Thinking of the incident involving his four subordinates, Fan Dong suddenly felt a chill run down his spine!
No sign of life, no sight of the body!
This bizarre situation occurred within less than an hour after Fan Dong had left.
Could there actually be ghosts causing trouble in broad daylight?
As this thought crossed his mind, Fan Dong looked up and spoke hesitantly to Hong Zhi ahead of him.
"Your Excellency, Prefect, do you think... could it be those ghostly things causing mischief?"
As the nephew of Chief Constable Fan Wei, Fan Dong had some understanding of those ghostly things.
Upon hearing this, Fan Wei's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he sternly rebuked Fan Dong, who was kneeling on the ground.
"Nonsense!"
"It's broad daylight; how could those ghostly things possibly appear?"
"You scoundrel, all you do is indulge in pleasure, have you forgotten all that I taught you?"
Hong Zhi sat above, quietly observing Fan Dong and Fan Wei.
