The old woman at the head of the group, with an arrogant expression, hands on her hips, chin slightly raised, said in a sharp tone:

"Young Madam, stop dawdling. The Old Madam is waiting for you to pay your respects! You can't be so disrespectful."

Several servants nearby immediately chimed in, saying all at once, "That's right, young mistress, hurry up and go."

Chu Wuyang frowned, his handsome brows furrowing in impatience, and crossed his arms.

"No, let's go!"

The old woman always boasted to the servants about her seniority.

She's been with the old lady since she was young, through thick and thin, never abandoning her. No wonder the host family has to give her face.

Accustomed to relying on their age and status, and with a small family, the Jing family didn't bother to restrain these people.

Chu Wuyang's rudeness has left her humiliated in public.

Enraged, she waved her hand, directing the others.

"Take the young mistress to the old lady's place."

Several old women immediately swarmed forward and began pushing and shoving.

Chu Wuyang had no idea they would dare to be so audacious, resorting to force. She struggled fiercely, shouting, "Let me go!"

But her strength seemed so weak in front of this group of uncouth people; she was no match for their brute force.

Aunt Rong was also pacing anxiously on the sidelines.

"Oh dear! Let go of him! What if you hurt him!"

In her panic, she thought of calling Jingmin.

A servant nearby noticed her actions and shouted loudly.

"Stop her,"

The security guards who had accompanied her immediately stopped Aunt Rong.

The scene became chaotic at one point.

During the shoving, Chu Wuyang stumbled, lost her balance, and fell directly into the garden's swimming pool.

With a "plop," water splashed everywhere.

In a daze, the fear deep in Chu Wuyang's memory was instantly awakened.

Her eyes were filled with terror, and her face turned deathly pale. The pool water seemed to transform into a horrible nightmare, enveloping her completely.

She struggled desperately, but her limbs seemed to be bound by fear, and she kept sinking.

Terrifying memories kept flashing through her mind, making her even more panicked.

The servants panicked; some gaped, their faces filled with astonishment and bewilderment; others cried out anxiously:

"What should we do?"

The old woman at the head of the group panicked, but tried to remain calm and shouted:

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and fish them out!"

In an instant, the garden was in complete chaos.

———

Chu Wuyang slowly opened her eyes as she vaguely smelled a faint sandalwood scent.

What came into view was a completely unfamiliar environment; it seemed to be—a Buddhist sanctuary.

A dark and unfamiliar Buddhist room.

Chu Wuyang's originally dark and bright eyes instantly turned terrified as she found herself in this unfamiliar and eerie Buddhist room.

Her uneasy eyes darted around.

Her long eyelashes were still covered with glistening water droplets, which shimmered in the dim light as if they had been soaked with tears.

Her hair was wet and hung down, falling messily around her cheeks.

The damp dress clung tightly to her shapely body, and one could almost clearly see her slightly trembling form.

She frowned deeply, her eyes wide open, as if she were witnessing a terrifying scene beyond imagination.

She couldn't wait to examine her body, and when she found that she was completely unharmed...

She breathed a long sigh of relief, and the tension and fear on her face seemed to ease a little.

She sat on the futon, looking at her soaking wet appearance, her heart filled with unknown fear and doubt.

She wasn't even sure if she was still in the manor villa, or what purpose those people had in bringing her here.

——

Despite the excruciating pain in her head, Chu Wuyang struggled to stand up from the prayer mat.

Her body swayed slightly from weakness, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

She staggered toward the door of the Buddhist chamber, a door that looked terrifyingly heavy, as if it were cast from thick steel.

The surface of the door is covered with mottled rust, as if it has undergone countless years of erosion and the baptism of wind and rain.

When she pushed the door with both hands, she heard only a dull "bang, bang," an echo that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

The sounds outside were clearly audible, and the faint voices, at this moment, sounded...

It was like the whispers of a demon, making her increasingly tense and fearful.

She pounded on the door with all her might, but the door wouldn't budge, as if it were defying her.

Her palms were red from clapping, and the pain spread from her palms throughout her body, but the door remained unresponsive.

She finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed weakly by the door, curling up into a ball.

The surrounding air seemed to turn icy cold, filled with a chilling atmosphere.

The light in the Buddhist room seemed to have become even dimmer.

The few dappled rays of light filtering through the leaves seemed to have lost their warmth, appearing particularly eerie.

Chu Wuyang stared wide-eyed at the scenery before her, which was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, her pupils dilating rapidly.

Then he fell into a coma again.

The unknown and danger outside seemed to be approaching her step by step.

——

Upon waking from her deep sleep again, Chu Wuyang, still not fully awake, felt a strange sensation.

It felt as if something cold was crawling all over my body.

Terrified, she instinctively began to dodge desperately, her face instantly showing extreme fear, her eyes wide open as if they were about to burst into flames.

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