The leather-jacketed man took a deep breath and turned to face me.
"All right. If you're going to do it, then do it," he said casually.
I heard a slight noise and looked up. Ruan Han was struggling to his feet, watching me nervously.
He was an ordinary ghost. Judging by his yin energy, he hadn't done much of what ghosts were supposed to do after he died. He must have lived much like an ordinary person.
I looked back at the leather-jacketed man.
"How much do you know about Mr. Yang?" I asked.
The leather-jacketed man shook his head. "Not much. He's very old... He's been around for a long time. Maybe his long life and great power left him bored. In Penglai Immortal Realm and here, he was just looking for amusement."
"What about the ghosts who followed him?"
"They were all the same, more or less. He always looked for ghosts with an artistic streak. He'd create myths and ghost stories. Killing people was just one means to an end. There wasn't any particular purpose. None of us was especially special." The leather-jacketed man shrugged, speaking of murder as if it were nothing.
"How much do you know about Yixun Express?"
The leather-jacketed man shook his head. "It was already around by the time I found out about it."
"Was that female ghost always in charge of running it?"
"Oh, yes. It was always her. I only met her twice. Before that, I'd just heard about her. Both times I saw her, she was there to meet Mr. Yang. There are quite a few ghosts handling their business. Those are the people we usually deal with."
"How much do you know about Greenleaf?"
"Greenleaf?" The leather-jacketed man thought for a moment. "What's that?"
They didn't know about