619. Detective Novels Are All Written This Way

Watching Lily lie on the sofa with her breathing restored to normal, Lu Ban looked at the people in the room.

Several people had gathered together again.

As for the servants, they had not been summoned and were still dutifully going about their business.

"There's wealth belonging to Daoist He Ming in this house. No wonder Father's health improved so much after moving in, and he even looks younger."

Rum glanced at Lily, whose eyes were tightly shut, and spoke awkwardly.

"Mr. Stone, you'll help us find that thing, right?"

"I can only promise to do my best. But if we encounter serious danger, I may have to reassess the price of this commission."

Stone replied without much emotion.

"She was possessed by a ghost?"

Emma asked curiously.

"Something like that."

Stone answered.

"This house contains not only Daoist He Ming's wealth, but also his curse. If we can't avoid the curse, everyone will die. You and I won't be exceptions."

"But these servants have lived here for years, and so has the butler. None of them have encountered any danger. How do you explain that?"

Rum countered.

"Perhaps Miss Lily accidentally touched one of Daoist He Ming's relics."

Stone looked around the room and spoke with great seriousness.

His words made Emma and Rum tremble slightly. The two of them suspiciously inspected every corner of the room, afraid that something might suddenly leap out and kill them.

"Shouldn't we wait for Master Byron to arrive?"

Emma asked.

"It's uncertain when he'll arrive. For everyone's safety, I need to inspect your rooms first and make sure there are no problems."

Stone continued.

Having everyone sleep in Lily's room was obviously impossible, and they would never agree to it. In the end, everyone would return to their own rooms, so Stone