The next morning, Lin Anning woke up to find that the window had closed, and Huo Shen had left at some point during the night.
She didn't feel it appropriate to disturb someone so early in the morning, so she just took Li Youbao's ox cart into town.
Upon arrival, she saw Tie Shuan and the men who had played cards with him yesterday making a commotion outside the police station.
"It's true, we really saw a ghost last night."
"Don't believe it, you ask them..."
Every time they closed their eyes, they saw Yang Latao, covered in blood, lunging at them, scaring their souls away.
The comrades at the police station, tired of the harassment, scolded loudly.
"What era do you think this is, still spreading such nonsense? Believe it or not, I'll have you all taken to the farm for some proper ideological education."
Tie Shuan and the others were clearly terrified and nodded immediately.
