Chapter 182: Beneath the Corpse!

Frank is dead?

Suddenly, the three people in the sofa area showed different expressions.

Simon was simply surprised, after all, they had just mentioned this gambling addict.

Things were a bit more complex for Arthur and Malz.

Arthur rubbed his temples, firmly denying that he was favored by the Grim Reaper—how could it be that people died wherever he went?

Such a thing was too far-fetched, it was all just a coincidence.

It was like finding a loose thread on a sweater and pulling it only to turn the whole sweater into a ball of yarn.

What are the chances of that?

Very low, very low!

Almost nonexistent!

As for the 'Spirit Medium's' intuition just now?

One couldn't trust the words of a 'Spirit Medium', let alone the 'Spirit Medium's' intuition.

Even less trustworthy!

It was all the 'Spirit Medium's' fault, not his.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his body, while the old sheriff beside him sighed slightly—he was marveling at the wonders of destiny.