Since there were outsiders present, Fu Hua had no intention of responding to her.
"Go back first!"
Steward Lu looked at his daughter-in-law beside him and told her directly to return to her room.
"Yes."
Yi Ling nodded and left.
"Daoist priest... let us continue."
Steward Lu turned to Fu Hua again. After seeing her nod, he led her onward toward their destination.
"We're here. This is the place."
Steward Lu brought Fu Hua to the door of a room and had a servant open it. Seemingly afraid of inviting misfortune, he did not dare go inside.
"Who used to live here?"
Fu Hua looked at the yin energy and resentment within the room, invisible to ordinary people. Most of the resentment was concentrated here.
"To my shame, this used to be my son's room. But after he married, he moved out. Not long ago... he passed away from a serious illness, leaving behind a widow and child. And now this has happened as well. I have never done anything to shame Heaven in my life, so why must Heaven make my family suffer such painful misfortunes?"
"Everything had been fine before, but this morning... those two servants died in this room. I have no idea who could have been so cruel."
"..."
Although Steward Lu appeared open and upright, brimming with righteousness, Fu Hua neither believed nor suspected him.
After a moment of silence, she said, "I do not know whether you have truly never done anything guilty, but... this is no longer something that can be resolved merely by dispelling bad luck."
"Daoist priest, could there really be something...?"
Steward Lu's expression changed at once. As if recalling something, his face turned pale, and he asked anxiously in fear.
"Wait until nightfall. It will not come out