I asked in a deep voice: "What happened next?"

The man said: "I took the body to the place and ran away. Who knows what Lao Suntou did?"

"I knew that the next day, Lao Suntou was found lying on the ground, and Fan Fang's body was gone. Lao Suntou couldn't understand why the body was missing. In the end, the funeral home came forward to negotiate compensation with the family.

It's over now."

My eyes sank slightly and I asked, "How much did the funeral home pay?"

"It's only two or three hundred thousand, right?" The man said, "I don't know the exact amount, but it must not exceed three hundred thousand. Otherwise, the funeral home won't be able to take care of this matter."

"Three hundred thousand?" I couldn't help but frown.

Three hundred thousand is not a small amount for ordinary people. However, for developers who can easily mobilize hundreds of millions of funds, it is really a small amount of money.

Can Fan Fang's family be interested in such a small amount of money?

Lin Zhao then asked: "I heard that after Fan Fang's body was lost, he always came over to make trouble for Old Sun. Is this true?"

The man said: "This matter can be considered a bit of a shadow."

"After Fan Fang's body was lost, people in the funeral home saw someone standing outside Lao Suntou's window and looking in several times. This kind of thing has never happened before. I don't know if that person is

Fan Fang?"

"Yeah!" I nodded lightly and said, "Okay, let me ask you again, did Lao Suntou say where he went to invite experts?"

The man said: "I don't know either! I asked him several times, but he didn't say anything."

At this time, another person said: "I guess Lao Suntou has gone back to his hometown."

"Old Sun has spent his whole life in a funeral parlor and has never even gotten married. He doesn't have many friends, so who can he know? Just those relatives at home!"

"I heard from my father that there is a relative in Lao Suntou's family who is quite capable, but he doesn't show up much. He usually relies on Lao Suntou for support. If Lao Suntou encounters any difficult problems, he always goes to him to help him.

That relative of his."

I said in a deep voice: "Where is Lao Suntou's hometown?"

"It's in Matigou." The man said, "I heard him say it was in Matigou. I really don't know where it is exactly?"

I glanced at Lin Zhao, who whispered: "Matigou is not far from here, but the place is not small. Let's just look for it, I'm afraid we won't find anyone for a while!"

I have already looked at the things in the duty room, and there is nothing belonging to Lao Suntou there. It seems that he made special preparations before leaving.

I looked at the hearse driver: "Do you have anything from Lao Suntou?"

"No!" said the hearse driver: "Old Suntou doesn't talk to us very much. How can I have his things?"

"Okay!" I waved my hand and said, "Let's go."

When I lifted my legs and walked out, the driver of the hearse also cupped his fists and saluted me: "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your noble hand."

I sneered and said, "There's no point in thanking me. You have to see if the person lying on the morgue raises his hand?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Xiao Zhao sat up straight on the morgue, and the bloody cloth on his face slowly slid to the ground. The other person's pupils had shrunk to the size of needle tips, and they were grim.

Keep an eye on the hearse driver.

The latter screamed: "Master Li, you have to be trustworthy!"

I said without looking back: "I'm very trustworthy, and I won't reach out if I don't care about things here. The grudges between you have nothing to do with me, so you should resolve them properly!"

It is also false to say that this matter has nothing to do with me.

Lin Zhao washed Xiao Zhao's face with water, but while Lin Zhao was blowing up the well, I wrote a witchcraft inscription on the corpse with my backhand.

That witchcraft can make Xiao Zhao's ghost become more vicious.

After I walked back to the room through the secret door of the duty room, the secret door closed automatically and the cabinets in the duty room returned to their original positions. However, the screams of several people and the sounds of people banging on the secret door and calling for help kept coming from behind me.

I pulled up a chair and sat down: "Lin Zhao, what else can you find out about Fan Fang?"

Lin Zhao shook his head and said: "Our power at hand is limited and we can't find anything. If you insist on checking, I will have to use the intelligence portal of the Coffin Sect. In that case, wouldn't we be violating the rules?"

I muttered: "Don't move yet, I don't want to lose so soon."

"The most direct clue lies in Fan Fang. It's so uncomfortable not being able to get his information."

While I was talking, I lit up a cigarette. As soon as I smoked halfway through the cigarette, a gloomy air filled the room.

When I turned around to look, Xiao Zhao's ghost was already standing in the duty room covered in blood, looking at me with cold eyes without saying a word.

I blew out the smoke and said, "You don't have to look at me like that. Every wrong has its own cause and every debt has its owner. You know very well who your enemy is. Are you staring at me like this because you blame me for not saving you?"

"You have been dead for several days, how can I save you?"

"If you want to take revenge, I can take you to find someone named Sun. If you want to fight with me, I can tell you that you are not qualified."
Chapter completed!