I asked in a deep voice, "What happened after that?"

The man said, "I delivered the body and ran. Who knows what Old Sun did?"

"I just know that the next day, Old Sun was found collapsed on the ground, and Fan Fang's body was gone. Old Sun couldn't explain how the body disappeared either. In the end, the funeral home came forward to negotiate compensation with the family, and that was the end of it."

My gaze narrowed slightly. "How much did the funeral home compensate?"

"Maybe two or three hundred thousand?" the man said. "I don't know the exact amount, but it definitely didn't exceed three hundred thousand. Otherwise, the funeral home wouldn't have bothered with it."

"Three hundred thousand?" I frowned involuntarily.

Three hundred thousand was not a small sum for ordinary people. But for developers who could mobilize hundreds of millions of funds at any time, it was really just pocket change.

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

Lin Zhao continued, "I heard that after Fan Fang's body was lost, he kept coming to harass Old Sun. Is that true?"

The man said, "There might be a little truth to that."

"After Fan Fang's body was lost, people in the funeral home saw someone standing outside Old Sun's window looking in several times. This kind of thing had never happened before. I don't know if that person was actually Fan Fang?"

"Okay!" I nodded lightly. "Then I'll ask you, did Old Sun mention going anywhere to invite an expert?"

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

At this moment, another person said, "I reckon Old Sun went back to his hometown."

"Old Sun has stayed in the funeral home his whole life and never even got married. He doesn't usually have any friends. Who would he know? Just a few relatives!"

"I heard my dad say that Old Sun has a relative who is quite capable, but doesn't show his face much. Old Sun usually supports him. If Old Sun encounters something difficult, he goes to that relative."

I said in a deep voice, "Where is Old Sun's hometown?"

"In Matigou," the man said. "I only heard him say it was in Matigou, but I don't know the specific place."

I glanced at Lin Zhao, who said in a low voice, "Matigou isn't far from here, but it's not a small place either. If we just go looking like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to find anyone for a while!"

I had already looked through the things in the duty room. There was nothing belonging to Old Sun there. It seemed that he had made preparations before leaving.

I looked at the hearse driver, "Do you have anything belonging to Old Sun?"

"No!" The hearse driver said, "Old Sun doesn't usually talk to us much. How would I have anything of his!"

"Alright!" I waved my hand. "Let's go."

As I lifted my leg to walk out, the hearse driver cupped his fist and bowed to me, "Thank you, Master Li, for showing mercy."

I sneered, "Thanking me is useless. You have to see if the one lying on the mortuary bed raises his hand or not?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Little Zhao on the mortuary bed sat straight up, and the bloody cloth stuck to his face slowly slid to the ground. His pupils, which had shrunk to the size of pinpoints, stared grimly at the hearse driver.

The latter screamed, "Master Li, you can't go back on your word!"

Without turning my head, I said, "I keep my word. I said I wouldn't interfere with things here, and I won't interfere. The grievances between you have nothing to do with me. You guys can sort it out!"

Saying that this matter had nothing to do with me was also a lie.

Lin Zhao used water to wash Little Zhao's face, but I took advantage of the moment when Lin Zhao was exploding the well to write a witch incantation on the corpse.

That witch incantation could make Little Zhao's ghost even more ferocious.

After I walked back to the room through the secret door in the duty room, the secret door automatically closed, and the cabinet in the duty room returned to its original position. However, the screams and the sounds of banging on the secret door for help kept coming from behind me.

I pulled over a chair and sat down. "Lin Zhao, what else can you find out about Fan Fang's matter?"

Lin Zhao shook his head. "Our resources are limited, and we can't find out much. If you really want to investigate, I'll have to use the intelligence branch of the Coffin Sect. Wouldn't that be a violation of the rules?"

I pondered, "Don't do anything yet. I don't want to lose so quickly."

"The most direct clue is on Fan Fang himself. It's too difficult to not have access to his information."

As I spoke, I lit a cigarette. I had just smoked half of it when a wave of Yin energy rose in the room.

When I turned my head to look, Little Zhao's ghost was already standing in the duty room, covered in blood, staring at me coldly without saying a word.

I exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said, "You don't need to look at me like that. Debts have owners. You know who your enemy is. Are you staring at me because you resent me for not saving you?"

"You've already been dead for several days. How could I save you?"

"If you want revenge, I can take you to find that Sun guy. If you want to fight me, I can tell you that you don't have the qualifications."

I casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground. "Think it through before you speak. If you can't think it through, then fight. The choice is yours!"