"The servant of the Shui Family drove the car to a lawn outside the mansion, and turned off the engine. "Young Master, are... are you going in now?"
Xia Ying asked, "Are there still some tomb keepers in the mansion?"
"Yes, there are a few tomb keepers living in the mansion who take care of their ancestors' spiritual tablets." The servant answered.
"Alright, you can go back." Huang Xiaolong opened the car door and jumped down, followed closely by Xia Ying.
The atmosphere in the mansion was spooky, while Xia Ying was brave she dared not for half a step leave Huang Xiaolong's side.
Just as the servant drove the car away, its headlights suddenly blazed brightly, the sound of its humming engine reverberated intermittently.
In no time, dozens of SUVs and pickup trucks arrived where Huang Xiaolong and Xia Ying stood and stopped.
In an instant, the whistling, cursing sounds turned the quiet area into a noisy uproar.
