Give Me Back My Life!

Steward Zhao no longer dared to be negligent this time.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and respectfully led them down another street, explaining the whole course of events in detail as they walked.

What he said was largely similar to what the inn waiter had said yesterday, only with a few more details.

For instance, the female ghost in white appeared around midnight every time.

For instance, six servants in the residence had already died sudden deaths, every one of them with eyes wide open and mouth agape at the time of death.

He also said that the evil entity only appeared at night; during the day, the residence was peaceful enough.

At last, Steward Zhao led them to a manor. After entering, they crossed the courtyard and arrived at a side room.

Two old pagoda trees stood in the courtyard, their branches and leaves thick and lush, blocking out most of the daylight and lending the place a touch of chill.

The side room was neatly arranged, with incense still burning on the table.

Steward Zhao bustled about and served tea and pastries, then jogged off to report to the prefect.

That afternoon, Steward Zhao returned and said that Lord Prefect invited the Daoist masters to speak in the main hall.

The main hall was far more imposing than the side courtyard.

Two vermilion-lacquered pillars stood before the entrance, bearing a couplet:

Enter the gates of office, and enter the gates of home; cherish the people and all things as kin.

Govern the affairs of the prefecture as those of a household; feel others' drowning and hunger as one's own.

A plaque hung above the doors, bearing four large characters: "Reverently fulfill your post."

Upon entering, they faced a twelve-panel landscape screen. Only after going around it