Chapter 581
To be honest, too many people died last night. The explorers' mental state is on the verge of collapse. If more people die this morning, I'm afraid many of them will completely break down.
This is not what Lady Water and Aunt Lin wanted to see.
If they spoil the young mistress's mood, they'll definitely be fired on the spot.
Anyway, we've already done the screening last night, so the ghosts in the old house will temporarily put away their fangs and let their prey live a day or two longer.
In any case, we cannot afford to make any mistakes in the front yard today.
Aunt Lin directed the explorers to stand on both sides, straighten their posture, and smile! Do you understand how to smile?
The explorers, their faces stiff with smiles: Damn, I'm so tired!
Their eyes darted around as they cautiously surveyed their surroundings. A red carpet was laid out, adorned with various precious flowers, and the hall had been renovated with new paintings and screens, decorated with priceless antique vases...
Anyone who didn't know better would think it was an ancient empress returning to her parents' home!
Fang Xingyan remained silent, his gaze fixed on the hanging flower gate that connected to the inner courtyard.
Suddenly, the bright and solemn sound of chime bells rang out, followed by beautiful music.
Petals fluttered in the air as a maid in an ice-blue dress gracefully emerged, carrying an incense burner. Immediately following was a group of ghosts dressed as ancient eunuchs carrying an extremely luxurious and prestigious eight-fragrance palanquin, with countless beautiful maids surrounding it like stars around the moon…
The explorers were stunned by the grand procession, which resembled that of an ancient empress.
Sitting in the sedan chair, Wen Xin, who was in the center of the room, also had a somewhat dazed look in her eyes.
Who would believe that this was the simplest ceremony she had ever come up with after repeatedly asking Mo'er to simplify all procedures and ceremonies, a ceremony that both Steward Song and Mo'er found unacceptable and extremely unfair.
After all, in Butler Song's understanding, when the great gods and spirits traveled, a five-clawed golden dragon pulled the carriage, and phoenixes sang together. All gods, ghosts, demons and monsters in the human world had to prostrate themselves and kneel to welcome them.
Therefore, when the young lady goes out, especially in front of outsiders, how can the procession not be grand?
Not only could Steward Song not accept it, but if the Ghost God woke up and felt that they had mistreated the young mistress, who could bear the consequences?
Wen Xin: "..."
It's not that exaggerated, it's really not that exaggerated.
How about we keep a low profile?
Butler Song and Mo'er, along with the other ghosts and monsters: Keep a low profile? Impossible, they'd rather die than keep a low profile.
Wen Xin silently covered her face: Fine, whatever makes you happy.
She just really felt that this way of making her entrance would be seen as a monkey show by the scoundrel male lead and his gang.
Ugh, she was so embarrassed she wanted to scratch the wall.
Mo'er said menacingly: Anyone who dares to disrespect you, Madam, may be torn to shreds!
Wen Xin: "..." Peace, peace!
Although she also really wanted to kill the male lead.
As the sedan chair carrying the eight fragrant treasures stepped out of the hanging flower gate, Fang Xingyan and the other explorers felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them, and they couldn't help but kneel down on the ground.
The sedan chair landed, and Mo'er respectfully and carefully helped Wen Xin out.
Amidst a swirling expanse of icy blue silk, a striking red skirt embroidered with layers of peonies gleamed with unparalleled elegance as it slowly passed before the explorers' eyes.
But no one dared to look up and peek at the mysterious lady.
"Why are all the guests kneeling?"
The beautiful and melodious female voice drifted into their ears on the gentle breeze.
Fang Xingyan and Shang Ruru's expressions changed drastically instantly, because they were all too familiar with that voice.
The two couldn't help but look up. The familiar girl was dressed in ancient costume, her red dress as red as fire, her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting, and her smile as charming as a newlywed bride. There was not a trace of the tragic despair they had imagined, that she had suffered torture and died in the old house.
How could that be...
"Shang Xin! How could it be you? How are you still alive?"
Compared to Fang Xingyan, Shang Ruru was even more impatient and couldn't accept that her disliked younger sister was not only alive and well, but was living a much more comfortable life than her.
Therefore, her words were full of jealousy and malice.
"presumptuous."
Before Wen Xin could react, two maids stepped forward and forced Shang Ruru to kneel on the ground again, slapping her face several times.
Where Wen Xin couldn't see, all the ghosts stared at Shang Ruru with bloodthirsty and terrifying eyes.
If it weren't for the fear of frightening the young mistress, Shang Ruru would have been torn to shreds by now, soul and all.
Shang Ruru, who was initially filled with unease and anger upon seeing Wen Xin, stared wide-eyed in fear, her legs went weak, and her body trembled like a leaf.
She almost forgot that this was an ancient mansion teeming with ghosts and cannibals, a terrifying place where people could die at any moment.
But why is it that little bitch Shang Xin can become the high and mighty lady of the old mansion?
Who is she? And what gives her the right?
However, just as she began to harbor malice towards Wen Xin, she suddenly screamed in agony, as if she had been stuffed into a meat grinder.
Pain, excruciating pain!
Aside from her pale complexion, she had no injuries whatsoever, as if she were simply... having an episode?
"Help, help..."
Shang Ruru reached out to Fang Xingyan in anguish, pleading for help.
Fang Xingyan ignored her and stared at Wen Xin with complicated eyes. However, she seemed not to see him and only looked at Shang Ruru with a surprised expression.
He caught his breath and couldn't help but recall how, no matter where he was, she could always spot him and find him in the vast sea of people, giving him a shy and innocent smile.
now……
"You... Shang Ruru? What are you doing at the old house?"
Wen Xin murmured in confusion.
She was genuinely puzzled because Shang Ruru had never been an explorer in her previous life, nor had she ever entered the old house.
Uh, has the plot gone awry again?
As for Shang Ruru rolling on the ground in pain, Wen Xin looked even more innocent, asking Mo'er as if in shock and helplessness, "Is she sick?"
Mo'er gave Shang Ruru a sinister look, then said softly to the young mistress, "That should be it. This servant will have someone take her down to see a doctor."
Do we have a doctor in our house?
"Yes, madam, there is a medical team staying at the West Garden."
From ancient times to the present, there have been quite a few doctors who died unjustly and became vengeful ghosts.
Well, practicing medicine is actually quite high-risk. Putting aside other factors, there are natural disasters like plagues and man-made disasters like medical disputes. Throughout history, many doctors have died because of these two things, and many of them either harbor resentment or are filled with hatred after their deaths.
Since the young mistress arrived at the old mansion, the group of doctor ghosts who used to be inconspicuous have been directly recruited by the ghost god.
After all, the young lady is human and needs medical resources.
Of course, the doctors in Xiyuan are just normal doctors when they are dealing with the young lady, but when it comes to this bunch of trash, tsk tsk, who knows?
Well, there's no need to tell the young mistress about this.
Wen Xin nodded in a seemingly innocent manner, "With so many people in the house, it's reassuring to have a medical team around if someone has a fever or other minor ailment."
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