Seeing that Wen Yan had said so, Lord Zhu didn't really care about arranging one more Ghost.
He'd already arranged plenty of Ghosts over the years, so one more didn't matter—as long as they didn't stir up trouble, anything was negotiable.
As for paying a salary, that didn't need Wen Yan to worry; Lord Zhu would handle the recruitment himself.
After chatting for a bit and hanging up, Wen Yan sat alone in the basement.
He lit three sticks of incense for Uncle, Aunt, Grandma, and the nameless tablet, then made himself a cushion and sat down in the center.
"Got caught up in a big incident and even became a key figure—honestly, I'm not feeling secure at all.
So this time, when I heard that some Ghosts who actually survived over there had come to this world,
I thought I'd better deal with them quickly.
But then I thought about it again—I'd already told the Scorching Sun Department, so technically this should be their job.
Why am I rushing to handle it myself?
