Xie De slapped Wei Yanchi's hand away.
Wei Jianye was clearly very excited now, but he wasn't like Anbers, whose sole concern was academic research. He couldn't set everything aside to focus on talking to Wang Chen.
Besides, there were people all around them, and the old fox still preferred to keep up appearances.
So Wei Jianye reined himself in a little, though he couldn't resist exchanging a few more words.
Wei Yanchi whispered in Xie De's ear, "Your plan is to put all the ghosts inside the Ancestral Hall and burn them, sir, but I think that's too conservative. This Wei Family estate is nothing but a mass grave. I think we should burn the whole place down, level it, and destroy everything."
Amused, Xie De replied, "Didn't you hand it over to the government? Could you really bear to destroy it all?"
"Yes. I just need your help, sir."
They were standing in the loft, screened by greenery, so the Witch and his companions, who had gone farther away, couldn't see what was happening here. Wei Jianye stood ahead of them with his back turned.
Wei Yanchi misbehaved again, taking Xie De's hand and trying to lace their fingers together. His palm was warm, but his movements were surprisingly forceful.
Xie De had been watching Wei Jianye. He slapped Wei Yanchi's hand twice, but couldn't dislodge it, so he turned to look at him. Wei Yanchi had his head lowered, hiding his expression.
Xie De pulled his hand back. His voice was quiet, but his tone was stern, trying to make the fellow mind his boundaries. "Wei Yanchi, your Granduncle is right in front of us."
"I know. I also know that old bastard might actually be my great-grandfather."
Wei Yanchi moved closer again, too close this time.