Lord Tianshi, please take your seat

The sun rose slowly in the early morning and shrouded the Zhao Mansion, making it peaceful.

The servant girl opened the door of Father Zhao's room as usual.

Instructing a group of servants to arrange the toiletries, he bent down respectfully and said softly: "Master, it's time, you should get up."

In the past, Father Zhao's work and rest schedule was very regular. Normally, as long as the maidservant made a sound at this time, someone would respond from the other side of the bed curtain.

The maid who didn't get a response at this moment was a little puzzled, but she didn't dare to approach easily, and exchanged glances with each other.

"Master? Are you awake?" the leading servant girl called again patiently.

Still no one answered.

Father Zhao usually snores slightly when he sleeps, but today he is surprisingly calm.

Realizing something was wrong, the leading servant girl waved her hand at the servant girl behind her, motioning them to open the bed curtain.

The servant girl behind took the order and stepped forward with her skirt raised.

As the curtain of the bed was slowly raised, Father Zhao, who was already chilling on the bed, came into view.

The screams of the maids resounded throughout the corridor.

Father Zhao still maintained the posture of kneeling last night, with a long mouth, a big hole was torn out in his left chest, and the heart that should have belonged there was now powerlessly shrunk at the end of the bed.

The blood stained the quilt embroidered with gold thread, which was horrifying and tragic.

On the other side, Zhao Ziqi was woken up early in the morning by two servants, clamoring to see him.

At this moment, he was wearing obscene clothes, with his coat draped over his body, and he was eating the grapes brought by the maid.

Question: Why do you eat grapes early in the morning?

Answer: Zhao Ziqi is rich and extravagant.

The two servants kneeling on the ground were the two that Xia Chuyu scared away last night.

The two of them were so scared that they hid in the bed and shivered, but because of Zhao Ziqi's violent temper, he didn't dare to report disturbance late at night, so they delayed coming until the daytime.

The servant who bumped into Xia Chuyu last night talked vividly about how terrifying Xia Chuyu was.

"Miss Xia is wearing a long blood-red dress, her nails are half a foot long, and her face is covered with blood..."

Xu Shi was born with a talent for storytelling, and all the people present were described with embellishments as if they were in the scene.

Some of the little maids present had unconsciously bristled their hairs.

Zhao Ziqi looked at the servant who was still talking to himself, and spat out the grape seeds in his mouth: "You picky bastard, you're only scaremongering here."

As he spoke, he took another grape handed over by the maid, held it in his mouth and ordered inarticulately.

"Come here, drag these two guys out who haven't woken up from their dreams and beat them back to the top [-]."

Unexpectedly, my son didn't believe it at all. Seeing that the two of them were about to be dragged out, the servant who spoke hurriedly shouted for grievances.

"You are wronged, my lord, what the servant said is true, and Miss Xia also said that she died wronged, so I want to return her innocence!"

The other servant who came with him was the one who ran faster last night. Seeing that he was about to be dragged out to be punished, he quickly agreed.

"Yes, young master, the young one is willing to pledge his life, what he said is true!"

The two people on this side were still begging for mercy, but the maid on Father Zhao's side had already run over crying with pear blossoms in the rain.

"Master, master, something is wrong!"

Being quarreled by this and that all morning, Zhao Ziqi was so annoyed that he rubbed his eyebrows with his right hand: "What's wrong?"

The little maid who came to report hurriedly knelt down: "Master, Master, he...he..."

Sobbing and unable to utter a complete sentence, Zhao Ziqi felt unhappy.

"Just tell me what's going on, if you're crying like this, I'll fine you twenty boards too!"

It has to be said that Zhao Ziqi's deterrent power is still sufficient. The servants are usually afraid of being bullied, but now all of them dare not breathe, and keep their heads down in silence.

The little maid who came to report was even more eager to lie down on the ground.

The voice lowered unconsciously: "Master, he is dead..."

"What did you say!", it was Zhao Ziqi's turn to be surprised.

For a while, everyone in the hall was silent, even breathing carefully.

