Online Fortune Telling: Your Son Has Another Dad-Chapter 254 - 252: Yan Ya’s Account

"Yin Coffin?"

Upon hearing these two words, everyone present frowned in unison.

"Yes, exactly the Yin Coffin!"

Yan Ya’s expression was particularly solemn.

She slowly continued, "After the Yin Coffin was unearthed, Yang Buping suggested that it should be destroyed immediately to prevent any unforeseen incidents."

"Everyone also felt that this coffin was extremely odd, so they brought over several barrels of gasoline, poured them over the coffin, and set it on fire."

"But what no one expected was, although the flames roared fiercely, the Yin Coffin remained completely unharmed..."

"What do you mean?"

"Are you saying the coffin couldn’t be burned? How is that possible?"

Old Mei asked curiously.

What kind of coffin is this that it can’t be destroyed by fire?

Could it be... it’s a stone coffin?

"We were all there at the time and saw it with our own eyes!"

At this point, Yang Qingshu spoke up, "No matter how much gasoline was poured onto the coffin, it still couldn’t be set alight."

"This bizarre situation made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts."

"Then we heard a clap of thunder shake the sky and a torrential rain poured down..."

"Second Brother, there was no thunder, it just started raining!"

Qingming softly corrected.

"I must have remembered it wrong then!"

Seeing everyone’s eyes on him, Yang Qingshu scratched his head, smiling awkwardly, "Anyway, it just suddenly started raining heavily."

"I don’t know who shouted that burning the coffin angered the ghost inside."

"So, everyone got scared and ran away..."

After hearing his account, Old Mei couldn’t help but wrinkle his brows slightly.

He turned to Yan Ya, wanting to confirm if Yang Qingshu’s story was true.

Yan Ya nodded slightly, then continued, "He described it pretty much as it was."

"Because of the sudden rain, everyone at the scene scattered completely."

"Sensing something strange about the night’s events, I stayed behind with four security guards at the graveyard."

"Shortly after the rain stopped, someone quickly returned to the graveyard."

"And that person was my elder brother, along with the kidnappers he was colluding with!"

"Big brother? Kidnappers?"

"Xiaoya, what on earth is happening here?"

This time, it was Old Mr. Yan’s turn to frown.

Old Mr. Yan was extraordinarily puzzled at this moment. How did this matter become tied to his eldest son?

"My brother was gambling outside and owed tens of millions in gambling debts."

"He somehow caught wind of the fact that our great-grandfather was buried in a coffin made of golden nanmu."

"He planned to take advantage of the tomb relocation period to remove and sell this golden nanmu coffin to pay off his gambling debts outside."

Yan Ya didn’t hide anything, revealing everything she knew.

By this point, the series of events that happened tonight started to become clear.

"How could he dare to gamble?"

"This wastrel is bent on driving me to my grave, isn’t he?"

After hearing this, Old Mr. Yan was so furious that his face turned crimson, and he cursed through clenched teeth.

Old Mei, on the other hand, relaxed his previously furrowed brows and asked, "So what you’re saying is the person who kidnapped Assistant Zou’s wife and daughter, and threatened him to obtain some family heirloom, was also your brother?"

"That seems to be the case."

Yan Ya nodded, then added, "Alongside him were six other people."

"These six people should be veterans, with extensive experience in crime."

"There was even someone among the four security guards I brought who belonged to them."

"That person suddenly attacked and took me hostage, which left the other three security guards defenseless."

"Later, two members of this gang of kidnappers also kidnapped my daughter and a friend of mine halfway through."

Yang Qingshu nodded repeatedly, "We called the police earlier because my girlfriend and sister were kidnapped."

"It was probably the same people Ms. Yan mentioned who did it."

"Great!"

Old Mei nodded with a smile.

It seems the case isn’t too complicated; tonight’s series of events were orchestrated by Boss Yan and six kidnappers.

Yan Ya continued, "After my daughter was kidnapped, my brother was a bit irritated; he said it wasn’t part of the original plan."

"But the other party openly turned against him, tying up my brother and us all together."

"They said they planned to use the three of us to extort more money from my father."

"Pfft..."

Yang Qingshu couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

What’s this called?

It’s like seeking skin from a tiger!

To think Boss Yan with that kind of brain still dared to stir things up with others?

In the end, he ended up getting himself involved; who else could manage such an act?

Old Mei didn’t laugh out loud like Yang Qingshu, but a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes as well.

All of Old Mr. Yan’s six children were envious of Yan Ya’s power over the Group, believing that the Old Mr. Yan was biased in choosing to hand a vast empire over to Yan Ya.

But in the eyes of outsiders, this was the most correct decision Old Mr. Yan ever made.

Why, you ask?

Isn’t this the best example?

Originally, it was supposed to be the mastermind’s setup, but in the end, it turned into the victim...

What more can be said?

It can only be said that Boss Yan lived all these years without understanding the basic evilness of human nature.

To put it nicely, it’s called being naïve.

Not nicely? It’s just plain stupid!

"This idiot!"

Old Mr. Yan couldn’t help but curse.

He was quite puzzled how he could have such a foolish son?

Without any trump card, he dared to collaborate with a gang of desperate criminals?

What kind of brain could commit such a stupid act?

"Ahem!"

Yan Ya cleared her throat, signaling everyone to tone down their amusement.

She then continued, "The kidnappers specifically arrived in a truck, using an excavator to load great-grandfather’s coffin into the truck."

"Next, they planned to use the same method to load the Yin Coffin onto the truck and take it away."

"But just at that moment, someone suddenly said the lid of the Yin Coffin moved."

"Immediately after, we all heard a ’bang, bang, bang,’ similar to the sound of knocking."

"This eerie sound startled all six kidnappers, but the ringleader refused to believe in superstitions and insisted on seeing what was inside the coffin."

"When the Yin Coffin was hoisted up, I noticed a red mist suddenly rising from beneath the coffin..."

"Red mist?"

Upon hearing this, Old Mei’s previously relaxed expression instantly tensed up.

"Yes, it’s the red mist!"

"Red mist like fresh blood!"

Yan Ya said with a grave expression, "The exposed skin of one of the kidnappers became inexplicably covered in bleeding wounds shortly after coming into contact with the red mist."

"At the same time, the tightly closed coffin lid suddenly split open, and a dry, withered arm stretched out from inside the coffin..."