Good luck in opening your business
After obtaining the information he wanted, Ruan Yunsheng stepped out of the gate of Qinglong Temple and watched the curl of incense slowly rise.
"How's the investigation going?"
Song Tinghe floated to her side: "The monk didn't lie, Liangran is definitely not here."
"In that case, let's go." After saying that, he turned around and left without any mercy.
"Not continuing the investigation?" The Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Guards were puzzled. They spent so much time coming here just to listen to a story?
"Of course not."
Ruan Yunsheng paused, looking at everyone with a determined gaze, his tone solemn and forceful, "This matter is not simple. Who is Yao Niang? Is there someone behind her? What is their purpose? Why don't they just kill everyone in the Ye Mansion? Where did Liang Ran get the ancient book from? Is there any connection between the two?"
"We can't find any further clues at the moment. Instead of searching aimlessly, we might as well..." She winked playfully, with the vigor and vitality that should be expected of her age.
"Let the real murderer come to us himself."
"Oh, I see. We can use our haunted house." Song Tinghe raised her pretty little face and looked at Ruan Yunsheng with admiration.
It was obvious that Ruan Yunsheng enjoyed it very much. He rubbed his head hard. "Hmm, it's so comfortable to feel furry. It's nice to have something physical. I can touch it."
"In that case, we'll leave first. The Black and White Impermanence." The Ox-Head and Horse-Face immediately disappeared from their sight.
"That's right!" Minotaur's voice faintly came from the teleportation array, "Don't forget my transfer!!!"
Ruan Yunsheng: “…”
How strong is this obsession? Is this job so tiring?
The sun was setting in the west. After they returned to Ye Mansion, they told Hua Rong the whole story. After listening, they began to plan their entrepreneurial journey.
"I've improved what I developed before. Come and try it out."
Ruan Yunsheng took out a big treasure from the house with excitement in his eyes. Before he showed it, a group of girls who had suffered greatly from it took a big step back.
"Haha, Miss, I suddenly remembered that I haven't washed my clothes yet. I'll leave first."
The smart A'Luo immediately made up an excuse and prepared to run away, but unexpectedly Ruan Yunsheng grabbed her by the scruff of the neck.
"Oops, my technique wasn't very good last time. I promise it will be fine this time."
"Oh?"
"What's the meaning?"
"have no idea."
The girls shook their heads, but their intuition told them that they should run quickly, otherwise it would be too late. The eye-irritating feeling from last time was still vivid in their minds, but after Ruan Yunsheng's repeated assurances, they still stayed half-believingly.
Ruan Yunsheng opened a carved wooden box, revealing several lavender candles neatly arranged inside. She proudly introduced them, "This is my newly developed rhino horn incense. Once lit, its medicinal properties will slowly seep in, making it less likely for guests to notice."
The incense and candles were lit, and wisps of green smoke rose, carrying a faint scent of locust trees. The girls were surprised to find that three strangers had appeared in the house without them noticing.
"This is An Yue, the victim of the Zhuang father and son." Ruan Yunsheng pointed at the woman in red floating in the air.
"Ye Qingwu, Ye Li's wife." The pale and beautiful young woman nodded slightly.
"Song Tinghe, uh..." Ruan Yunsheng paused, "He was picked up and has no identity."
The translucent boy curled his lips, floated to the beam, and hung upside down, making faces.
"Although we have never met before, we all know each other to a certain extent. We are old acquaintances, so don't be shy."
Ah Luo shrank her neck and asked timidly: "Last time, that guy with half a head..."
An Yue covered her lips and chuckled: "That guy with a bad taste asked me to scare you guys."
No need to think, who else could it be?
The girls all glared at Ruan Yunsheng, who quickly raised his hands in surrender and quickly redirected everyone's attention: "Now that the mystery of the Ye Mansion has been solved and everyone knows each other, we should officially prepare for the opening of the haunted house!"
She pulled out a piece of paper covered with dense words and quickly assigned tasks:
A Luo is responsible for the front desk explanation
Sister Qing is in charge of the accounts
Wan Niang plays the mistress of the Ye family
Ye Qingwu himself starred
An Yue plays the vicious Yao Niang
Huarong Xiaotao as a maid
Song Tinghe Atmosphere Group
"As for the protagonist, Ye Li..." Ruan Yunsheng smiled mysteriously, "Let the customers play the role themselves. After all, our highlight is the immersive experience."
"The other customers are all players. Their goal is to help the protagonist find out the truth behind the demise of the Ye Mansion. The time limit is two hours."
Ruan Yunsheng handed them each a script corresponding to their roles. "The opening is tentatively scheduled for three days. Everyone should rehearse as much as possible according to the script these days. After all, the truth of some parts is still unclear, so I made some minor changes to the ending."
In an instant, everyone started to get busy, even Huarong, who was usually the most mischievous, started to get serious.
Three days later, the streets and alleys of Chuzhou City were covered with propaganda posters painted with cinnabar.
"Do you want to know the truth behind the extermination of the Ye family?"
