That night.
Steward Hu kept feeling that outside was pitch-black, with gusts of Yin Wind blowing. Trembling, he hid beneath the covers and did not dare show his head. Yet the more nervous he became, the less he could sleep, and the more he could not sleep, the more urgently he needed to relieve himself. He wanted to get up for the night, but after looking at the pitch-black darkness outside, he chose to hold it in with all his might.
He kept praying for dawn to come quickly, but the more awake he was, the longer dawn refused to arrive. In the end, he could not hold it any longer.
In the darkness, Steward Hu wore a blissful expression...
The landlady merely felt that the blankets were warm. Warm was good; it made catching a chill less likely. She turned over, pressed down on the warm blankets, and slept soundly, her snores shaking the heavens.
What Steward Hu could not see was that the Eight Trigrams Mirror hanging from his roof shone much brighter than usual!
Steward Hu had shamelessly begged this Eight Trigrams Mirror from a friend because he wanted a bargain. He had never imagined it was a genuine, useful item rather than one of those showy fakes sold at roadside stalls.
Fortunately, the vengeful ghost had not come to claim lives. The hired hands and servants living in the courtyard had merely suffered nightmares, dreaming of evil ghosts clinging to them...
The entire night was agony. Steward Hu relaxed himself beneath the covers a total of three times.
Who knew how long passed before the sky gradually brightened.
Steward Hu had deliberately risen early today, fleeing before the tiger at home could mock and scold him. Tiptoeing out with his clothes and trousers in hand, he