That sentence really shocked everyone. Yuan Shanyuan had just said that the owner of this house was dead, and the next second, they heard that the master had returned. This slap in the face came too suddenly.

More subtly, the servant's wording was, "It's terrible, the master is back again!" It gave the impression that the servant was very frightened, as if it wasn't the master returning, but a ghost.

Hearing this, the second young master, supported by Lai Fu, quickly walked towards the mansion, his staggering steps quickening slightly.

The group followed behind the second young master, cautiously observing their surroundings.

The mansion was large and decorated in a rather old-fashioned style, but the overall environment was dim. The red and white lanterns hanging under the eaves of various buildings were like eyes hidden in the dark night, spying on the living who entered the mansion.

A similar scene stirred up the fear in Fatty's heart, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He had a premonition that tonight would definitely not be peaceful.

Soon, the group arrived at the main hall. Many people were gathered in front of the main hall. Suddenly, someone looked towards Jiang Cheng and the others and exclaimed excitedly, "The second young master is back!"

In an instant, everyone seemed to see a savior and surrounded him. Among them were women dressed in silk and satin, supported by handsome young men, as well as maids and servants dressed in noticeably poorer clothes. At the moment, there were also several strong men holding torches, surrounding the area, likely martial arts instructors acting as bodyguards.

Unexpectedly, the second young master's face was very ugly when he saw them, and he scolded directly, "What are you all doing here? Are you worried that things aren't chaotic enough?"

"The master, he..."

"Don't you know the consequences of spreading this matter? All of you, go back!" Because of his excitement, the second young master's originally pale face actually flushed with an unusual red.

Although his emotions were agitated, his voice wasn't loud, sounding more like a low growl.

The second young master seemed to have a lot of prestige among this group of people. Under his insistence, the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only a few strong bodyguards to guard the area.

Everyone noticed that some of the female family members secretly wiped away tears as they left, showing sad emotions, but hidden deeper beneath the grief was fear.

After dismissing these people, the second young master slowly turned around, a complex expression appearing between his brows, "Masters, no matter what you see later, please don't be surprised, and even more so, don't be afraid. At least tonight, I can guarantee your absolute safety."

"Thank you for the second young master's reminder," the group said in unison.

The second young master was helped up the steps leading to the hall. The doors of the hall were tightly closed, and light shone out along the seams. He reached out and placed his hand on the door, hesitating for a moment before gently pushing it open.

Inside the hall, several white candles burned dimly. In the very center stood a person.

The candlelight flickered from time to time, casting the person's face in alternating light and shadow.

Even though they had prepared themselves mentally, this sudden scene still gave everyone a harsh lesson, because this person was wearing a black shroud. This wasn't a living person, but a corpse!

Even more eerie, the corpse stood stiffly, its left arm stretched out straight, pointing in a direction. Its mouth was gaping wide at an angle that a living person could never achieve, and its purplish-blue tongue hung down.

"Masters, don't be afraid. This is my father. He's already... already dead. But the strange thing is, since Father was buried, his corpse returns to the house every day, and then... then comes here, maintaining this pose, until dawn." The second young master's voice sounded full of pain.

"This happens every day?"

"Yes, every day. The first time was on the night of the burial. In the middle of the night, the servant heard someone knocking on the door. When he opened the door, he was almost scared to death. By the time I heard the news and rushed over, Father's corpse was already standing here, in this pose."

"We children thought that Father had some unfinished wish, or that he couldn't bear to leave us and had something to tell us. But no matter how much we cried, how much we pleaded, Father's corpse remained motionless, and he didn't say a word. He just stood there until dawn was almost breaking, and then Father suddenly fell down."

Speaking of this, the second young master revealed a troubled expression, "As the masters know, if such an evil thing happens in the family and it gets out, all the reputation that our Wu family has accumulated over the years will be ruined. So we took advantage of the fact that it wasn't dawn yet and immediately arranged for people to transport Father's corpse away and rebury it in the tomb."

"After doing all this, we also had someone repair the tomb and redo the ritual, burning a lot of paper money for Father. Originally, we thought that this matter would end like this, but unexpectedly..." The second young master suddenly paused, his gaze turning to his left leg.

Everyone understood. It seemed that the strange events in the Wu family were not limited to this one, and the second young master's leg disease was also related to this matter.

But now was not the time to discuss this. Everyone here had survived missions time and time again, and their mental fortitude was extraordinary. They quickly steadied themselves and began to examine the corpse.

The wrinkles on the corpse's face were quite obvious, and most of his beard and hair had turned white. He wore a long braid behind his head, somewhat resembling the style of a former dynasty loyalist. At the moment, his heavy eyelids were drooping down halfway in a bizarre manner, revealing yellowish whites of his eyes, making his expression extremely strange.

Getting closer to Master Wu's corpse, a smell mixed with the stench of decay and blood assaulted their nostrils.

Naturally, everyone followed the direction of Master Wu's finger, looking towards a more secluded corner where there was a tightly closed wooden door that was painted black and looked very old.

"What is that place?" Luo Tianhe asked.

"It's a storage room in the house, used to store some old items," the second young master replied.

"Are you sure that nothing will happen tonight?" Luo Tianhe changed the subject, looking very seriously at the second young master.

The latter was taken aback by Luo Tianhe's sudden change in attitude, but in the end, he nodded and said in a soft but very formal voice, "That's for sure, please rest assured, masters."

"In that case, we would like to go into the storage room and take a look. I wonder if that's convenient?"

"Of course, it's just that no one has been to the storage room for a long time, so it's quite dirty and messy. Please bear with it, masters." After the second young master finished speaking, he instructed Lai Fu. Lai Fu took a candlestick, and the group went to the wooden door.

The wooden door was not locked. Lai Fu pushed it open with force, revealing a storage room indeed. There were some old wooden tables, chairs, porcelain vases, screens, and the like.

Fatty touched them with his hand, and they were covered in dust. It seemed that, as the second young master had said, no one had been here for a long time, and even the air was filled with a stuffy atmosphere.

Walking further inside, they encountered several large wooden bookshelves, painted black and antique in style. But what surprised Fatty slightly was that the material of these bookshelves seemed somewhat peculiar. When he touched them, they actually faintly exuded a chill.