Hu Xiaotian said, "Have you forgotten what I told you yesterday?"
Wan Boping shook his head. Of course he had not forgotten. Hu Xiaotian had said that a wronged spirit was roaming around Le Yao's residence, and he had been pondering whether it was most likely his deceased youngest son. Wan Boping had spent half his life in business and could be called shrewd and seasoned, but against Hu Xiaotian, he could only swallow defeat. He asked quietly, "Mr. Hu, what should I do?"
Hu Xiaotian deliberately sighed. "Master Wan, to tell you the truth, it isn't that I don't want to help you. There simply isn't a solution right now. From what I observed, that wronged spirit harbors a profound grudge. I don't know what the Wan Family did to offend him. On this trip, I need to find some ritual implements and investigate his origins before I can determine how to resolve this once and for all. Until then, remember this: not a blade of grass or a single tree in that residence is to be touched. Recklessly disturbing the spirit could bring a catastrophe beyond anything you can imagine." The fellow was simply spinning alarmist tales. The more serious he made it sound, the better, so that this old lecher would never dare harass Le Yao again.
Wan Boping sucked in a breath of cold air, then suddenly remembered something else. "But my daughter-in-law still lives there. Shouldn't I have her move out..."
Hu Xiaotian said, "Absolutely not. You must remember: if you make her leave, the wronged spirit may roam throughout the entire residence, or even turn into a vicious ghost and embark on a killing spree."
Hu Xiaotian had truly frightened Wan Boping. In a trembling voice, he asked, "Then what should I do?" Neither