Chapter 61 The Old Robe

This is what Huan Qingyan wanted.

Huan Qingyan and A Niang sat on the upper chairs, one on the left and one on the right. The younger brother was frightened for a day because of his young age, and was taken down by the maid to rest.

Huanmengyue stood beside Mrs. Huan, and the tall and strong Huan Jiuli stood beside Huan Qingyan... These four people can be regarded as two masters, two and a half masters.

The servants in the mansion, about one hundred people, filled the entire mourning hall.

"Thank you for your hard work today!" Huan Qingyan solemnly said to everyone.

Luo Qiao took the lead in responding, "Don't work hard, it's the duty of slaves to share the master's worries..."

"Yes Yes……"

Mrs. Huan completely handed over the right to speak to Huan Qingyan.

Huan Qingyan is now a three-star spiritual master, and her temperament is stronger than hers. She is more pleased. She used to rely on her husband, but now relies on her daughter, and she doesn't feel that it is against harmony.

"Now we have no master in charge in the Huan Mansion, so we don't need so many servants, and we don't have the position of Chief Manager temporarily, so we can't control you. I think you all know what I said today. I was originally planning to deal with this matter tomorrow. Think about whether today's affairs are over or not. Now that we gather you together, it's about whether you will stay or not..." Huan Qingyan stated the purpose concisely.

All the servants were startled and started making noise.

"Miss, I have seniors and juniors, you can't drive us away like this..." This is the voice of a servant who has not sold a death contract.

"That's right, we've been loyal for half of our lives and stayed in the Huanfu, where do you want us to settle down like this!" This was the voice of a servant who had sold a death contract.

Huan Qingyan ignored them, took out an old white robe, and motioned for the dumb brother to hang it in front of the portrait of Huan Beiming in the mourning hall.

Everyone looked at her inexplicably.

"This robe must be remembered by everyone. My father used to wear ordinary clothes at home. Now all of you go to the back of the robe and touch the robe. My father was a psychic in his lifetime, and he has the power to open the eyes of the sky after death. If you have done something wrong to our Illusion Mansion, there will be black stains on your fingers. If you haven't done it, you must be clean and innocent. The innocent can choose to stay in the Illusion Mansion, or you can choose to take back the deed of sale and get a hundred taels of silver to find a future for yourself. You people, don't blame me for being cruel and merciless, confiscating all private property and selling it immediately..."

As soon as these words came out, the entire mourning hall fell silent!

All the noise had stopped, and the expressions on the faces of the people were brilliant at this time. There were all kinds of expressions, some with peace of mind, some with fear, and some even wanted to take advantage of the chaos to leave.

But the door of the mourning hall has been closed.

I don't know what happened, but above the mourning hall, there was a strange gust of wind, blowing the seven white candles in the room fluttering.

People with ghosts in their hearts can't calm down even more.

Luo Qiao was the first to step forward, "Miss, servants come first."

The phantasm is in the face.

Luo Qiao walked behind the old white robe, above the mourning hall, the gentle and elegant portrait of Mr. Huan appeared in the flickering candlelight, showing an extraordinarily terrifying atmosphere. Soon, she touched it and came out.

He stretched out his clean hands and showed them to everyone.

Everyone followed with a sigh of relief.