After hearing this, everyone became even more certain that this was where the infant fetuses had been buried. The reason the entrance was renovated every year was that Mr. Wu needed to use black magic to prolong his life, which meant a new infant fetus had to be buried beneath the threshold each time.
It was a clumsy excuse to renovate the main entrance, meant to keep people from getting suspicious.
They asked the servants again, and got the answer they'd expected: the main entrance was usually renovated late at night, and Steward Zheng never let anyone watch. He always handled it himself.
Since Steward Zheng was one of the master's favorites, no one dared to go against his wishes.
Once they confirmed where the infant fetuses had been buried, everyone refrained from acting rashly. This was no small matter; they needed to think it through carefully.
Just as they were considering what to do, a group approached. Leading them was the young man they'd met before—the Wu family's Third Young Master. "Well, if it isn't the master exorcists my Second Brother hired. Why aren't you out vanquishing demons and monsters? Just sunning yourselves here?"
Without the Second Young Master keeping him in check, the Third Young Master showed Jiang Cheng and the others nothing but contempt. "My Second Brother didn't pay you to sit around and work on your tans. You bunch of charlatans are only good enough to fool that damned brother of mine who just won't die." He lowered his voice for the last few words, so that almost only he could hear them.
Then he rudely pushed through the group and swaggered out of the manor, followed by several fierce-looking lackeys.
"Has no one ever taught your Third Young Master how to talk?" Yao Shunyu watched