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The palace maids and eunuchs who had witnessed the whereabouts of the female ghost were now frightened pale by the scene described by Li.

As they recalled the horrific scenes they had encountered before, their hearts were filled with endless fear and anxiety; some people even felt their legs go weak and their calves trembled.

Xiyu's face looked very calm, as if she was not affected at all. She picked up the teacup and took a sip very calmly.

However, behind this seemingly calm movement, the subtle sound of the teacup shaking and colliding seemed to expose her true emotions deep in her heart.

She put down the teacup in her hand, looked around and continued, "Go on."

There are as many as ten people who have seen the female ghost, some in pairs and some alone. The most shocking thing is that each time the female ghost appears in a completely different way, leaving people puzzled.

Xi Yu asked: "Have you all seen the appearance of the female ghost?"

"No."

"No, I just saw a figure from a distance."

"The female ghost appeared behind me, and I fainted before I even turned around."

……

Everyone answered no.

It seems that the person who had the closest contact with the female ghost in red was Li, and she was the only one who actually saw the female ghost's face.

Could it be that this female ghost was targeting Li? Or...

Xiyu hid the doubts in her heart, scanned everyone's faces, and said in a deep voice: "You go back first."

Her tone seemed calm, but in fact she seemed to be suppressing some emotion.

Seeing that she was really just asking and didn't say anything else, Li's tears immediately burst out like a dam breaking, "Fujin, I'm scared~"

"If you're scared, find a few more people to accompany you."

Her tone became increasingly severe, making it seem as if she was trying to cover up her inner panic in this way.

Seeing her like this, Li didn't dare to say anything more and quietly retreated with everyone.

Watching the backs of the people leaving, Xiyu opened her lips slightly and uttered a few words faintly: "Do you think...will this ghost come to see me tonight?"

No one knows the answer to this question...

In Zhongcui Palace, Concubine Hui has been unable to sleep for several days since she heard about the haunted incident in the East Three Houses.

Her bedroom was brightly lit, with candles emitting bright light, as if to illuminate every corner and dispel the fear and anxiety that might be lurking in the darkness.

In a corner of the room, there is a solemn and majestic Buddha statue, with fragrant fruits and incense candles offered in front of it.

Concubine Hui was wearing a plain robe with only a simple white jade hairpin on her head. There were Buddhist beads hanging around her neck and wrists, and she would gently turn the beads from time to time, making crisp sounds.

She knelt devoutly in front of the Buddha statue, holding the Buddhist beads in her hands and praying silently.

Once there was any sign of trouble, she would tremble with nervousness, quickly pick up the scripture in front of her and recite in a low voice, while her other hand kept twirling the Buddhist beads.

If you listen carefully, you can tell that it is a scripture for the salvation of the dead.

"My lady, it's dark outside. You haven't had a good sleep for several nights. Take a rest."

Chuntao felt distressed when she saw the dark circles under her eyes.

"Your Majesty is not in the palace now. The demons in the East Third House have already lost their control and are now causing trouble again. I am so worried that I dare not close my eyes."

There was a strong sense of fatigue in Concubine Hui's voice. She opened her eyes, which were dull and lifeless, and her whole body exuded an aura of decadence.

She sat weakly on the mat, as if she was pressed to the ground by an invisible hand.

She was fearless and when she was young she even dared to throw tantrums at the Emperor. But what frightened her most were ghosts and spirits.

Especially ghosts... Her breathing became heavier. She slowly closed her eyes and twirled the Buddhist beads in her hand, trying to calm her mind by chanting.

No one in the palace has clean hands without blood, so she has a clear conscience.

Yes! I have a clear conscience!

Concubine Hui muttered softly and continued to read the scriptures.

In the East Third Building, the candlelight in Jinsheng’s room flickered in the darkness.

Xiyu had already asked Gao Wuyong to arrange people in every corner of East Third Building in order to stage the late-night ghost-catching drama.

At this moment, Danruoju was empty. Most of the people were sent out by Xiyu to carry out missions, with the aim of making sure that the female ghost had nowhere to escape.

In the bedroom, she sat on the couch in a thin lilac nightgown, holding a charcoal pencil in her hand, concentrating on thinking about the following plot.

Chunshi stood quietly by the side, occasionally picking up the candle wick to make it brighter.

A clear sound of night watchmen came from a distance, breaking the silence of the night.

She reminded him softly, "It's late at night. If you don't sleep now, you'll probably have a headache again tomorrow."

It's already time.

"I don't know what's going on with Gao Wuyong..."

Xiyu yawned and put the things on the table away neatly.

"There has been no news so far, so I guess the person behind this will not show up tonight."

Chunshi picked up the night shoes on the ground and was about to help her put them on when they both suddenly felt a chill on their backs, as if a cold wind was blowing.

There was a clang sound, and the cold night wind rushed in like a flood that broke through a dam, instantly blowing away all the heat in the house, and the papers that had just been sorted out flew everywhere.

"Why is this window open?"

The bitter winter wind blew out the candles, and the room instantly became pitch black. Only the faint moonlight coming in from the window allowed people to barely see the general outline of the room.

The cold wind blew against the window sill, making strange noises that made people's scalps numb. Chunshi's mind instantly flashed through the horrific scene that Li described, and his calves trembled uncontrollably.

But there were only her and Mrs. Fujin in the room, so she had to muster up the courage to stand up straight, otherwise Mrs. Fujin would have no support.

As Fu Jin once said, you can't be timid!

She took a deep breath, forced herself to stay calm, and wrapped Xiyu with the quilt placed beside her.

"Don't be afraid, Fu Jin. It's cold at night. Wrap yourself tightly in the quilt. I'll go close the window."

After saying that, she walked towards the window.

However, just as she walked to the window and before she could put out her hand to touch the window frame, her body suddenly lost balance and she fell to the ground without warning with a heavy thud.