Strange Tales of the Ghosts

Under You Sheng's persuasion, Han Ruomei lay down for a while, and the two of them didn't get up until noon. After getting up, You Sheng said he would go back to Wanhuapo's house to get some things and left Han's house. Han Ruomei was bored by herself, so she asked the maid to set up several cases in the garden, set up a chess game, and play alone. Chess is difficult to pass in the mountains. After a few games, it is already dusk. Looking at the sunset in the sky, Han Ruomei was a little puzzled, so she pulled a maid over and asked, "Why don't you see my dad today?"

"Miss, the master has not been at home all day." The maid replied in a low voice.

Han Ruomei's hand holding the chess pieces stopped in the air, she frowned and asked, "Is the Yamen very busy recently?"

"I don't know." The maid shook her head.

"Well, please step aside and ask the kitchen to cook later and wait for my uncle to come back before serving the food." Han Ruomei didn't think about it, she was only thinking about You Sheng.

After hearing this, the maid hurriedly left...

The sky darkened little by little, and the wind started blowing in the garden. Han Ruomei became anxious. She was frightened when she saw neither Han Qingmu nor Yousheng, so she sent someone to search the Yamen, but when the person who went there came back, Zhihan Qingmu has not entered the Yamen all day today, and his whereabouts are unknown. This reminded Han Ruomei of the dream she had last night, and she became even more worried, so she ordered people to search everywhere. Just when she was anxious, You Sheng came back, holding a flower in his hand.

"Ms. sir, you are back."

"Ma'am, I'm worried." Yousheng smiled and raised his hand, waving the flowers and plants in front of Han Ruomei. "Look what I brought you?"

"This is this?" Han Ruomei has never seen this kind of flower before. It has a weird shape, its petals are shaped like crescent moons, and it also exudes a stuffy fragrance.

"This is Requiem Grass. I saw that my wife has not been able to sleep well recently, so I brought it here from home."

"Thank you, Mr. Xian, it's just..." Han Ruomei's appreciation was fleeting.

Seeing Han Ruomei's frown and the fact that the servants and maids in the mansion were nowhere to be found, You Sheng asked, "Madam, what happened in the mansion? Why don't you see the servants?"

"Ms. sir..." Tears fell before she could say anything. Han Ruomei wiped her tears and replied, "Dad is gone."

"Oh?" Yousheng frowned. "Don't worry, madam. Maybe dad is working in the Yamen and won't be back until later."

"I have already sent someone to inquire. Dad has not been to the Yamen all day today." Han Ruomei cried with sadness because she was afraid that Han Qingmu would be like what she saw in her dream and something bad would happen to her.

You Sheng put the flowers and plants on the chessboard and said comfortingly: "Madam, don't worry, I'll go look for it later. Maybe dad is out for something and didn't have time to give orders to his servants."

"Yes." Han Ruomei nodded and said softly, "I'll go back to the room and prepare a lantern for you first."

"No need, madam, even though the night is dark, I can still see it." You Sheng smiled, turned around and walked towards the door.

Everyone in the Han Mansion had been dispatched to search for Han Qingmu in the middle of the night, but there was no news about Han Qingmu. All the people sent out had returned, except You Sheng. Han Ruomei had no choice but to place all her hopes on You Sheng, so she sat down Waiting in the room at night with a lamp on. At dawn, when You Sheng pushed his tired body open the door, Han Ruomei greeted him full of hope.

"Ms. sir, have you found dad?"

You Sheng raised his head and glanced at Han Ruomei, only shaking his head. After Han Ruomei took a breath, she took two steps back. The dream lingered in her heart like a demon in the dark night, conveying a bad premonition. Regardless of You Sheng, No matter how much I tried to persuade him, it was of no avail.

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