to the market to buy supplies.
Around six o'clock, they had bought many things from the market.
Just as they were about to return to the Yan family's villa, Boss Zhou called.
His voice on the other end was very anxious, accompanied by Yan Zhang's wife's crying.
"Son, hurry down, son, Mom knows she was wrong."
"Master Zhao, something's wrong! Yan Jing suddenly woke up and climbed onto the roof, shouting and singing. Listen to this."
"When the red flowers fall, the young girl turns white, ya ya ya!"
Zhao Yan's head instantly ached, "Boss Zhou, quickly send me the address, we're coming over now."
That voice was chilling, and combined with the singing, it was clearly a performance of opera.
Looking at the address, Zhao Yan was speechless, "Why is he still at the hospital?"
Hadn't she instructed Yan's mother to take him home?
"Little Wang, hurry to the hospital," Zhao Yan got into the car and quickly instructed.
Wang Xianzhi acknowledged with a "good" and immediately drove towards the hospital at high speed.
In just over half an hour, Zhao Yan arrived at the hospital entrance and got out of the car.
"Master Zhao, please save my son," Yan Zhang's wife grabbed her wrist, pointing to the rooftop with her other hand.
Zhao Yan followed the direction of her finger and saw Yan Jing standing on tiptoe, dancing on the rooftop, singing opera.
Zhao Yan said sternly, "This is a ghost opera."