"Ah, ghosts are performing opera, what should we do?"
"My son is on the rooftop, not standing on the second-floor window. If he jumps down, will my son survive?"
"My son!"
Yan Zhang's wife sat on the ground, crying and hitting the floor with her hands.
Zhao Yan looked up at the building. This hospital had about eight floors. Standing on the rooftop railing was undoubtedly like dancing on a knife's edge. A slight misstep and he would surely die.
Quite a crowd had gathered below, watching with bated breath.
"Oh my god, this young man!"
"It's over, it's over, he's going to fall. Ah! I can't watch."
Yan Jing walked step by step on the railing.
Police cars, ambulances, and firefighters were present.
A firefighter hurried over, and a voice crackled from his walkie-talkie.
Hearing this, the firefighter immediately walked towards Yan Zhang's wife.
"Your son's situation is very precarious. Standing on the edge of the railing makes our rescue operation very difficult, and he's not listening to our advice. This rescue operation is very risky, so please be mentally prepared."
An airbag had been laid out on the ground, but Yan Jing's constant movement meant he could easily step out of its range.
Anyone watching would think Yan Jing was attempting suicide. Many news reporters had arrived, cameras aimed at Yan Jing.
"Master Zhao, Master Zhao! Please!" Yan Zhang's wife immediately kowtowed to Zhao Yan.
"Get up, I'll go take a look," Zhao Yan said, taking Wang Xianzhi upstairs quickly.
This ghost not only possessed him but also took Yan Jing to the eighth-floor railing to dance and sing.
Frankly, this greatly limited Zhao Yan's options.
If she were to fight the ghost, any slight misstep could send both the person and the ghost tumbling down, resulting in their demise.
"I can't use force, only my brain," Zhao Yan thought.
Arriving at the eighth-floor rooftop, several firefighters, secured by ropes, slowly attempted to approach.
But with every step Yan Jing took, their hearts leaped into their throats, as if about to jump out.
"Child, come down quickly. There's nothing in this world that can't be overcome."
"Think about your family, think about your friends. If you leave like this, how heartbroken they will be. Come down."
A police officer was continuously trying to persuade him.
Yan Jing still paid no attention, pointing his fingers in a delicate gesture, his toes gripping the railing as he began to sing: "I urge the king not to be disheartened, but to relax his mind."
Zhao Yan stood stunned for a moment, then took out her phone and opened a song recognition app.
Typing in these words, she immediately understood what was happening.
He was singing "Farewell My Concubine."
Clearing her throat, Zhao Yan looked around, found a broken piece of scrap metal, and held it like a large saber. Pushing out her chest, she shouted "Ya ya ya!" and slashed at the air, singing: "Alas, he faces ten thousand enemies and cannot win!"
It was less singing and more a dramatic recitation.
Zhao Yan's actions left the nearby police and firefighters stunned. The reporters were also dumbfounded.
What was going on?
"Miss, we are conducting a rescue. Please do not interfere," a police officer said.
"He's turning around, he's turning around!"
A firefighter shouted excitedly.
Yan Jing, who had been facing away from them, was now turning around.
His gaze met Zhao Yan's, and Zhao Yan looked back at him with affection.
"Please, don't make a sound, I beg you. Let Master Zhao work in peace," Yan Zhang's wife pleaded with the firefighters and police.
She now saw Zhao Yan as her only hope.
Yan Jing turned, his fingers still in a delicate pose, cast a flirtatious glance at Zhao Yan, took small steps to the left, and sang: "Endure the siege and await reinforcements!"
Zhao Yan sang in response: "Alas, I have no choice but to drink the fine wine to dispel my sorrow!"
Yan Jing's eyes lit up. With a snap, he leaped from the railing, took small, quick steps, and approached Zhao Yan, singing: "Ah! My King!!"
Zhao Yan moved closer: "Ah! My Concubine!"
"My King!"
Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Yan delivered a swift slap.
"You big-headed ghost!"
"Bang!"
Yan Jing's eyes rolled back, and he fell straight to the ground.
"Holy cow, he's saved, he's saved!" Two firefighters immediately rushed forward and pulled Yan Jing to safety.
"Ah, son! Thank heavens!" Yan Zhang's wife quickly ran over and hugged her son tightly.
Zhao Yan rubbed her wrist, pleased with the precise timing of her slap.
This female ghost must have been an actress in her life.
As the rescue was completed, the crowd below erupted in cheers, followed by thunderous applause.
"Miss, your method of saving people is quite unique," a nearby police officer said, giving a thumbs-up.
The reporters nearby snapped photos of her with their cameras.
Zhao Yan said a few words to Wang Xianzhi and left first.
"Miss, can we have an interview?"
"I'm sorry, my master needs to rest. Apologies!" Wang Xianzhi followed behind, holding up his hand to block the reporters.
Reaching the ground floor, Wang Xianzhi quickly caught up.
Zhao Yan turned back and instructed, "Call Yan Zhang's wife and tell her to quickly take her son and husband to the villa."
"Then, you follow me to look for the remains of the eight people in that open space."
"Yes, Master." Wang Xianzhi picked up his phone and was about to make the call when he saw Yan Zhang's wife coming downstairs. He quickly relayed Zhao Yan's instructions.
Yan Zhang's wife immediately said, "Okay."
Zhao Yan added with concern, "Hurry. Don't let your husband and son stay at the hospital any longer. There are too many people there, and the potential for trouble is too great."
"Okay!" Yan Zhang's wife replied.
Wang Xianzhi said with some dissatisfaction, "My master told you to take your husband and son to your home earlier. Why are you so slow? If you had taken them home sooner, what just happened wouldn't have happened."
Yan Zhang's wife said with a choked voice, "I wanted to take them sooner too. I had just finished the discharge procedures for my husband. Then I discovered my son was missing and searched for a long time, only to find he had gone to the rooftop. I couldn't help it."
Zhao Yan told her to send them home as soon as possible and said no more, leading Wang Xianzhi downstairs.
She sent another message to Boss Zhou, asking him to bring the car and the Black Tiger General inside it.
When Boss Zhou arrived at the hospital entrance with the car, Zhao Yan got in.
After driving for a while, the car stopped in an open area. Zhao Yan pulled the leash and got out with the Black Tiger General.
There was a large sign in front that read, "Construction Site, Keep Out."
Zhao Yan bypassed the sign and entered the construction site.
Many excavators were parked there. Zhao Yan found a relatively high spot and walked over, handing the leash to Wang Xianzhi.
She took out her compass and surveyed the entire construction site.
She reached into her pocket with her other hand, preparing to assess the feng shui of the area.
The Black Tiger General seemed to sense something, arching its back and letting out a bark. It then bolted forward like a wild horse.
Seeing this, Wang Xianzhi exclaimed in alarm, "Master, it's not good! The Black Tiger General has run off!"