"You're lying!" Jiang Cheng hauled the sobbing man to his feet and stared into his eyes. "You've never even met Madam. How could you recognize the maid by her side?"
"I... I may never have met Madam, but I've seen her portrait. That maid was right there beside her in the painting. I remember it clearly." The man trembled all over and didn't seem to be lying.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Cheng took the Bagua Mirror from Tang Qisheng's reluctant hands and bounced it a few times in his palm. It felt quite heavy, and its quality was clearly no ordinary thing. He handed it back to the man. "Does this thing really work? If you carry it while walking around this haunted residence, nothing will happen to you?"
"This... it should be fine. I haven't been here many times, and the other times were during the day. But when I'm holding this, I feel a lot safer." The man took the Bagua Mirror and carefully inspected it before gripping it tightly. Then he let out a long breath.
"Good. I want you to lead us around the residence. Two of our friends have gone missing. They must have gotten lost." Jiang Cheng spoke to the man as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
At that, the man's expression, which had only just improved, immediately turned uneasy. What did he mean, they'd gotten lost? Hadn't he just said they'd been taken by a ghost? How had his story changed all of a sudden?
But when he saw the unfriendly looks everyone was giving him, the man nervously swallowed. He knew that if he refused today, there was no way he'd keep the Bagua Mirror.
And without the Bagua Mirror, he wouldn't dare walk through