Chapter 263 Young Master

The next morning, Jiang Cheng, who was still lingering in bed, was awakened by the fat man. Xia Meng took advantage of Jiang Cheng sitting up and waking up to sleep for another half an hour.

When the sun rose completely, footsteps came from far away outside the door. Because the house was quiet, the footsteps were very clear.

"Dear doctors," the voice of the woman who led the way yesterday came from outside the door, "please come out for breakfast."

When Jiang Cheng sneakily opened the door, the middle-aged woman was standing outside the door, but the woman still had that dead face, like an extra who didn't get a box lunch after getting off work late.

At this time, Jiang Cheng and his friends saw that the people in the other two rooms had also come out, gathered together, looking at them, and seemed to be whispering something.

Jiang Cheng and his friends were relieved. They felt an uneasy atmosphere from their teammates, which meant that they also heard the weird singing last night.

And it was not just them who heard it.

This is very important.

The middle-aged woman took them around the lake for a distance, and a bluestone road meandered to a pavilion on the lake.

The pavilion was not deep in the lake, and was only about ten meters away from the shore. When they first arrived yesterday, they also noticed this quiet pavilion.

There was a wooden square table in the pavilion, on which were placed exquisite dishes, wine, cakes and so on, and a circle of chairs with backrests around the square table.

When everyone sat down, the woman stood on the shore about ten meters behind them, staring at this place with a pair of eyes that could not describe what she felt, as if she wanted to remember all these people in her heart.

The dishes were very delicious, but under such a sight, how could they be in the mood to eat.

Everyone looked at each other, and took the opportunity of eating to talk about what happened last night in a low voice.

Sure enough, everyone heard the ethereal singing, but what the fat man did not expect was

"You said there were people dancing on the lake?" It was Zuo Jing who spoke, and she did not deliberately suppress her voice, and her performance was a little sudden.

Whether she was frightened by Zuo Jing's sudden tone or she had not yet recovered from the shock of last night, Tang Shirou, who was already trembling, looked even paler at this moment, as if the blood color had faded.

"Yes, yes," she gritted her teeth and said, "After I heard the sound last night, I looked out curiously, and I saw a figure dancing on the lake."

Tang Shirou's tongue was trembling, probably because she recalled the strange scene at that time.

The fat man subconsciously looked at An Xuan, but found that the latter was lowering his head and eating the dishes on the plate slowly, and there was a bowl of steaming soup next to the plate.

"What kind of figure?" Xia Meng asked.

"I don't know," Tang Shirou shook her head, "I really don't know, there is fog outside, I only saw a blurry figure, but it should be a woman."

"The figure is very thin, looks very thin." She added hurriedly.

Everyone heard the singing last night. They could fully understand Tang Shirou's fear at the moment, and in their intentional or unintentional eyes looking at Tang Shirou, they also had a little bit of imperceptible pity.

As a newcomer, her mission has ended.

Although the first person to see a ghost does not necessarily mean the first to die, the possibility should be the greatest, and according to her description, I am afraid that the story of this ghost

"Dear doctors," a ghostly voice suddenly came from not far away, and everyone immediately looked towards the shore. The middle-aged woman was standing there, and her posture did not change.

"Please follow me after dinner," her voice was flat and cold, like a repeater, and everyone felt very uncomfortable. "Butler Zhou is still waiting for you, saying that he has something to explain."

After following the middle-aged woman away, they walked a considerable distance, and about 10 minutes later, they stopped in a larger courtyard, which was obviously much more magnificent than where they lived.

In the courtyard, three people had already stopped here.

The leader was a short middle-aged man with small eyes that were slightly squinting, a hooked nose, a mustache, a narrow and long face, and a very distinctive appearance, but his clothes were obviously much more gorgeous than those of the others.

Another younger woman and a fierce man who looked like a door god who had just been seen yesterday followed the middle-aged man.

"This should be the housekeeper Zhou. Everyone pay attention to his every word and action." When he was still some distance away from the middle-aged man, the mature and steady Qin Jian lowered his voice and said.

Just like yesterday, a group of people slowly stood in front of everyone, with no emotion on their faces.

"My surname is Zhou, and I am the housekeeper of Mr. Huang's family. I am responsible for all the food, clothing and expenses of all the doctors here." The housekeeper Zhou's facial muscles were stiff, and he exuded a strange aura.

Housekeeper Zhou ignored everyone's reactions and continued to talk on his own. From him, everyone roughly understood the era and background of this mission.

Chen Qiang was right, this was indeed the Song Dynasty.

The owner of this house was surnamed Huang. He was once a famous tea merchant in the local area. After making enough money, he donated a miscellaneous official position and then lived out his days at home.

Because he was kind and willing to help poor people, he was given the title of Huang the Great Good Man, and he had a very good reputation in the local area.

But good people are not rewarded. Mr. Huang's only son suffered from a rare madness. He was crazy all day long, locked himself in the attic, and did not see anyone. Moreover,

Speaking of this, Butler Zhou suddenly paused, then raised his head and looked at them one by one with a strange look. Everyone who was swept by his eyes had a strange feeling of being penetrated by the light.

"Did you hear any strange noises last night?" Butler Zhou suddenly asked.

"No," An Xuan answered the question for everyone. He nodded slightly and said very naturally: "We were all tired yesterday, so we went to bed very early."

After hearing this answer, Butler Zhou's mouth corners suddenly curled up, and his slightly narrowed eyes became more and more elusive. "Is that so," he suddenly smiled, "It would be best if we didn't disturb the doctors' rest."

"Butler Zhou, what are you talking about?" An Xuan blinked in confusion, "What disturbed our rest?"

With that elegant appearance, An Xuan is the kind of person who is very easy to get others' favor, even trust. Of course, it is only for people like Tang Shirou. For people like Jiangcheng Xia Meng, it is useless.

But for some reason, Butler Zhou actually explained, "Since he became insane, the young master has had a very strange habit," he stared at An Xuan and said slowly, "He only comes out at night and sings on the lake."