Chapter 10 Crisis

"Ghost?" The young master's voice trembled. After a moment, he asked back with a confirming tone, "How could it be a ghost? I clearly heard Ah Bin's voice. Master Yao, do you... do you have evidence?"

Hearing this, Yao Shunyu felt confident. It seemed the key to surviving tonight lay with this young master. As long as he convinced him that the Ah Bin outside was a ghost, the crisis would be averted.

Without hesitation, Yao Shunyu quickly explained his findings to the young master. Upon hearing this, the young master's body also trembled. "So... the Ah Bin outside really isn't human, it's... it's a ghost?"

"It must be," Yao Shunyu nodded.

At this moment, the situation became more critical. "Ah Bin's" entire arm had already reached in, constantly hitting the door panel, and his head was also struggling to squeeze through the door crack. His face was already distorted from the excessive pressure.

"Get out, get out! Even if you become a ghost, you dog servant, I'm not afraid of you!" The young master roared at the door with all his might.

Although the young master's roar seemed like mere bravado to Yao Shunyu, the effect was obvious. The previously ferocious "Ah Bin" immediately stopped moving when he heard the young master's voice. Then, he withdrew his arm and turned to leave as if nothing had happened.

"Young master, your words worked. That ghost is gone." Yao Shunyu stared at the door, which was somewhat deformed from the squeezing, and felt a wave of lingering fear.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

The previous roar seemed to have drained the young master's last bit of strength. Now he was weak and pathetic, lying on the bed, coughing violently as if he were about to cough up his lungs.

After all, they still had to rely on the young master tonight. Yao Shunyu leaned down and asked with concern, "Young master, how is your health?"

"Cough... cough, cough... water, get me a glass of water." The young master said unclearly. Even through the curtains, one could feel the young master's pain and helplessness at this moment.

"Okay, wait a moment."

Yao Shunyu walked back to the table, poured a glass of water, and carried it to the young master. Before lifting the curtain, Yao Shunyu hesitated. Although he couldn't see any problems with the young master for the time being, who could say for sure?

In Yao Shunyu's eyes, this curtain was no different from another door, except that this door separated him from the young master. Taking the initiative to lift the curtain meant taking the initiative to open this door.

If the young master also had a problem, the consequences would be unimaginable.

A few hours ago, they had been here. At that time, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the young master was hanging by a thread. Yuan Shanyuan had also said frankly that his medical skills could only be considered as clearing the blood vessels, with no possibility of a cure. But now, the young master had not only woken up from his coma but could also communicate with people. Yao Shunyu didn't believe that there was no problem with this.

"Yao... Master Yao, I'm sorry to trouble you to lift the curtain. My body..." The young master's voice was intermittent.

Holding the teacup, Yao Shunyu remained unmoved, only bowing slightly and handing the teacup to the front of the curtain. "Young master, when we came, Elder Yuan instructed that you should move your body as much as possible, as this would help with blood circulation."

After a few seconds, a figure struggled to get up, and then a pale hand reached out from the curtain, trembling as it took the teacup. The young master drank the tea in one gulp and then handed out the empty cup. "Thank you... thank you, Master Yao."

As if nourished by the tea, the young master's voice became much smoother.

The process was so smooth that Yao Shunyu couldn't help but wonder if he was overthinking things. Perhaps there was no problem with the young master himself, and the crisis tonight came from outside the door.

Yao Shunyu took the empty teacup and walked towards the table while thinking. But the next second, he was stopped. "Master Yao!"

Yao Shunyu, who was deep in thought, subconsciously turned his head and looked at the figure behind the curtain. But to Yao Shunyu's surprise, the figure was lying quietly on the bed, not moving at all.

Frowning, Yao Shunyu asked tentatively, "Young master, did you just call me?"

There was no answer from the bed. The young master lay quietly, as if he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

This made Yao Shunyu begin to suspect that the previous call was just a hallucination caused by excessive tension.

Returning to the table and sitting down, Yao Shunyu was still thinking about this strange matter. He kept refilling his teacup, and gradually, he finally noticed something was wrong.

He felt cold, and it was an inexplicable cold.

The tea he was drinking was hot, but cup after cup of hot tea could not dispel this inexplicable chill, and... he had an indescribable feeling that the source of this chill did not seem to come from the external environment, but from himself.

Thinking of the young master hiding in the quilt not long ago, shivering all over and constantly saying he was cold in his coma, Yao Shunyu couldn't help but suspect that there was a problem with the yang fire in his body?

Following this line of thought, Yao Shunyu confirmed the problem with the previous call.

Old people say that when walking at night, if you hear someone calling your name from behind, don't turn your head rashly, otherwise the yang fire on your shoulders will easily be extinguished, attracting ghosts to put their shoulders on you (gui da jian).

But he turned his head the moment his name was called, which led to one of the yang fires on his shoulders being extinguished.

Yao Shunyu was also a person who could take things as they came. He knew that regretting it now was useless, and he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

Judging from his current physical condition, only one yang fire should have been extinguished. As long as he protected the other two yang fires in the remaining time, he could survive.

Thinking of this, Yao Shunyu subconsciously looked at the bed. The next second, his heart was suddenly gripped. The young master, who had been lying quietly on the bed, had somehow sat up.

"Water... give me water..."

...

The fatty looked at the two corpses in the front hall, his heart pounding. Master Wu's corpse was covered with a white cloth, wrapped tightly from head to toe, standing there like a white tombstone.

Wang Bao's corpse was lying on the ground, with a red veil covering his face. Getting a little closer, the fatty discovered dense stitches at the connection between the veil and the skin on the face.

It was hard to imagine that this veil was actually sewn onto Wang Bao's face, stitch by stitch.

"Mr. Luo is indeed a master of physiognomy, with profound methods. I've truly opened my eyes today." Yuan Shanyuan looked at Luo Tianhe, saying half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Luo Tianhe, who had been flattered, was not to be outdone, turning his head and clasping his fist at Yuan Shanyuan. "I dare not accept such praise. If it weren't for the help of old Mr. Yuan and Miss Bai Yu, I would never have been able to do it alone."

When mentioning the name Bai Yu, Luo Tianhe emphasized his tone, as if intentionally pointing something out.

Staring at the two corpses, Lin Qianqian still seemed to have lingering fears, confirming, "Mr. Luo, old Mr. Yuan, are these two corpses... really okay?"

"The tiptoe smiling corpse had its seven orifices sewn shut by old Mr. Yuan, and Miss Bai Yu severed its Achilles tendons, so it no longer poses a threat to us. As for Master Wu's corpse..." Luo Tianhe paused, "All I can do is temporarily suppress him."