The five brothers let go of Old Zhao, couldn’t even bother with the white-cut chicken anymore, and rushed out in high spirits, heading straight for Wen Yan’s building.
They got to the outside of the yard, just about to knock on the door, when they remembered the Door Guardian Charm and Evil-Repelling Talismans posted behind it.
The eldest hesitated for a moment, but was immediately smacked on the back of the head by Lao Er.
"Are you stupid? We’re not here to make trouble, so why do we have to use the front door?"
"Exactly, we’re here to help!"
"Yeah, let’s just climb over the wall!"
Fifth Brother heard that and immediately smacked Fourth Brother on the head.
"Are you dumb? We’re ghosts, we can just walk through normal walls!"
The five brothers went around to the side, all in sync, took one step forward, and walked straight through the fence into Wen Yan’s yard.
The five of them crowded together, poking their heads outside the back door of the room.
"Wen Yan, Wen Yan, Old Zhao’s almost done for!"
"No, no, that’s not it, Old Zhao helped you find someone!"
"Not right either, we helped you find someone!"
"You’re even more wrong, it was indeed Old Zhao who found the person."
"So what does that make us?"
Wen Yan was eating at the time, glanced at the back door, and saw five weird-looking heads stacked together, poking in at the door.
He put down his chopsticks and quickly walked out the back door.
"Come on, I’ll go check it out."
He headed straight for Old Zhao’s place, with the five brothers lined up behind him.
As soon as he got inside, Wen Yan immediately felt the place was thick with yin energy, gloomy and cold, the erosion from nature so strong that there were already faint flickers of mummified phantom corpses, about ten or twenty percent visible.
Old Zhao lay on the ground, completely disassembled, eyes tightly shut, lifeless, looking absolutely pitiful.
Wen Yan was startled.
"What happened to him?"
Then he remembered—last time, Old Zhao got his head knocked off and was totally fine.
Plus, Old Zhao didn’t even have a body; even split into pieces, he hadn’t dissipated, which meant he wasn’t dead yet.
Wen Yan quickly reached out a finger and touched Old Zhao’s forehead, blessing him with a bit of yang energy.
Old Zhao’s mouth fell open as his confused eyes slowly opened.
The five brothers immediately rushed over to help reassemble Old Zhao’s body.
Seeing the five brothers jabbering all at once, making a total mess of it, Wen Yan glanced at the untouched white-cut chicken and quickly said,
"You guys go eat the chicken first, let Old Zhao talk for himself."
The five brothers instantly zipped their mouths, circled around the table, and hungrily inhaled the scent of the chicken.
Old Zhao came to, but still looked pretty sluggish, his soul form less solid than before.
He briefly explained, and Wen Yan finally figured out what had happened.
He’d been practicing boxing in the backyard all day, even after night fell, his mind focused entirely on finding the source of the last whisper—finding that person.
His thoughts had gotten so intense that, once it got dark, the five brothers picked up on it.
But the five of them kept forgetting—they’d only remembered today there was supposed to be chicken to eat.
Once they really got the chicken though, hearing Wen Yan talk made them embarrassed, then worried. If Wen Yan was in such big trouble that he couldn’t even eat chicken, what if he died? Where would they ever find someone else who’d treat them to white-cut chicken?
Thinking like that, the five of them got so upset they couldn’t even eat, and insisted Old Zhao join in to look for clues.
The five brothers would sense, and Old Zhao would try to divine the location—and sure enough, they actually found a spot.
But the price was, Old Zhao, such a weak little ghost, couldn’t handle tracking down the person Wen Yan needed, and promptly passed right out.
If Wen Yan hadn’t been able to use Scorching Sun and bless him with yang energy, Old Zhao probably wouldn’t have woken up for a long while.
Wen Yan was deeply moved by all this.
The last time he treated the five brothers to some leftovers, they warned him someone was watching him.
He knew that these scatterbrained five brothers had some weird abilities, but they were so weak even a regular evil-repelling talisman could keep them out. He’d never really counted on them for anything.
He just saw them as a few weird neighbors living in the back, as long as they behaved and didn’t make trouble, he was satisfied.
One white-cut chicken meal a week—is that even a big deal?
Who would have thought, at the critical moment, these five brothers, along with so-called feng shui expert Old Zhao, would come through in such a huge way?
"How are you feeling?" Wen Yan glanced at Old Zhao’s body, still a little worried.
"I’m fine, really. Luckily I got to bask in your rising sun earlier, otherwise I’d be toast. Now I feel mighty as a dragon, just need a couple days’ rest and I’ll be even better than before."
Old Zhao could feel an incredibly gentle yang energy in his body, with no conflict at all with his soul, and was quite surprised.
This felt a lot like the benefit they’d gotten last time, when Wen Yan broke through and they caught some of the good fortune, but in essence this wasn’t as high-level as basking in the rising sun, though there was much more of it.
Last time Wen Yan broke through, he had the air of the rising sun. That was on an entirely different level—just soaking in a little bit solidified their soul bodies a lot.
"Where exactly did you find this place? Can you describe it?"
"Even if I told you, you wouldn’t find it. Better let me show you personally."
"What about your body..."
"I’ll be fine, as long as we’re back before dawn."
Wen Yan didn’t hesitate, immediately took Old Zhao and Feng Yao along, and sped off by car.
Old Zhao sat in the back seat, constantly giving directions, while Feng Yao stepped on the gas so hard she nearly floored it, driving even wilder than Old Zhang.
After circling all around for nearly an hour, they finally arrived at the gates of Virtue City Public Cemetery.