The massacre of the Tan family thirty years ago.
Mr. Tan had more or less finished recounting it, including some of the details.
"My father never believed my uncle could have done something like that."
"Among the dead were his parents, his children, and his wife. No matter how far he'd lost his mind, he couldn't possibly have been so ruthless toward his own family."
Mr. Tan shook his head. "But the truth doesn't matter anymore, to be honest. After all, it happened thirty years ago, and my father is old now. We mainly want our family's souls to rest in peace."
After hearing Mr. Tan out, Seventh Master nodded. "Since you've come to me, I'll help you deal with this. But to be honest, a thirty-year-old departed spirit won't be easy to handle. And the dream your uncle sent you was very strange. This might not be something I can resolve in a day or two."
"Of course, I won't charge you anything until it's resolved."
Only someone with genuine ability could have that kind of confidence.
Coming from a distinguished background, Mr. Tan could naturally see that too. He hurriedly shook Seventh Master's hand. "That's all right. I'll be staying in the country for quite a while this time. I might not be in Lanjiang City for the time being, since I have other things to attend to. Just contact me whenever there's any progress."
He didn't stay much longer before leaving.
After he left, I asked Seventh Master whether this would be difficult to handle.
Seventh Master said it might be extremely difficult, mainly because there were too many unanswered questions and too much time had passed.
The biggest question wasn't whether Tan Wannian was the murderer at all, but how exactly he had died.
The police