Xia Xin thought carefully, two days ago, he and the ancestor had just met Qin Yingjun, at that time Qin Yingjun was fine, nothing was wrong.
There was no so-called Yin energy on him either.
In these two days, the matters of the Wen Family and Wen Mao's funeral had been entangling Qin Yingjun, and he shouldn't have been to any special places either.
It's nothing more than the hospital, police station, and funeral home.
Among these, the hospital and funeral home are a bit eerie...
Xia Xin's heart skipped a beat, and he tentatively asked, "Mr. Qin, did you encounter any suspicious people in the hospital or funeral home?"
Qin Yingjun was completely bewildered, "What do you mean by suspicious people? I haven't seen many people going back and forth, can't think of anyone suspicious?"
"I mean... someone whose body is half transparent, tiptoeing, or someone who ignores you when you talk to them?" Xia Xin asked indirectly.
