Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

Chapter 501: Ji De’s Work (9)

absurd!

Where do ghosts and gods come from in this world!

This was Mr. Meng's first reaction, but he looked at the people who came over one by one, and the panic that had not yet dissipated on their faces did not seem fake.

If one person sees a so-called ghost, it could be that he is dazzled or he is lying. If two people see a ghost, it could be that one person’s dazzledness affects the other person’s judgment, or it could be that the two people have joined together to weave a lie.

However, there were dozens of people present, big and small, and except for the very young ones who didn't know what was going on, the expressions of the others all showed that they had all seen a "ghost" with their own eyes and were not just following the crowd.

The key point is that the ghosts they saw were not ghosts that eat people, but ghosts that devour money. What they saw were not ghosts, but ghosts performing rituals to devour money and property.

This is why so many ordinary people can "see ghosts" and believe them firmly - the empty house proves that what they saw was true.

"Ahem," Xin Ye deliberately dry-coughed a few times to remind everyone of his presence, "Mr. Meng, this is really rude. I scared everyone in the mansion with some of my little tricks. I hope you can forgive me."

The sudden male voice made everyone turn their heads and look behind them instinctively - Eh? It was empty, no one?

Hiss—I shuddered and felt a chill on my back. Could it be that a ghost was chasing me?

Old Master Meng felt so ashamed when he saw everyone in the mansion being frightened. Especially since they couldn't tell the source of the sound. It was clearly a sound coming from the sky. When he looked behind him, he couldn't see any human figure.

You are just scaring yourself!

--Should!

Old Master Meng looked up at Xin Ye and said, "Young man, I am not an ignorant child. It is just that your accomplices played some tricks under their noses."

Xin Ye raised his eyebrows slightly. He had to admit that the old man had stumbled upon the truth by accident.

"Mr. Meng doesn't believe it?"

"Heh." Mr. Meng's sneer revealed his answer.

The others also noticed that Mr. Meng was looking up and talking to someone. That voice was exactly the voice they were looking for. They followed Mr. Meng's line of sight.

"Ah! Ghost!"

"Ahhh-"

"father!"

"Master, help me!"

Everyone suddenly panicked and hid behind the old man one by one. They were nimble and rushed into the room. With a "bang", they closed the door. No matter how the people outside knocked and shouted, the door remained tightly closed.

At this moment, Mr. Meng's face was as black as ink, and he looked more chilled than angry.

When faced with danger, his women, children and servants would first choose to hide behind him and push him out as a shield. How could he not feel disheartened by such behavior?

Slaves are outsiders, they are afraid of death and disloyal, he understands, it is human nature.

But his women usually said nice things, saying they would die for him, saying they would die with him...

Oh, at the critical moment, don’t everyone just run away when disaster strikes?

He already understood what women said, and that it was only for fun and not to be taken seriously.

What he cares about most are his descendants, who have his blood flowing in their bodies. Even if he cannot protect them, at least he has the courage to face it together instead of abandoning them.

Such irresponsibility, such descendants... He had already foreseen the decline of the Meng family in the future.

No, maybe he won’t be able to wait until later. After tonight, the Meng Mansion will be destroyed in his hands.

Old Master Meng looked at Xin Ye from afar, watching his cloak dancing in the evening breeze and his graceful figure. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, his voice sounded very young.

It’s a pity that such a young man is not from his Meng family.