This sentence really shocked everyone. Yuan Shanyuan had just said that the owner of this family was dead. The next second, he heard that the master had returned home. This slap in the face was too sudden.
What's even more subtle is the servant's wording. Oh no, sir, he's back again! It gives the impression that the servant is very frightened, as if it is not the master who has returned, but a ghost.
After hearing this, the second young master quickly walked towards the mansion with the support of Laifu, and his staggering steps could not help but speed up a bit.
Everyone followed the second young master and observed the surroundings vigilantly.
The mansion is large in area and quite old in decoration, but the overall environment is relatively dim. The red and white lanterns hanging under the eaves are like eyes hidden deep in the dark night, watching for the living people who enter the mansion. .
Scenes like this aroused fear in the fat man's heart. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He had a feeling that tonight would never be peaceful.
Soon, everyone arrived at the main hall. Many people gathered in front of the main hall door. Suddenly, someone looked at Jiang Cheng and others and said excitedly: "The second young master is back!"
In an instant, everyone seemed to have seen a savior and gathered around them. Among them were a woman wearing silk and satin, being supported by a handsome young man, as well as maids and servants who were obviously worse for wear. At this moment, there were also several powerful men. The men were holding torches and surrounding them. They should be the martial arts guardians.
Unexpectedly, the second young master looked very ugly when he saw them and scolded them directly: "What are you all gathering here for? Are you still worried that things are not chaotic enough?"
"Master, he..."
"Don't you know the consequences of making this matter public? Come back here!" Because of his excitement, the second young master's originally pale face turned into a strange rosy color.
Although he was very emotional, the sound he made was not loud, it sounded 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 powerful guards standing here.
Everyone noticed that some of the female family members secretly wiped away tears when they left, and they could see their sadness, but the deeper layer hidden under the grief was fear.
After dismissing these people, the second young master slowly turned around, with a hint of complexity on his brows, "Masters, no matter what you see, please don't be surprised, let alone be afraid. At least tonight, I can guarantee your absolute safety. ."
"Thank you, Second Young Master, for reminding me." Everyone said in unison.
The second young master was helped up the stairs leading to the hall. The door of the hall was closed tightly. There was light coming out along 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 a person stood in the center.
The candle flame jumped from time to time, making the man's face appear bright and dark.
Even though they were mentally prepared, this sudden scene still taught everyone a lesson, because this person was wearing a black burial suit. This was not a living person, but a corpse!
What's even more weird is that the corpse stands stiffly, with its left arm stretched out and pointing straight in one direction, its mouth wide open at an angle that is completely impossible for a living person, and its purple tongue hanging down.
"Masters, don't be afraid. This is my father. He is already...dead. But the strange thing is that since my father was buried, his body would return to the house every day, and then...then come here and stay in this posture until dawn. "The second young master's voice sounded full of pain.
"Does this happen every day?"
"Yes, it happens every day. The first time was on the night of the burial. The servant heard someone knocking on the door. When he opened the door, he was almost frightened to death. When I heard the news and rushed over, my father's body was already standing there. Here it is, this is the posture.”
"We, as children, thought that our father had some unfulfilled wishes, or that he was reluctant to leave us, and had things to explain. But no matter how we cried or tried to persuade him, his body did not move, let alone speak. I kept going like this until it was almost dawn, and then my father suddenly collapsed."
At this point, the second young master showed a troubled expression, "All the masters also know that such evil things have happened in the family. Once word spreads, the reputation our Wu family has accumulated over the years will be completely destroyed, so we will take advantage of the opportunity." Before dawn, we immediately arranged for people to take away my father’s body and rebury it back in the grave.”
"After doing all this, we found someone to repair the tomb, performed the rituals again, and burned a lot of paper money for my father. We originally thought that this matter would be over, but we didn't expect..." The second young master suddenly paused. , looking towards his left leg.
Everyone understood. It seemed that this was not the only strange thing happening in the Wu family. The second young master's leg disease was also related to this incident.
But now is not the time to discuss this. Everyone has survived missions time and time again, and their psychological quality is different from ordinary people. They quickly stabilized their position and began to step forward to look at the corpse.
The wrinkles on the face of the corpse are more obvious, and most of the beard and hair are white. There is a big braid on the back of the head, which looks quite like an old man from the previous dynasty. At this moment, the two thick eyelids are strangely drooping halfway, revealing the yellowish whites of the eyes. The expression is very strange.
As he got closer to Mr. Wu's body, a smell of corpse stench and blood hit his nostrils.
Naturally, everyone looked in the direction of Mr. Wu's finger. 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 answered.
"Are you sure nothing will happen tonight?" Luo Tianhe changed the topic and looked at the second young master seriously.
The latter was stunned by Luo Tianhe's sudden change of attitude, but finally nodded and said in a small but formal voice: "This is natural, masters, please rest assured."
"In this case, we want to go into the warehouse and 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 quite dirty. The masters should be more careful." After the second young master finished speaking, he ordered Laifu, who took a candlestick, and the group came to the wooden door.
The wooden door was unlocked, so Laifu pushed it hard and it opened. It was indeed a warehouse inside, with some old wooden tables, chairs, porcelain bottles, screens and other items placed inside.
The fat man touched it with his hand and found that it was covered with dust. It seemed that as the second young master said, no one had been here for a long time, and there was even a dull atmosphere floating in the air.
Walking further inside, I encountered several large wooden bookshelves, which were dark and antique. But what surprised the fat man was that the material of these bookshelves seemed a bit strange. When he touched it with his hand, there was a faint cold air. .
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