"Grandpa, there's no demonic aura on them, and definitely no ghosts. It must be their own minds playing tricks, unrelated to any specters." Qi Zhuochen's clear eyes glanced at the two before he crisply spoke. His words were incongruous with his tender years.
"You both heard him. What you saw wasn't a ghost. It must be someone's deliberate doing." Old Man Qi nodded, showing his agreement with his grandson's words.
"Impossible, it can't be human intervention. I saw Wanyou fly out of the window with my own eyes, vanishing within the room."
"I saw it too. It really was Sister! Old Qi, for that person's sake, please help us. If you see it with your own eyes tonight, you'll understand what's going on. Please, Old Sir, help us; we'll be eternally grateful."
"Old Qi, please, help us. Name your price. Whatever the condition, I'll agree."
