"Ghosts patting your shoulders?" Luo Tianhe, a man of wide experience, stiffened.
Yuan Shanyuan let out a long breath and casually straightened his clothes. His composure returned as he said, "Yeah, ghosts patting your shoulders. I didn't expect those things to be so fierce. They actually tried to climb onto my shoulders and come out with me."
The fat man looked horrified. "Come out? From where?"
Now that the matter was over, no one dwelled on the question, and the fat man never got an answer. After all, there were more important things to do.
When they returned to the coffin, they saw that the ground around it was covered in dense footprints. After comparing them, they realized that every print had been left by one of them. It looked as though they had been walking in circles in the same spot.
They hoisted the coffin again and hurried toward the cemetery. Along the way, the fat man described everything he had seen in detail. When he mentioned that a group of women holding hands had blocked their path, Luo Tianhe and Yuan Shanyuan looked particularly grim.
"These women came for this coffin," Luo Tianhe said after thinking it over. "Their deaths were connected to the Wu family. I was wondering where the resentful infants came from. Now it seems these women must have had something to do with them too."
"Are you saying all these women were connected to Mr. Wu? Could... could their children have been..." Lin Qianqian had recovered from her earlier panic. She tentatively looked at Luo Tianhe, voicing her doubts.
To everyone's surprise, the fat man answered first. "I don't think so. I couldn't make out the women's faces, but their clothes were very ordinary. Some were even worn out. They didn't look like concubines