The remark stunned everyone. Yuan Shanyuan had just said the owner of this house was dead, and the very next moment they heard that the master had returned. The contradiction hit them like a slap in the face.
More unsettling was the servant's choice of words: "Something's wrong! The master's back again!" It sounded as if the servant was terrified, as though what had returned wasn't the master but a ghost.
At that, the Second Young Master hurried into the residence with Laifu supporting him. Even his unsteady steps quickened.
Everyone followed behind the Second Young Master, warily observing their surroundings.
The residence covered a vast area, and its decor was rather antiquated, but the grounds were dim overall. Red and white lanterns hung beneath the eaves, like eyes hidden in the depths of the night, watching the living who entered the estate.
The scene stirred the Fatty's fear. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he had a feeling that the night would be anything but peaceful.
Soon, they reached the main hall. A crowd had gathered outside its doors. Suddenly, someone spotted Jiang Cheng and the others and cried excitedly, "The Second Young Master is back!"
In an instant, the crowd surged toward them as if they'd seen their savior. Among them were women dressed in fine silk, supported by handsome young men, as well as maids and servants in noticeably plainer clothes. Several burly men stood nearby holding torches, likely guards or household martial artists.
To everyone's surprise, the Second Young Master looked displeased when he saw them. He immediately scolded them, "Why are you all gathered here? Do you want to make things even more chaotic?"
"The master, he..."
"Don't you know what will happen if word of this gets out? All of you, go back!"