Xie Songde had been on edge lately.
A friend had told him about the situation along the coast. People from a Special Department were handling things there, and no one was allowed near the coastal disaster zone at night. They could only go during the day.
But there were always people with reasons they simply had to go. Using their familiarity with the area, some locals slipped into the zone at night.
Plenty went in. Few came back.
And those who returned seemed half out of their minds, as if something had terrified them.
Afterward, those who had returned were taken away. Some people went to their homes to ask what had happened, only to learn something horrifying.
After coming back, the word those people repeated most was just one word-ghosts!
Xie Songde didn't care whether anyone else believed it. He did!
That was why he hadn't gone to join the crowds at the fissure in Shannan City. He had merely donated some money.
As for what he was thinking, only he knew.
Xie Songde wanted to ask Chen Miao what exactly was going on, but he couldn't find him anywhere.
After spending days in a state of anxiety, he finally received a call from Chen Miao.
He immediately hurried over without a moment's delay.
In fact, he wasn't the only one looking for Chen Miao. Hong Fan and Song Peilin, the two wealthy businessmen who had dealt with Chen Miao before, had also heard some news and wanted to confirm a few things with him.
But Xie Songde hadn't told either of them about this visit.
If his suspicions were true, a young master like Chen Miao would be his most valuable connection.
As for the Fushou Funeral Center, which was worth over ten million, he had bought it