Thirty days to reach Ligela Island.
Lin Feng decided to stretch things out, see whether he could lie low in Fukou for twenty-odd days, then head to Ligela Island on the last day and see what happened.
He had some questions for the Young Shrine Attendant.
On his previous visits, he had observed Fukou from the top down.
This time, he would examine Fukou again from the bottom up, hoping to discover whether anything there had escaped his notice.
He had only just returned to Fukou from the Heavenly Consort Goddess's temple when he was "invited" to the Yamen.
There was no formal hearing, no official robe, and no vicious-looking runners flanking the room. Lin Feng more or less understood what Fukou's highest-ranking master wanted.
One glance told Lin Feng that this master had not visited Boss Feng's house that night.
He was an unfamiliar face.
Judging by his clothing, he was probably the chief official.
A Banner Man, a Rotating Official, and quite plump.
Lin Feng understood his intentions. The Li Family was a juicy piece of meat.
As the saying went, a virtuous household would always have blessings to spare. That meant that when disaster struck and a family was ruined, if one or two descendants survived—as might have happened after the calamity that befell the entire Li Family—a family that had accumulated good deeds might well encounter a benefactor, someone influential who would offer help in their hour of need.
That was what it meant for good causes to bear good fruit.
But that saying did not apply to the Li Family.
Lin Feng knew perfectly well that the Li Family was no virtuous household. Everyone in Fukou probably wished the whole family dead.
Hearing that the Li Family was gone, that young and old alike had