Chapter 1219 Fingers
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 was a slap in the face. It was too sudden.
What is even more subtle is the wording of the servant. Oh no, sir, he is 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.
Hearing that the second young master quickly walked towards the mansion with the support of Laifu, 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. .
Similar scenes aroused fear in the fat man's heart, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He had a hunch 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 they all They gathered around, including 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 several powerful men holding torches and surrounding them. , should be a role like a guardian martial artist.
Unexpectedly, the second young master looked very ugly when he saw them, and directly reprimanded: "What are you all gathering here for? Are you still worried that things are not chaotic enough?"
"Master..."
"Don't you know what the consequences will be if this matter is made 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 excited, the sound he made was not loud, it sounded more like a low growl.
The second young master seemed to be very prestigious 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 their tears when they left, showing their sadness, but the deeper layer hidden beneath 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. 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 dim and bright.
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 weirder is that the corpse stands stiffly, with its left arm stretched out, 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 his father was buried, his body would return to the house every day, and then...then come here, keeping This posture will last 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. At night, the servant heard someone knocking on the door. When he opened the door, he was almost killed. I was 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 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. He kept going like this until it was almost dawn, and then his father suddenly collapsed."
At this point, the second young master showed a troubled expression, "You masters also know that if something like this happens in the family, it will happen. If word got out, the reputation our Wu family had accumulated over the years would be ruined, so we immediately arranged for people to transport our father's body away before dawn and rebury it back in the tomb."
" After doing all this, we found someone to repair the tomb, performed 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. He looked towards his left leg.
Everyone understands this. It seems that this is not the only strange thing happening in the Wu family. 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 time and time again. 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 I got closer to Mr. Wu’s body, a smell of corpse odor and blood hit my nostrils.
Naturally, everyone looked in the direction of Mr. Wu's finger. There was a closed wooden door in a 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 to you 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 in the end he 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 Take a look, is it convenient? "
"Of course, no one has been in the warehouse for a long time, and it is quite dirty. The masters should be more careful." After the second young master finished speaking, he ordered Laifu. Laifu took a candlestick and the group came to the wooden door.
The wooden door had no lock. Laifu pushed hard and it opened. It 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 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 I touched it with my hand, it turned out that There was a faint chill. (End of this chapter)