"What?!"
Everyone started and hurriedly looked over.
Sure enough.
There had originally been twelve investigators in Hu Xian's group, but now, inexplicably, one was missing.
"What happened?"
"Where is he?"
Hu Xian's gaze instantly turned cold and sharp.
"I don't know."
The man who had spoken sounded panicked. "Wan Hao was right beside me just now. I didn't see him leave."
As he spoke,
he looked around, apparently trying to find Wan Hao.
Naturally, he found nothing.
"Hu Xian."
"What the hell are you playing at?"
Feng Liang sneered. "One man's missing. You hid him, didn't you? Trying to pressure us by making it look like a vicious ghost is lurking around killing people? Or are you planning a surprise attack?"
He didn't believe it at all.
The people opposite him really hadn't left. He had been watching them closely.
Of course,
he hadn't seen how the man had disappeared, either.
Without that warning,
he wouldn't even have noticed anyone was missing.
But he preferred to believe Hu Xian was up to something, deliberately hiding someone to make everyone suspicious and jumpy, then launching an attack at a critical moment.
He couldn't be blamed for overthinking it. In his eyes, Hu Xian was a hypocrite who loved scheming behind people's backs.
During all the time he had spent building the Ghost Market,
God only knew what secrets the bastard had discovered.
Xie Feifei and her companions
looked equally suspicious.
Clearly, they had no trust whatsoever in a wanted criminal like Hu Xian.
To be safe, they needed to remain on guard, whether an evil spirit was involved or Hu Xian was up to something. More than a dozen investigators held their weapons, ready for a fight.
If they really faced danger,
they couldn't simply surrender and wait to die just