The two servants who hadn't been dragged out to play the board because of the arrival of the little maid looked at each other with expressions of fear at the same time.

Zhao Ziqi was in no mood to sit and eat grapes now, so he quickly put on his clothes.

The maid at the side saw it and wanted to come up to help, but Zhao Ziqi was so anxious that he couldn't even find the sleeves of his clothes for a while.

This made Zhao Ziqi even more angry, he pushed the maid away, dressed in a hurry, and rushed to Father Zhao's residence.

The servants, maids, and maids in the house also rushed over.

At this moment, a group of maids and servants are kneeling in Father Zhao's room.

Zhao's father died in a tragic manner, no one dared to approach him, and in the early summer, the weather was already a little hot, and the corpse after a night had already faintly rotten.

Zhao Ziqi asked about the smell as soon as he entered, and when he saw the miserable state on the bed, he was so frightened that he couldn't even stand still.

Fortunately, the servant behind him quickly supported Zhao Ziqi, so that he didn't fall all over the place.

The scene on the bed was so bloody and violent that even Zhao Ziqi didn't dare to step forward to investigate, so he could only kneel in the distance and cry in grief: "Father!"

Zhao Ziqi knelt down, and all the servants also knelt down, and the whole Zhao Mansion was crying.

Zhao Ziqi has worked hard with Zhao's father in the business circle for many years, and his mind is turning quickly.

After feeling sad, he ordered his servants to clean up Father Zhao's body.

Being helped up by his servants, he hurriedly called out loudly: "The two servants from this morning, get out of here, my lord."

The two servants were originally mixed in the crowd, but now they heard Zhao Ziqi calling them, and hurriedly ran out.

Flicking his sleeves, Zhao Ziqi still didn't dare to look at the tragic situation on the bed, and casually pointed to a few servants: "You guys, go and clean up father's body."

As he spoke, he glanced at the two servants kneeling on the ground from the corner of his eye: "You two, come with me to the study."

Zhao Ziqi left with two servants, and the rest of the servants scattered like birds and beasts.

Only a few servants who were pointed out to clean up Father Zhao's body were left behind. Looking at the tragic situation in the room, they could only bite the bullet.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and the bold one walked ahead.After the explanation of the two servants just now, they believed even more that Xia Chuyu's dead soul was at work.

"Miss Xia has a lot, please let us go, we don't know anything."

One of the timid ones was about to cry: "That's right, Ms. Xia, there are old and young in my family, please let me go."

The crying made the crowd even more flustered, and one of them got angry for no reason, and slapped the crying servant directly.

"There's no ghost in broad daylight, I'll beat you to hell if you're crying!"

After the quarrel, everyone endured their nausea and quickly packed up.

[study]

The two morning servants knelt on the ground, shivering.

At this moment, Zhao Ziqi also put away the carelessness of the morning.

After seeing his father's miserable state, he was also a little scared. Xia Chuyu was killed by himself, and he was afraid that the next target would be him.

Asking the two servants to repeat what they said in the morning, Zhao Ziqi curled up a little scared.

"Is what you said true?"

He didn't listen carefully just now, but when he listened now, thinking of Zhao's father's tragic situation, Zhao Ziqi's hairs stood on end, feeling the fear in his heart.

Looking at the two servants on the ground who were still swearing that what they said was true, Zhao Ziqi waved his hands in dismay: "Get down, get down."

The two were interrupted, and looked at each other, a little uncertain: "My lord...?"

"Don't you have ears, get out!"

Zhao Ziqi was already smoldering in his heart, but now he slapped the table hard and stared angrily.

Seeing that Zhao Ziqi was really angry, the two hurriedly opened the door and left.

Zhao Ziqi touched the inkstone by his hand, thinking to himself, Xia Chuyu...a ghost...

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he thought of the very famous Zhong family, maybe those celestial masters could help him with this.

After finding the straw to save his life, Zhao Ziqi wrote a letter in haste, inviting the Zhong family to send someone to catch ghosts.