After the trio of menacing men had left, Lian Jinsun brought his palms together in respect and praised Monk Wukong, "The little monk has a benevolent heart, I admire that!"
Monk Wukong returned the gesture and said, "Mr. Lian, you must be careful tonight. In my opinion, the rented room where you'll be staying is the most dangerous."
"Why do you say that?" Lian Jinsun's face paled, suddenly tense.
"Who died on our first night here, and where?" Monk Wukong asked with an even tone.
"It was Yu Dagui, and he died in a hotel."
"What about after that?" Monk Wukong prompted gently.
"The second night it was A Qiang, he... he died in the rented house, the third night it was Ju Juan, she died in a villa, the fourth night it was Zhang Man, she also died in a hotel..." Lian Jinsun halted abruptly, his face drained of color as he grasped the monk's warning.