The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

He was obviously in a very good mood, with a feeling of making the best of things. Perhaps it was because the sun was too hot or his clothes were too tight, but Mu Kunyou reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but grin.

"When can we go in? It's so hot in the sun. Others can handle it, but the fat on my body can't handle it at all."

Perhaps it was his urging that promoted the rapid progress of the program team. In less than a moment, accompanied by a slight creaking sound from the door, the quaint door was finally slowly opened.

When the door of the ancient house was opened, what hit the face was a strong and somewhat pungent smell of sandalwood. What caught everyone's eyes was white cloth hanging everywhere, which was obviously a funeral ceremony. The sound of music played on suona came to the ears, and the music sounded very familiar. Although some people were not sure what the music was called, they were basically familiar with it. It was a funeral song known to all Chinese people.

The sharp sound of the suona was a bit shrill and sad. Although it was a bright day under the clear sky, the scene made the people at the door dare not step in.

This familiar development, this familiar, goosebump-inducing melody, takes me back to when I first started watching "The Case of the Murderer." Oh my god, I love script-killing dramas!

[Baby Jinshui: Hehehe, the ladies are all so beautifully dressed~ They are all my new wives.]

[Starlight Lights: Looking at this outfit, it seems to be from the Republic of China period. This is really hilarious. Can Lao Mu really fit into this wealthy-looking house dressed like this? I'm really looking forward to it.]

[Shivering: Online, I'm fearless, but in real life, I'm shivering and crying out for help while hugging my blanket~(ノдヽ)]

Just when everyone was still hesitating and didn't dare to go in, the NPC inside came out to urge them to make progress.

"Oh~ Butler Wu, you finally brought the people back. It's a pity that you are still a little late. The master just passed away not long ago. However, the funeral ceremony has long been prepared. The second concubine is helping to take care of it. They are just waiting for you to bring the young master and the young lady to the scene."

A man dressed like a servant ran out of the house. He held Wu Xi's hand excitedly, as if he was venting all his emotions. Then he took the time to observe the other people present.

"Is this the young master? So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. When he first joined the army, he was not even as tall as my head. Now he looks much stronger and taller than me."

The servant stood in front of Tufan, stretched out his hand and roughly compared his height. It seemed that before Tufan left, he was only the height of a small pudding. In the blink of an eye, he felt much shorter when he got closer to him.

His eyes were full of nostalgia, and then as if he remembered something, he slowly lowered his head, looking very sad.

However, this sad mood did not last long, and he soon found Zhu Ping'an and said with his eyes wide open in surprise.

"I don't remember sending you a message. How come the young lady has returned from abroad?"

When he turned around and saw Song Chuyi beside him, he was so shocked that he gasped and took several steps back.

"Why is the third concubine who just came in here too? I remember that the master clearly ordered you to be locked up in the room before he fell ill..."

The servant had almost finished speaking when he realized that he had said something out of turn and belatedly covered his mouth.

This information was very valuable, so Song Chuyi stopped fanning herself with the fan in her hand. Her eyes rolled around with brilliance. It was obvious that she had read a lot of Tomato novels and was deducing the possible plot based on the current situation.