They dared not let Chang Shoujin leave. No matter what, they had to wait for him to tell them what had happened that night.
Otherwise, with all the workers at the station and on the railway in a panic, how could they get any work done?
After hearing this, Cui Jiuyang immediately realized that this was far more serious than the few little spirits causing trouble at Fulai Inn. In terms of severity, it might even be worse than the vengeful ghost incident involving those two gangs of thugs fighting over a latrine.
But... getting into the station would not be easy.
Buying a ticket to board a train was easy enough, but if you wanted to enter their staff quarters to ask questions, you would certainly be chased out.
Cui Jiuyang thought for a while, then told Master Tiger to wait there. He took a rickshaw back to the inn to fetch the tools of his trade.
In times like these, feudal superstition worked better than anything else!
When Cui Jiuyang returned, he carried a banner over his shoulder, bells hung at his waist, and he held a Compass in his hand. He had even combed his hair and straightened his robe. Aside from looking a little too young for the part, he was the very picture of an immortal sage!
He and Master Tiger bought two platform tickets, wrapped Master Tiger's saber securely inside the banner, and entered the station's waiting hall.
A station official was on duty by the ticket-checking barrier in the hall. Master Tiger went off to the toilet to relieve himself, while Cui Jiuyang walked back and forth inside the barrier a couple of times, considering how to attract the official's attention.
Just then, while he was still at a loss for an idea,