Old Liu continued, "The feng shui master used a very special method to retrieve the coffin. He had people dig a hole under the Qiulong wood, then he crawled inside himself. He covered the coffin with black cloth before having people pull it out of the grave. Because he covered the coffin, no one saw what it looked like."

"That feng shui master directed his men to carry the coffin down the mountain, but unexpectedly, an accident happened while crossing a bridge. They fell into the water, people and coffin together."

"The governor also sent people to salvage the coffin, but they found nothing. The matter was dropped."

"Because everyone present at the time died, no one could clearly describe the situation. The person who told me about this didn't know where they heard the news, so that's all I know."

After Old Liu finished speaking, I couldn't help but frown.

Old Liu said, "I didn't take this matter to heart at the time, so I didn't inquire carefully. It was my negligence."

I waved my hand and said, "It's not your fault!"

If I were in Old Liu's position, I wouldn't have cared about that coffin either. If the master wasn't interested in something, why would a staff officer bother to investigate old matters out of curiosity?

I said to myself, "If only we could find someone who was there at the time to ask about it!"

Old Liu said, "The people are definitely gone, but maybe we can borrow a ghost or two?"

Old Liu explained, "Back then, the governor had an engineering battalion commander named Gong Fugui. That person had some connections with grave robbers and specialized in digging graves for the governor."

"He was fine after that incident. I think he must know something. Because he retired and went back to his hometown after that. The place where he lives is actually not far from here. Finding him might turn up something useful."

I didn't have high hopes for finding Gong Fugui, "That guy should have died decades ago, right? Maybe he's already been reincarnated."

"Not really!" Old Liu laughed, "A while ago, when Lao Zhao was collecting wandering souls, some ghosts mentioned him. He's now a small boss among the wild ghosts. I was planning to go find him myself in a few days, but now it seems the master has to take the lead."

My eyes lit up immediately, "Where is he? Give me the address."

After Old Liu wrote down an address for me, I immediately called Feng Ruoxing again and rushed over with Ye Yang and Xia Mengying according to the address.

The way warlocks gather intelligence is different from ordinary people. In the secular world, building an intelligence network requires massive amounts of funds and connections, and even the training of specialized intelligence personnel.

Warlocks don't need to go to so much trouble. As long as they establish a good relationship with ghosts, they can build a huge intelligence network with a small number of people.

However, this method also has serious drawbacks, namely that ghosts can't enter every place, especially rootless wandering ghosts, which are useless in places with warding magic items or even feng shui arrangements. Not to mention government offices, sects, and similar places.

The larger the warlock's intelligence network, the stronger the ghosts needed. This is not only a transaction between the warlock and the ghost, but also depends on the warlock's own cultivation.

I haven't asked Zhao Ci how far his intelligence network has developed, but it's reasonable for him to be able to contact local ghosts.

I followed the address Old Liu gave me and found a dilapidated house that had been empty for who knows how many years. I lit three yellow incense sticks inside and lit a pile of yellow paper and threw it outside the door.

In the warlock world, this is called "scattering money," which means throwing some money to the "begging" wandering ghosts to build a relationship.

Before long, the money I scattered outside was snatched up by the approaching wild ghosts. A ghost dressed relatively well cupped his fist at me: "This master, what are your orders?"

I said, "I'm looking for someone named Gong Fugui, can you find him?"

"This…" The ghost hesitated, "Grandpa Gong usually doesn't see outsiders."

I gave Feng Ruoxing a look, and the latter took out a string of "gold ingots" burned for the dead from his backpack, lit them, and threw them outside. There is a saying among the people that "one gold is worth ten thousand coins." Feng Ruoxing's reward was not small, but the ghost still refused to speak.

I said calmly, "Go tell Gong Fugui that I have someone named Zhao Ci under me, who contacted him before. This time, I'm here to do a deal with him in person. Take the message, and the money is yours."

The ghost's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly put away the money: "This master, please wait a moment, I'll go and deliver the message to you."

Not long after the ghost left, he came back with a person wearing an old military uniform.

I sized the other party up and down, raised my hand, and made a gesture: "Liangjie Hall's Li Po, greetings, Mr. Gong." (Liangjie Hall – Two Realms Hall)

The other party just cupped his fist, and I put my hand down: "Friend is not Gong Fugui, please go back! Tell Gong Fugui that Liangjie Hall values courage in business. Since he doesn't have the guts to cooperate with me, then don't stop me from doing business with others. Otherwise, he knows the consequences!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I walked out.