The little maid had tears streaming down her cheeks, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.
The housekeeper slapped her twice again, with such force that her delicate little face suddenly became red and swollen.
The housekeeper grabbed her collar and said to the brothers who were pressing the maid tightly behind her,
"Leave this bitch to me."
Several men thought the same thing. There were differences between men and women, so it was not a big deal for them to hold on to this little girl like this, just like the questioning look that Mr. Huang cast.
Mr. Huang nodded, he also wanted to see what this maid wanted to do.
The brothers let go of their hands. Unexpectedly, the maid took this opportunity to push the housekeeper away with all her strength and rushed straight to the corner!
"not good!"
Liang Yuanque screamed and immediately raised his legs to stop him.
But no matter how fast he moved, there was still some distance between him and the maid. By the time he rushed over, the maid had already hit the wall hard, her head badly bruised and bleeding.
Liang Yuanque supported the maid who fell unconscious and quickly stretched out two fingers to test her breathing.
Fortunately, the little girl wasn't very strong and she didn't kill herself. She just fainted temporarily.
"Hurry up and treat the injury!" Liang Yuanque called to the doctor.
The old doctor was confused by this posture. Liang Yuanque screamed again before he realized what he was doing. He took the maid from his hand and checked the wound.
Huang Jingye was also overwhelmed by the sudden accident, until Liang Yuanque walked up to him and whispered,
"Find a way to keep an eye on this girl and don't let her die."
Huang Jingye nodded. It could be seen from the maid's behavior that she seemed to know something hidden.
She was willing to die in order to hide something.
Her original intention was not to escape. She might have wanted the intercepting men to accidentally kill her.
But she was just stopped and had to find a way to die on her own.
These were Huang Jingye's thoughts, but Liang Yuanque felt that the hidden story behind it should be more complicated.
He had just let go of the midwife, which made him feel uneasy.
The maid needed to be taken down for treatment, and the tense and frozen atmosphere seemed to be torn open.
The people in the yard couldn't bear it any longer and shouted to get out.
Mr. Song's displeasure has been put on the surface. After all, this is his home. What do you think of letting others threaten and control you on your own territory?
Liang Yuanque scanned the crowd again, focusing on the people who had just entered the room to carry the body.
After a person dies, these are the only people who enter the room, and the person who stuffed the sheet into the stove can only be among them.
This person threw the sheet into the stove and destroyed it. Either he knew that this sheet had some important clues on it, or he was instructed by an insider.
Liang Yuanque tried to find a hint of unnatural expression on the face of one of these people.
But what's even worse than not being able to find out is that everyone here is nervous.
Damn...
Liang Yuanque cursed in his heart.
Then, he said to Huang Jingye,
"Mr. Huang, let them go, but we have to guard this yard by our own people."
"Understood."
Huang Jingye nodded, and then gave orders to his subordinates.
"Let them all go. You guys will stay in this courtyard and guard it. No one is allowed to come in without my permission."
Mr. Song was almost angry to death. This was the Song family. It was Huang Jingye who had the final say whether people could enter or leave the yard?
Fortunately, Liang Yuanque could see what Mr. Song was thinking and hurriedly explained to Huang Jingye.
"Mr. Song, we are doing this for your own good. I don't know when there was evil in this house."
"This evil spirit has now killed my wife. She was killed while pregnant. She was already full of resentment. Coupled with the previous evil spirit, the whole yard is full of resentment. If you are not able to bear it, something will happen easily."
After hearing what he said, Mr. Song frowned, with a trace of fear on his face.
"Seriously? Are you saying there is evil in this house?"
Talking about ghosts and gods is indeed a good way to control people's hearts. When Liang Yuanque saw that he was afraid, he changed his mind and changed his words.
"Yes, but I haven't yet determined whether Madam was killed by this evil spirit."
"But the reality is that the madam is indeed dead, and there are signs of merging with the evil spirit. When the time comes, she will turn into a ghost and will hurt people without mercy,"
"I asked Mr. Huang's brother to guard the courtyard and prevent people from entering. It is to protect everyone!"
Master Song probably had something up his sleeve, and Liang Yuanque was very sincere in his deception, so it was hard for him not to believe it.
However, this kind of "intimidation" is also a bit harmful. After all, the Song family is not the only one who is afraid of ghosts.
When some of Mr. Huang's men heard Liang Yuanque's words, they murmured in their hearts. It was not a good job for them to stay here, and they didn't really want to do it!
Seeing the brothers whispering to each other, Liang Yuanque immediately said,
"Ahem, don't be afraid, brothers who are staying to guard the courtyard. I will draw a talisman for each of you later, which will have a protective effect."
The talkative housekeeper shrank aside,
"Well, Master, can you draw a talisman for us people to defend ourselves?"
"No," Liang Yuanque shook his head very firmly, opened his mouth and started to fool around.
"You are from the Song family. You get along with Madam day and night. She is very familiar with you. Even if you draw a charm, you can't prevent her from coming to you."
The housekeeper was so frightened that there were several little girls behind her who screamed uncontrollably and were about to cry.
"Husband, Madam won't come to see me, right?"
Liang Yuanque immediately caught her words and narrowed his eyes to look at the girl who was speaking.
"What do you mean? Why do you think Madam will come to you?"
As the saying goes, if you don’t do something bad and don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door or looking for trouble, it must be related to the deceased.
The girl was trembling with fear, "No, I don't mean anything else. I am the madam's personal maid. I feel that we are familiar with each other. I am afraid that she will come to me..."
Liang Yuanque shrugged,
"Maybe, ghosts usually give priority to finding people they know more, such as close relatives or people next to them."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Mr. Song. The latter's eyes were obviously panic, but he seemed to be thinking desperately about something in his panic.
Liang Yuanque also had some ideas in his mind. If nothing could be found at the Song residence, it would be better to sing the play at the Lin residence again.
Anyway, the concubine’s clothes haven’t been returned to her yet, Master Zhuang shouldn’t refuse, right?
After the access control of the courtyard was lifted, everyone was afraid of the "evil spirits" in the courtyard and rushed out. Even Mr. Song almost ran away.
During this period, no one thought about what to do with Sister Huang whose body was still lying in the room.
Huang Jingye sighed deeply, pointed at the door and made a gesture of invitation to Liang Yuanque.
"Sir, let's take a moment to talk."
