Master Wu’s body, like a piece of tattered cloth lifted by a strong wind, traced a beautiful arc in the eyes of the onlookers.
Then with a loud thud...
He fell at the doorway of the Jiang Family living room.
Master Wu’s head hit the threshold hard, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
The spectacle left everyone with faces painted with horror.
"What, what happened?"
"Could it be, could there really be a ghost?"
"The old patriarch of the Jiang Family wouldn’t be so reluctant to leave, still lingering here, would he?"
"Isn’t this, this just too frightening?"
"I thought they said there are no ghosts anymore..."
"Broad daylight, and still so terrifying!"
"No, no more, I want to go home, I want to go home!"
All the guests who had come were suddenly in an uproar, scrambling, and each turned to run towards the doorway, unwilling to stay a second longer.
They were terrified that the old patriarch of the Jiang Family might go mad and attack indiscriminately, implicating them all.
He Xiumei staggered and sat down on the ground, unable to comprehend the situation for quite a while.
She stared blankly at the bodies of Jiang Yongnian and the old patriarch of the Jiang Family, her complexion trembling.
"Mom, get up quickly!"
At that moment, He Xiumei’s eldest daughter, Jiang Yongxin, ran in from outside the house.
She had been busy by the car outside the whole time, and when she noticed the coffin hadn’t been brought out and something was amiss inside, she ran in.
Upon entering, she saw He Xiumei sitting on the floor.
Jiang Yongxin quickly went over, intending to help He Xiumei up, but then she saw Jiang Yongnian under the coffin, as well as the body of the old patriarch of the Jiang Family.
At the sight, Jiang Yongxin’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly helped He Xiumei to her feet, shocked she said, "Mom, what, what happened?"
He Xiumei murmured, as if in a daze, unable to utter a word.
Jiang Yongxin could not afford to ask any more questions; looking around, she shouted, "Is there, is there anyone around? Auntie Zhang, Uncle Liu, come and help!"
Upon hearing Jiang Yongxin’s call, the Jiang Family’s nanny and driver both rushed in.
Boss Zhao and Master Sun hadn’t left yet.
Seeing the scene, Boss Zhao tugged at Master Sun’s sleeve, "Master Sun, let’s hurry up and leave, this place is unlucky."
Master Sun whispered a reply, "Wait a moment."
Boss Zhao, not understanding, then saw him step forward towards the Jiang Family.
It seemed he wanted to help the Jiang Family lift the coffin.
Boss Zhao, feeling it improper to leave straight away, reluctantly went over to lend a hand.
Jiang Yongnian was not directly under the coffin but pressed between its edge and the carrying pole.
With a little effort from several people, the coffin was lifted slightly, and Jiang Yongxin quickly pulled Jiang Yongnian by the arm, dragging him and the old patriarch out together.
Afterward, they put the coffin down again.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Jiang Yongxin exhaled deeply, promptly expressing her gratitude.
All the other people had run away, not even excluding the Jiang Family’s relatives.
Only Master Sun and Boss Zhao, two outsiders, offered their help, filling Jiang Yongxin’s heart with appreciation.
But there was no time to say more as she quickly instructed the nanny and driver to carry Jiang Yongnian back to his room.
Simultaneously, Jiang Yongxin made a phone call, requesting the Jiang Family’s family doctor to come over to check on Jiang Yongnian’s condition.
After making suitable arrangements, Jiang Yongxin turned to see that Master Sun and Boss Zhao were still there.
Jiang Yongxin was surprised, thinking they were waiting for some acknowledgement, and apologetically said, "I’m so sorry, Master Sun, our family is a bit chaotic today, we might not have time to entertain you; how about I take you back first, and we can talk another time?"