The stall owner was a woman. Though her face was smudged with dirt, her clothes hinted she wasn't a local. She seemed like someone who had once been well-off, but bankruptcy had forced her onto the streets.

The goods on her stall were more refined than average: strangely shaped mirrors, small tools, and many cloth dolls.

It was the dolls that caught everyone's attention.

Unlike ordinary dolls, these were filled with exotic charm. They had round faces, blunt bangs, and narrow, slit-like eyes instead of big, round ones.

Conspicuously placed was a wooden doll, carved more intricately than the others.

The doll wore clothes made of scrap fabric, with a bulging cloth pack at the back of its waist, a tall, upright hair bun, and a face painted ghostly white.

"Something from the Dongyang people?" Huai Yi stared at the dolls on the stall, surprised.

"Hey, what's so strange about Dongyang people selling Dongyang things?" A policeman, called Wu Ergou, said, "Didn't we win the war? The Dongyang devils were all driven away, but some Dongyang people who used to do business here stayed behind."

"But they're not as cocky as they used to be. They're all especially obedient now. Their houses, land, and valuables have all been confiscated. All they can do is make handicrafts and sell them."

Hearing that the woman was Dongyang, everyone took another look. But the woman, sensing the gazes on her, was clearly terrified, clutching the clothes in her arms, not daring to raise her head.

"Officer, what's your name?" Jiang Cheng asked Wu Ergou. After all, they couldn't just call him Wu Ergou like they knew him.

"Hehe." Wu Ergou narrowed his eyes. "No need to be polite, my surname is Wu, Wu Dali."

"Brother Wu."

"Hehe, you're too kind, too kind."

After some pleasantries, everyone became much more familiar. Wu Dali began to tell Jiang Cheng and the others about the current situation of the Feng family.

"Sigh." Wu Dali sighed, recalling, "It's really tragic, how could such a thing happen?"

"I'll tell you secretly, this morning, Master Feng almost fainted," Wu Dali lamented.

"That old Taoist priest died miserably. Yesterday, he was bragging to high heaven, claiming to be a heavenly master descending to earth to overcome a tribulation, to help the Feng family through their troubles. After the deed was done, a reward of ten thousand silver dollars would be given." Wu Dali led them around a bend, and grimaced. "Unexpectedly, he was just another fraud, finished just the same."

"Another..."

"That's right." Wu Dali nodded, asking in surprise, "What, you didn't know? This is the 4th expert they've hired."

"The previous ones were Master Du'e from Puhua Temple, Daoist Feng Chanzi from Youyin Temple, and a Gu master from Miao territory, supposedly. They all failed."

Hearing this, Huai Yi couldn't help but shake his head. These people were up against a ghost, they were about as useful as a ghost.

"How much does Brother Wu know about the May Train?" Qiao Bureau Chief seemed to have said a lot about the May Train, but there were few leads to be drawn from it.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing the words "May Train," Wu Dali's jujube-red face turned pale in an instant.

"Don't dare mention it." Wu Dali hurriedly interrupted, nervously saying, "You... you dare mention the May Train, aren't you afraid that ghost train will come knocking at your door at night?"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng pretended to know nothing. "What, does that train only kill people from the Feng family?"

The deaths of those masters were undoubtedly because they had become involved in the Feng family's affairs, and the ghost had killed them along with the Feng family.

"Who knows for sure, it may not kill now, but that doesn't mean it won't kill later." Wu Dali swallowed, his voice very low. "And look, how many Feng family members... are left?"

Everyone understood what Wu Dali meant. He was worried that after the Feng family was wiped out, it would be their turn next.

"Brother Wu, don't worry, Bureau Chief Qiao asked us to come and solve this matter," Huai Yi said, putting on a confident expression.

"Hey, you're not very old, but you're quite arrogant. Let me ask you, who is your master?" Wu Dali raised his eyebrows, asking disdainfully.

Under Jiang Cheng's gaze, Huai Yi did not argue. He was, to some extent, a disciple. Although he was plagued by a curse, he had also gained some of the ghost's abilities.

If they really fought, even those four fake masters tied together might not be his match.

Seeing that Huai Yi didn't speak, Wu Dali shrugged, with an expression that said, I knew you weren't anything special. "I'll tell you in advance, when you enter the Feng family, be careful what you say. Their family is already in chaos. Be careful not to say the wrong thing and lose your life for nothing."

Jiang Cheng wasn't very interested in going to the Feng family. He was more interested in the May Train.

If he had the chance, it would be best to go up and take a look himself.

But unfortunately, according to Wu Dali, the May Train was destroyed by Dongyang planes not long after the incident.

The fire burned for a day and a night, and the entire station was destroyed.

"Are there any photos or anything like that left?" Jiang Cheng asked. "Or reports, newspapers, anything like that would also work."

The incident was a big deal at the time, so there should be some clues left behind.

"This..." Wu Dali scratched his head. "Maybe there is, I can go back and help you look for it, but what do you want this stuff for?"

Wu Dali blinked and asked, raising his voice, "You wouldn't really be thinking of getting involved with that ghost train, would you?"

From the current situation, this Wu Dali clearly didn't understand the situation they were facing. He thought they were just sent down from above to go through the motions.

Little did he know that the order they received was that if they didn't complete the mission, they would be executed in 7 days.

Not sure if he had thought of something, Wu Dali stopped and then led them to a secluded spot, far from the street, where few people came.

"Listen to my advice, you can't handle things here. Just take a simple look and then quickly find a reason to slip away. Go back where you came from." He looked around, lowering his voice, "A real expert has seen it, saying that this is a vengeful ghost causing trouble, and Yin soldiers are killing people!"