The next day.
When the first ray of sunlight rose in the early morning, a commotion shattered the tranquility of the small town at the foot of the mountain.
Soon.
Captain Yu and an official representative found Jiang Qiao.
"Something happened in Nanhucun Village."
Just moments ago.
The village chief of Nanhucun Village had reported to his superiors that something major had happened in the village last night.
There were five families.
More than thirty people in total.
All of them had disappeared.
No one was seen alive, and no bodies were found dead.
After daybreak that morning, the village chief and several respected villagers went door to door to check on everyone. When they reached those five families, they found the rooms in complete disarray, but the people were nowhere to be found.
They questioned the neighbors next door.
Everyone said they had heard unusual noises last night, along with faint cries for help.
But the sounds had been very faint.
They did not seem to come from the neighboring houses.
Of course.
No one had dared to investigate.
"Mr. Jiang, what do you think happened?" the official asked politely.
"What else could it be?"
"Obviously, it's ghosts."
"Vicious Ghosts killing people."
Jiang Qiao smiled and offered a theory. "You can have the village chief bring some people to the graves of the missing villagers' relatives, then dig down. You might find some clues."
They had just arrived in town last night.
A certain big shot had personally come over to speak with Jiang Qiao.
He had also left the liaison officer standing before them.
His name was Little Zhao.
Of course.
Jiang Qiao called him Little Zhao. Although Little Zhao was a few years older, he did not take offense at it.
But once they left this building—