"That house is haunted!"
The old manager said in a low voice. He also sat down and leaned forward slightly.
"It started about two years ago. That house used to belong to a rich family. One night, a woman's crying suddenly came from the courtyard. The servants in the manor came out with lanterns to check and saw a woman in white sitting by the well, covering her face and crying.
"The servants asked her who she was, but she didn't answer and just cried there. The servants originally thought that a female in the residence had been wronged and ran to the courtyard to vent, so they carried the lantern and shone it over, but who knew ..."
At this point, the old manager's voice became lower and lower. He put on a pretense as if he had witnessed something terrible with his own eyes.
"What happened after that?" Yan Caiwei clenched her little fists and her big eyes blinked. She looked nervous and expectant.
