This sentence really shocked everyone. Yuan Shanyuan had just said that the owner of this house was dead, and the next second, he heard that the master had returned to the house. This slap in the face was too sudden.

What's more subtle is the wording of the servant, it's not good, the master is back again! It gave people the feeling that the servants seemed to be very frightened, as if it was not the master who came back, but a ghost.

Hearing that the second young master, with the support of Laifu, quickly walked towards the mansion, his staggering pace couldn't help but speed up a little.

Everyone followed behind the second young master, looking around vigilantly.

The area of ​​the mansion is large, and the decoration is quite old, but the overall environment is relatively dark. The red and white lanterns hanging under the eaves are like eyes hidden in the dark night, watching the living people entering the mansion. .

Similar scenes aroused the fear in Fatty's heart, sweat broke out on his forehead, he had a premonition that tonight would never be peaceful.

Soon, everyone came to the main hall. There were many people gathered in front of the main hall door. Suddenly, someone looked at Jiang Cheng and the others and said excitedly, "Second young master is back!"

All of a sudden, as if they saw a savior, everyone surrounded them one after another. Among them were women in silk and satin, supported by handsome young men, and maids and servants who were obviously dressed poorly. The man lit a torch and surrounded the surroundings. He should be a role like a martial artist in the courtyard.

Unexpectedly, the second young master's face was very ugly when he saw them, and he directly reprimanded: "What are you all doing here, are you worried that things are not messy enough?"

"Master, he..."

"Don't you know the consequences of making this matter public? Go back to me!" Because of his excitement, the second young master's originally pale face unexpectedly turned into a strange ruddy.

Although emotional, the sound that can be made is not loud, it sounds more like a low growl.

The second young master seemed to have great prestige among this group of people. Under his insistence, the crowd gradually left, leaving only a few Kongwu powerful guards standing here.

Everyone noticed that some female relatives secretly wiped away tears when they left. They could see the sadness, but the deeper layer hidden under the grief was fear.

After dismissing these people, the second young master slowly turned around, with a touch of confusion on his brows, "Masters, no matter what you see later, please don't be surprised, let alone be afraid, at least tonight I can guarantee you are absolutely safe .”

"Thank you, Second Young Master, for reminding me." Everyone spoke in unison.

The Second Young Master was helped up the stairs leading to the hall. The door of the hall was closed tightly, and there was light through the crack of the door. He stretched out his hand and put it on the door. After hesitating for a moment, he gently pushed the door open.

A few white candles were burning faintly in the hall, and there was a person standing in the center.

The candle flame danced from time to time, reflecting the man's face flickeringly.

Even though they were mentally prepared, this sudden scene still taught everyone a lesson, because this person was wearing a black mortuary suit, this is not a living person, but a corpse!

What's even more weird is that the corpse stood stiffly, with its left arm stretched out, pointing straight in one direction, its mouth opened wide at an angle that a living person could not do at all, and its livid tongue drooping down.

"Masters, don't be afraid, this is my father. He is... dead. But the strange thing is that since his father was buried, his body will return to the house every day, and then... then come here, and maintain this posture until dawn. "Second Young Master's voice sounded full of pain.

"Does this happen every day?"

"Yes, every day. The first time was on the night of the burial. The servants heard someone knocking on the door at night. When they opened the door, they were almost frightened to death. When I heard the news and rushed over, my father's body was already standing there. Here it is, this pose."

"Those of us who are children thought that our father had some unfulfilled wish, or that he was reluctant to part with us, and that he still had something to explain, but no matter how much we cried or tried to persuade him, the father's body remained motionless, let alone spoke. It lasted like this until it was almost dawn, and my father suddenly fell down."

Speaking of this, the second young master showed a embarrassed expression, "Masters also know that if such a wicked thing happened in the family, if it gets out, the reputation that our Wu family has accumulated over the years will be ruined, so we will take advantage of it. Before dawn, immediately arrange for someone to take away the father's body and bury it back in the grave."

"After doing all this, we found someone to repair the tomb, performed the ceremony again, and burned a lot of paper money to my father. We thought this matter would end like this, but we didn't expect..." The second young master suddenly stopped, He looked at his left leg.

Everyone understands, it seems that this is not the only strange incident in the Wu family, and the second young master's leg disease is also related to this incident.

But now is not the time to discuss this. Everyone has survived missions again and again, and their psychological quality is different from ordinary people. They quickly stabilized their positions and began to look at the corpse.

The wrinkles on the face of the corpse are more obvious, most of the beard and hair are already white, and there is a big braid on the back of the head, which looks a bit like an old man from the previous dynasty. At this moment, the two thick eyelids are drooping half of them strangely, revealing the yellowed whites of the eyes. The expression is very strange.

Getting closer to Master Wu's body, a smell mixed with corpse and blood came to the nostrils.

Naturally, everyone looked in the direction of Master Wu's finger, and there was a closed wooden door in a relatively remote corner. The wooden door was pitch black and looked very old.

"Where is that place?" Luo Tianhe asked.

"It's a warehouse at home, used to store some old things." The second young master replied.

"Are you sure nothing will happen tonight?" Luo Tianhe changed the subject and looked at the second young master very seriously.

The latter was taken aback by Luo Tianhe's sudden change of attitude~lightnovelpub.net~ but in the end he nodded and said in a modest but formal voice: "It's natural, masters, please rest assured."

"Since this is the case, we want to go into the warehouse to take a look. Is it convenient?"

"Of course, it's just that no one has been in the warehouse for a long time, and it's rather messy. The masters should take care of it." After the second young master finished speaking, he ordered Laifu, and Laifu took a candlestick, and a group of people came to the wooden door.

The wooden door was not locked, and Laifu pushed it hard, and it opened. It was indeed a warehouse, with some old wooden tables, chairs, porcelain vases, screens and other things.

The fat man touched it with his hand, and it was covered with dust. It seemed that it was indeed as the second young master said, no one had been here for a long time, and even the air was filled with a dull smell.

Going further inside, I encountered a few large wooden bookshelves, which were painted black and antique, but to the fat man's surprise, the material of the bookshelves seemed a bit strange, and when I touched them, there was a faint chill .

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