Below the large scarlet characters was a painting of the eerie gate of the Ye Mansion, with a few ghostly figures faintly visible through the cracks of the door. In the corner was a line of small words printed: "Ten taels of silver per person, guaranteed to be unforgettable."
"Hey, have you heard?" A tall, thin man at the tea stall winked. "Those girls who were previously harmed by the banker opened some kind of... haunted house in the Ye Mansion? And the leader is still that idiot the banker kept."
"What the hell is a haunted house?" the fat man next to him spat. "What a shameless bunch of girls! After what happened, they're still showing up in public. You sluts have no dignity left!"
Amidst the laughter, a burly man with a face full of flesh tore down a poster on the wall with a "swish" sound: "A bunch of stinking women don't even know how to run a business!"
He threw the shredded paper to the ground. "Haunted house? You're too scared to stay in that haunted house, so you need some guys to warm your bed?"
"Hahahahahaha." The whole room cheered.
Dirty words spread among the crowd like a poisonous snake, and suddenly, a low voice interrupted.
"Don't you want to know what happened in the Ye Mansion back then?"
Everyone turned around and saw a skinny man with a hunched back and a pair of round, triangular eyes embedded in his pointed face.
"So what?" The burly man sneered, "You don't really think those young ladies will understand the truth after just a few days in the Ye Mansion, do you? They're lucky they didn't die. Even the county magistrate couldn't figure this out back then!"
"What? Do you believe it?" The sturdy man glared with his eyes like copper bells, and slammed his palm as big as a palm fan on the table, making the tea bowls clink.
The skinny man shrank his neck like a frightened mouse. He rubbed his bony fingers, the grease from yesterday still sticking between his nails. "I'm just curious... What if it's true?"
He rolled his eyes, "What happened back then was so bizarre, it really seems like..."
Before the words "evil spirit is demanding my life" were uttered, a gust of cold wind suddenly swept through the tea stall, and everyone shuddered, and the hairs on the back of their necks stood up.
“Snap—”
The burly man slapped the skinny monkey on the back of the head: "I told you not to stop here and make such alarmist remarks! There are no ghosts in this world."
"That's right!" Everyone agreed hurriedly, not knowing whether they were trying to convince others or comfort themselves.
Suddenly, a weak voice came from the crowd: "Then why is it called the Haunted House? It really has nothing to do with ghosts?" The speaker was a short man. As soon as he finished speaking, he dived into the crowd like a loach, fearing that he would be beaten.
The sturdy man's face suddenly turned pale.
The skinny monkey took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire: "Why don't you go and test the waters?" He bared his teeth like a rat, "You're the bravest here!"
"Yes, that's right!" Everyone immediately became excited and started to cheer.
The burly man's Adam's apple rolled. He had only wanted to talk big and act like a hero, not really want to go to that haunted house. But now he was being watched by dozens of eyes, and he was in a dilemma.
"Let's go, let's go!" He stiffened his neck, but his tone rose an octave involuntarily. "I want to see what tricks these women can come up with!"
As the sun sets, the strong man is pushed by the crowd to the gate of Ye Mansion. On the mottled gate, the words "Ye Mansion" have faded. A few long pale ribbons are wrapped around the door knocker, swaying in the wind like the tongue of a hanged man.
“Squeak—”
The door suddenly opened a crack by itself.
The crack in the door was pitch black, like a silently grinning mouth. Everyone was frightened by the noise and stepped back in unison, but they couldn't help stretching their necks and squinting their eyes to peek through the crack.
The sturdy man's Adam's apple rolled, and his clothes on the back were soaked with cold sweat. He forced himself to take half a step forward and shouted at the top of his voice: "Pretending, pretending to be a ghost! Is there no one open for business?!"
The voice echoed in front of the empty mansion gate, but no one answered.
Time passed minute by minute, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded, and the shadow in front of the Ye Mansion became darker and darker. Beads of sweat rolled down the strong man's forehead, hitting the bluestone slabs with a light ticking sound.
The crowd behind him began to stir, and whispers snaked into his ears like poisonous snakes.
"Is it possible or not..."
"Is he scared to death?"
At this tense moment, there was a sudden commotion at the end of the street. An exquisite green silk sedan chair was carried by four strong servants and swayed towards this side. The curtain of the sedan chair was embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, and there were gilded bells hanging on the four corners, making crisp sounds with every step.
"It's the young master of the Qi family!" someone in the crowd whispered.
"His father is the richest businessman here, why is he joining in the fun?"
The sedan stopped steadily in front of the Ye Mansion. A bony hand lifted the curtain, revealing a pale and handsome face.
He was wearing a long gown with golden threads and a gold nugget hanging from his waist. He looked like a young man who had walked out of the palace.
"I heard that the truth behind the Ye Mansion's secret lies here?" Qi Mingxiu chuckled, his eyes sweeping over the burly man frozen in place. "Could it be that this brother is afraid? Why not let me go first?"
The strong man's face turned pale and blue, and he was about to refute when he heard a "bang" -
The gate of Ye Mansion suddenly opened!
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