After finishing speaking, Fei Rou urged them once more, reminding them that it was getting late and that they should set off quickly, before she left on her own.
Of course, before she left, she had also left them an envelope full of money, stuffed to the brim. Upon opening it, there were only brand-new blue hundred-dollar bills.
With the only outsider gone, only their own people remained. Yu Dagui cautiously walked up, gently opened the door to peek out, and after confirming that Fei Rou's figure had disappeared, he closed the door and returned to sit on the sofa.
"My friends, one thing is certain," Lian Jinsun sighed, "this is definitely not a case of a victim's relatives seeking revenge. It has to be the work of a Fierce Ghost, otherwise we wouldn't be meeting here today."
This was an obvious fact, and naturally, there were no objections. The most important thing now was to determine the identity of the Fierce Ghost.