Hearing footsteps outside, Zhao Jing opened his eyes.
Soon, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," Zhao Jing said in a deep voice.
The door was pushed open, and the butler walked in.
"Master Zhao, those people have been brought back and are now tied up in the living room. Do you want to take a look?" the middle-aged man asked. Seeing those people filled his heart with discomfort. They had all been fine when they left, but now, they were all acting like madmen, crying and making a scene.
Zhao Jing stood up and walked out of the study.
Before even reaching the bottom of the stairs, he could already hear the commotion in the living room.
"Snakes! So many snakes, don't bite me, go away, go away."
"Ghosts! Ghosts! Help! There are ghosts! Woo-woo-woo..."
"Don't... don't come over..."
Zhao Jing frowned and saw a dozen people bound with ropes, screaming and crying loudly, their faces filled with terror. What exactly had they experienced? Why had they become like this?