The night seemed veiled in a bizarre shroud, and the woman's singing grew increasingly stifled.
In the main hall, Xu Zimo looked at Steward Hu and smiled. Then he drew Overlord Shadow from his back and drove the blade into his own abdomen.
The curved blade entered his body, yet there was none of the expected spray of blood. Instead, Xu Zimo's entire body began to turn illusory.
Xiao Guizi and the other two exchanged glances, all swallowing hard.
"It's just suicide. Why are you dawdling like this? What's there to be afraid of?" Lin Ruhu shouted, grabbing a knife and stabbing it into his own abdomen as well.
Seeing this, Steward Hu and Xiao Guizi nodded at each other, then gritted their teeth and did the same with their knives.
The four corpses lay quietly in the main hall. The night deepened, and the dim lamps at the side began to flicker.
The curved blades entered their bodies without the slightest pain. Xu Zimo and the other three only felt the scene before them turn illusory as the hall began to warp.
When their vision returned to normal, Steward Hu was shocked to discover that they were actually seated at the dining table in the side hall.
The leftover food on the table had yet to be cleared away, and the fish in the bowls gave off a faint fishy smell.
"How could this be?" Steward Hu was somewhat bewildered.
He remembered clearly that after they had finished dinner that night, he had watched the servants clear the table before they went to the main hall.
Steward Hu stood up. At the entrance to the side hall stood the only two servants left in the Hu residence.
Both servants had their eyes tightly shut. Steward Hu heavily patted