Li Gui wreaks havoc, Yin soldiers kill.

This saying piqued everyone's interest; it was the first time they'd heard of it.

Seeing the increasingly interested looks on the faces of these young people, Wu Dali thought they were crazy. He kindly advised, "There's something wrong with this Train No. 5. It's not carrying people; it's carrying ghosts!"

"Every night, they come back to seek revenge on the Feng family."

"But it wasn't the Feng family who killed them. Why are they seeking revenge on the Feng family?" the fatty asked, sounding like he was cooperating with Jiang Cheng to trick Wu Dali into talking.

"Hey, do you think they're human?" Wu Dali said with a bitter face, looking at the fatty's big face. "They're ghosts! You can't reason with ghosts."

"Besides, if the Feng family hadn't found Train No. 5 to send those disaster victims away, they wouldn't have run into this. Wouldn't you say that makes sense?" Wu Dali continued.

"Alright, I won't waste my breath with you. Listen to what I say if you want, but I can't help it if you don't. We're just strangers who met by chance, and this is all I can do."

Then Wu Dali led them to a grand residence. Standing outside the gate, they could see a foreign-style three-story building inside.

Judging by the height and length of the surrounding wall, the residence covered a considerable area.

A plaque hung on the gate of the residence, with the words "Feng Residence" written in bold, vigorous strokes.

However, the gate of the residence was tightly closed in broad daylight, and white cloths and white paper flowers were hung on the stone lions on both sides and the pillars beside the gate.

Clearly, someone had died in the Feng residence.

Perhaps because they were already influenced by the story, they felt a gust of cold wind the moment they stood at the gate of the Feng family.

"What are you doing standing here?" When everyone turned around, Wu Dali had already turned into the alley next door. Seeing that no one was following, he came out of the alley again and said angrily, "The family has suffered such a great tragedy. Do you expect them to open the main gate for you?"

"Besides, don't you know who you are? Hurry up and follow me in through the side door." Wu Dali held back a sentence, too embarrassed to say it: even if their Bureau Chief Qiao came in person, the Feng family wouldn't open the main gate to welcome him.

There was no choice. The Feng family was rich, powerful, and had strong connections.

In Graystone Town, if the Feng family claimed to be the second richest, no one would dare to say they were the first.

But now...

Wu Dali glanced at the white cloth and paper money in front of the gate and shook his head. After this incident, the Feng family would be more than just ruined; they would probably be finished.

What was the use of having money if everyone was dead?

Jiang Cheng and the others followed Wu Dali's footsteps and turned into an inconspicuous alley next to them. At the end of the alley was a double wooden door.

Although it was called a side door, it was still better than the doors of ordinary people's homes. The wood was solid, giving it a sense of historical weight and making it look very sturdy.

There were two paintings pasted on it.

One was of Zhong Kui catching ghosts, and the other was unfamiliar to everyone, but it showed a high monk wearing a golden kasaya sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed, striking a wooden fish.

It was probably related to praying for blessings and exorcising ghosts.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Wu Dali took a deep breath, stepped forward, knocked on the door a few times, and said, "Crippled Liu, it's Wu Dali. Bureau Chief Qiao sent me to bring people here."

He shouted several times in a row, but there was no response from inside the door.

Just when Jiang Cheng and the others felt that something was wrong, a strange sound of footsteps came from inside the door.

How could it be described?

It was like someone walking on tiptoes, moving quickly, and trying not to make a sound.

Upon hearing the sound of footsteps, almost everyone took a step back at the same time, leaving Wu Dali alone in front of the door.

But Wu Dali seemed not to care. He was just anxious to get the job arranged by Bureau Chief Qiao done and leave quickly, so as not to get bad luck on himself. He didn't think about anything else.

"Creak—"

The door opened a crack.

The atmosphere outside the door instantly became tense. Huai Yi, Chen Qiang, Pi Ruan, and Fatty immediately leaned towards Jiang Cheng, leaving Lin Wan'er alone outside.

Fatty reached out and tugged at Lin Wan'er's sleeve.

Through the crack in the door, they saw an eye full of bloodshot veins, and the eye was very low. The person who came seemed to be only a little over one meter tall.

After the eye looked them over for a while, the door was slowly pulled open, and a very ugly person appeared in front of everyone.

It was a man, leaning on a crutch made of a rough tree branch. One of his legs was not simply broken, or his foot had a problem.

It was withered. His right leg was only one-third the size of his left leg. It seemed that for some reason, his right leg stopped developing after he was a few years old.

His right leg hung on his body, swaying back and forth, looking extremely strange.

This person, called Crippled Liu, was also missing an eye. Judging from the scar, it looked like he had been blinded by some animal. His nose was collapsed, his nostrils were turned out, and his thick lips were panting from time to time.

It seemed that walking from inside to behind the door had taken a great deal of his strength.

"Crippled Liu, what were you doing inside?" Wu Dali said with some dissatisfaction, "Making us wait so long."

"I was busy." After looking at everyone, Crippled Liu spoke, his voice hoarse like it was mixed with sand, "These are the people Bureau Chief Qiao sent?"

"Yes."

"How many people?" Crippled Liu asked with his one eye.

"Eleven."

"Good." Crippled Liu opened the wooden door tremblingly, then stepped aside, stood behind the door, and said, "Come in."