Chapter 1220 Fingers

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 mansion. This slap in the face came too suddenly.

What was even more subtle was the servant's wording. Oh no, the master is back again! The servant seemed very scared, as if it was not the master who came back, but a ghost.

Hearing this, the second young master, supported by Lai Fu, quickly walked towards the mansion, 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 was large and the decoration was quite old, but the overall environment was relatively dim. The red and white lanterns hanging under the eaves of various places were like eyes hidden in the depths of the dark night, spying on the living people entering the mansion.

Similar scenes aroused the fear in the fat man's heart, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He had a premonition that tonight would definitely not be peaceful.

Soon, everyone came to the main hall. Many people gathered in front of the main hall. Suddenly, someone looked at Jiang Cheng and others and said excitedly: "The second young master is back!"

Instantly, everyone seemed to see a savior and surrounded him. Among them were women wearing silk and satin, supported by a handsome boy, as well as maids and servants who were obviously dressed worse. At this moment, there were several strong men holding torches and surrounding them. They should be the role of guards.

Unexpectedly, the second young master looked very ugly when he saw them, and directly scolded: "What are you all doing here? Are you still worried that things are not chaotic enough?"

"Master..."

"Don't you know the consequences of this matter? Go back!" Because of excitement, the second young master's originally pale face actually showed a strange redness.

Although he was emotional, the sound he made was not loud, and it sounded more like a roar.

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

Everyone noticed that some women secretly wiped their tears when they left. They could see their sad emotions, but the deeper level of fear hidden under the grief was fear.

After sending these people away, the second young master slowly turned around, with a complicated look between his eyebrows, "Masters, no matter what you see later, please don't be surprised, let alone be afraid. At least tonight I can guarantee your absolute safety."

"Thank you for your reminder, second young master." 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, and light shone through the crack of the door. He stretched out his hand, put it on the door, hesitated for a moment, and gently pushed the door open.

Several white candles were burning in the hall, and a person stood in the center.

The candlelight jumped from time to time, reflecting the person's face in a flickering manner.

Even though they had been 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 was even more bizarre was that the corpse stood stiffly, with its left arm stretched out, pointing straight in one direction, its mouth wide open at an angle that a living person could never do, and its purple tongue hanging down.

"Don't be afraid, masters. This is my father. He is already...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 keep this posture until dawn." The second young master's voice sounded full of pain.

"Is it like this every day?"

"Yes, every day. The first time was on the night of the burial. At night, the servants heard someone knocking on the door. As a result, they opened the door and were almost scared to death. When I heard the news and rushed over, my father's body was already standing here, in this posture."

"We, as children, thought that my father had some unfulfilled wishes, or that he was reluctant to leave us, and that he had something to explain, but no matter how we cried or how we persuaded, my father's body did not move, let alone say a word. He just stood there until dawn, and then my father suddenly fell down . "

Speaking of this, the second young master showed an embarrassed expression, "Masters, you also know that such a weird thing happened in the family. If it spreads out, the reputation accumulated by our Wu family over the years will be ruined. So we immediately arranged for people to transport my father's body away and rebury it in the tomb before dawn."

"After doing all this, we found someone to repair the tomb, performed the ritual again, and burned a lot of paper money for my father. I thought the matter was over, but I didn't expect..." The second young master suddenly paused and looked at his left leg.

Everyone understood that it seemed that there was more than one strange thing in the Wu family, and the second young master's leg disease was also related to this matter.

But now is not the time to discuss this. Everyone is a person who has survived the mission again and again, and the psychological quality is different from ordinary people. They quickly stabilized their position and began to look at the body.

The wrinkles on the corpse's face were quite obvious, and most of the hair and beard had turned white. He had a big braid behind his head, which looked like an old man from the previous dynasty. At this moment, his two thick eyelids were strangely drooping halfway, revealing the yellow whites of his eyes, and his expression was very strange.

Approaching Mr. Wu's body, a mixture of corpse odor and blood wafted into his nose.

Naturally, everyone looked in the direction of Mr. Wu's finger. In a more remote corner, there was a tightly closed wooden door, which was pitch black and looked very old.

"What is that place?" Luo Tianhe asked.

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

"Are you sure nothing will happen tonight?" Luo Tianhe changed the subject 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: "Of course, please rest assured, masters."

"In that case, we want to go into the warehouse to take a look. I wonder if it is convenient?"

"Of course, it's just that no one has been in the warehouse for a long time, it's a bit dirty, masters, please bear with it." After the second young master finished speaking, he told Lai Fu, Lai Fu took a candlestick, and the group came to the wooden door.

The wooden door was not locked, Lai Fu pushed it hard and it opened. There was indeed a warehouse inside, with some old wooden tables, chairs, porcelain bottles, screens and other things.

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

Walking further inside, we came across several large wooden bookshelves, which were black and antique. However, what surprised the fat man was that the material of the bookshelves seemed a bit strange. When he touched them, he felt a chill.

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