371 The Disappearing Corpse
Time passed, bit by bit. Qiao Muchen remained hidden in the shadows, observing the surrounding movements.
Just then, faint voices drifted from not far away.
"It's true, I'm not lying; it's really haunted! I swear I'm not lying to you!"
"Nonsense! Be careful, or the Young Master will have your tongue! I think you're just trying to skive off guarding the mourning hall."
"Heaven and earth bear witness, I'm not lying! I really heard the Old Master sighing and crying injustice. It was definitely his voice! I suspect he truly was wronged in his death!"
"Hush! Do you have a death wish? The more you talk, the more ridiculous it gets! The Young Master gave strict orders, yet you still dare to spout such nonsense. Come on, I'll go with you. I refuse to believe it; someone must be playing tricks!"
...
As the voices drew nearer, two figures appeared in the nearby corridor—presumably the servants who had fled earlier and now returned with reinforcements.
