The living room in the courtyard.
Red Candle glowed steadily, casting its light over a series of anxious faces.
Everyone leaned forward to peer outside, fists clenched, hands and feet trembling so badly they could hardly breathe.
Everyone knew perfectly well that if Chen Mo lost, they wouldn't make it out alive either. They were all practically praying for Xie Cui to die. Only Li Yu lay beside the living-room threshold, shouting himself hoarse, "Don't hurt my wife!"
If Li Wenqing hadn't held him down, Li Yu would surely have rushed out to fight Chen Mo to the death.
Just then, the sounds of battle outside came to a stop, and everything fell silent.
The servants and maids couldn't see what was happening outside the courtyard, so they stared fixedly at the gap in the collapsed courtyard wall and began whispering anxiously.
"The fight's over. I wonder if Second Young Master won?"
"Second Young Master had the upper hand the whole time. He was beating that ghost senseless. He must've won."
"I wouldn't be so sure. It was a ghost, after all. It could possess someone. What if it possessed Young Master..."
"Spit, spit, spit! Shut your damn mouth, or I'll rip that crow's beak right off you."
Just then, a woman shoved through the crowd and hurried outside. It was Lin Yu Lan, who had suddenly broken free of Chen Yin Fu's grasp and was now pushing through the crowd like a madwoman. Tears blurred her eyes as she kept murmuring, "Second Young Master."
Chen Yin Fu suddenly came to his senses and shouted, "Quick, stop Lin Yu Lan!"
Only then did a few servants snap out of it. They rushed forward and grabbed Lin Yu Lan tight.
Unable to break free, Lin Yu Lan cried out in anguish,