"Of course, this fate depends on you. If you want to be close to Taoism, your affinity will also increase."
This statement almost confused Zhao Yan. After a moment's thought, she realized that Wang Xianzhi's "yuan" was different from her "yuan."
The starting price was ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety yuan.
The final price was nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine yuan.
"Master, ninety-nine returns to one. This number is auspicious."
"We are going to build a brand. Moreover, that old woman is very wicked. Let's rip her off. Then we can use the money earned to donate to the suffering masses. We can consider it as taking from the rich to help the poor and increase our virtue."
Zhao Yan listened carefully and found it reasonable.
She remained silent, letting Wang Xianzhi negotiate the price.
Yan Zhang's wife's expression was full of hesitation, and she did not agree immediately.
Wang Xianzhi sighed, "It seems this friend has no fate with our Taoism. Master, let's go."
With that, Wang Xianzhi shook his head and clicked his tongue, "What a pity. Possessed by a fierce ghost, there isn't much time left."
Seeing this, Boss Zhou angrily said, "At this time, you are still thinking about money? Are your husband's and son's lives worth less than this money?"
Boss Zhou was so angry he wanted to slap Yan Zhang's wife twice.
Zhao Yan's hand was on the doorknob of the ward. Before she could open it, Yan Zhang's wife immediately grabbed her wrist, "Master, I didn't say I wouldn't give it."
"I want to be close to Taoism. I want to have ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine yuan of affinity with Taoism."
Zhao Yan was stunned, thinking she would only give ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.
"It seems Taoism still has an affinity with you," Wang Xianzhi nodded and then gave out his bank account number.
Yan Zhang's wife took out her phone and reluctantly transferred the money.
After receiving the money, Wang Xianzhi said, "Master, the affinity has arrived."
Zhao Yan coughed and said, "Alright, I only see your husband here. Where is your son?"
Yan Zhang's wife pointed to the next room, "My son is in another ward."
"Let's go take a look," Zhao Yan said.
Yan Zhang's wife opened the ward door, and Zhao Yan walked into the room.
As soon as she entered this ward, Zhao Yan felt something was very wrong.
The ward was filled with a deep, chilling aura. Yan Jing lay on the hospital bed, his lips purple.
Zhao Yan reached out and pinched Yan Jing's mouth, noticing his teeth were black.
She flipped through his forehead hair and examined it carefully. Zhao Yan lowered her hand and said sternly, "Those eleven ghosts have transferred from your husband's back to your son's body."
"The person who rushed into your room was none other than your son, wasn't it?" Zhao Yan said.
Yan Zhang's wife cried, "Yes, it was my son."
Then, recalling the events of the previous night, she trembled with fear, "My son turned his back to me and laughed, then his head turned completely around."
"I saw many dark figures standing in front of him. These figures were all floating, with no feet at all!"
"I was so scared that I was backing away. Before I could take a step, I was hit with a cleaver. Fortunately, I raised my hand to block it."
Speaking of this, Yan Zhang's wife asked, "By the way, Master Zhao, I personally saw my son's head turn ninety degrees. Why did the doctor say my son was fine during the examination?"
Zhao Yan said, "It was your hallucination, but your son is deeply possessed."
"Master Zhao, you must save my son." Yan Zhang's wife immediately cried upon hearing this.
Zhao Yan just hummed and pointed to the curtains.
Wang Xianzhi understood her meaning and quickly went to the window and pulled the curtains shut.
The room darkened, and Zhao Yan took out a talisman, crumpled it into a ball, and then put it into her mouth.
She began to speak towards Yan Jing, but to outsiders, Zhao Yan's words were muffled and unclear.
Yan Jing, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
He sat up from the bed, his body stiffly twisting.
"Jingzi!" Yan Zhang's wife was overjoyed to see Yan Jing wake up and was about to hug him.
After taking two steps, she saw Yan Jing's extremely gloomy expression, which scared Yan Zhang's wife into stepping back. She shook her head, "Master Zhao, he is not my child."
"My master is performing a ritual! What are you babbling about? Get back!" Wang Xianzhi said unhappily.
Yan Zhang's wife obediently retreated.
Zhao Yan's mouth moved continuously, making gurgling sounds.
Yan Jing's body began to tremble, and he slowly responded to Zhao Yan's words. His voice was sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes filled with hatred, and sometimes extremely pained.
His voice would change from deep to high-pitched, as if Zhao Yan were speaking to several people at once.
Zhao Yan pointed at Yan Zhang's wife, then at herself, patted her chest, and made gurgling sounds.
When she removed the talisman from her mouth, half of it had turned black.
"What's wrong, Master Zhao?" Yan Zhang's wife whispered, not daring to look at her son.
Zhao Yan said, "Those two workers and their mother are willing to talk to you. They have only one request: to compensate them with double the compensation."
"As long as the money is paid, they will leave your son's body."
"Ah! Double the amount?" Yan Zhang's wife's face showed difficulty. She pulled Zhao Yan to a corner, glanced at her son, and seeing his gloomy gaze fixed on her, she was scared into lowering her voice, "Master Zhao, can you talk to them properly and ask for less?"
Zhao Yan said indifferently, "If you hadn't been greedy for this money in the first place, they wouldn't have bothered your family."
Yan Zhang's wife retorted, "But they also made my whole family like this. My husband and son are lying in the hospital, my husband is in the intensive care unit, and I've been stabbed twice. How do you account for that?"
Zhao Yan rubbed her forehead, "They are honest and upright ghosts. Your family's affairs are unrelated to these three departed souls. They only want compensation and want their children to have support in the future, nothing more!"
"Then who is it related to?" Yan Zhang's wife asked.
Zhao Yan replied, "Don't forget, the ones bothering your family are eleven departed souls. Three are honest and upright departed souls, but the others are not."
She used the talisman to communicate with the ghosts on Yan Jing, and only three ghosts were willing to communicate with her. The other eight ghosts completely ignored her.
In fact, those eight ghosts were the most formidable.
"If they didn't harm my husband and son, then why should I give them double compensation?"
Zhao Yan: "..."
"So, honest people deserve to be bullied by you?"
"If I don't threaten you, you won't be willing to take the money, right? Shouldn't they stab you seven or eight times before you're willing to pay?"
At this point, she lost her patience, "Hurry up and pay! If you don't pay, I won't deal with this anymore, and I'll return all the money to you."
"Not only will I return it to you, but I'll also give you two punches."