"It's worthwhile to praise ink. It's not surprising to see me at all."

Qi Xingyu looked at Zhu Mo in his spare time and asked with great interest, "Are you not afraid that I am a ghost? The police have all confirmed my death.

When he heard the words "ghost" and "death", Lao Jiu Li, a madman, had soft legs.

He dares to be mad at people, but he dares not go mad at ghosts.

Chu Mo smiled faintly, flicked the dust on the sleeves of his clothes and said to Qi Xingyu, "Where's Lan Enming?"

"There's no need for Mr. Lan to come out here in person."

Qi Xingyu...