Even though it was early summer, and the temperature couldn’t be considered low, an inexplicable chill crept from the depths of their soul.
It felt as if stepping just one foot beyond the villa’s main gate would engulf a person in the devouring mist.
High walls enclosed the villa, with only one entrance—the kind of iron gate with railings.
Yet, the mist seemed to possess a consciousness, refraining from infiltrating within, even with the door wide open at the moment.
This created a stark contrast between the outside and inside of the villa.
If not witnessed with one’s own eyes, it would be challenging to believe this scene.
Guests, casting uneasy glances at the ominous mist, swallowed hard, feeling a hint of fear and reluctance.
Some bold guests chuckled, leaving a remark like, “Who are you trying to scare?” and walked directly into the fog.
The moment the guest stepped into the mist, his figure became blurry, leaving only the sound of footsteps.
As the guests inside the villa watched the dark silhouette and the receding footsteps, their suspended hearts dropped slightly.
Seemed like a natural phenomenon.
In the mountains, significant temperature differences between day and night often led to morning mist; nothing unusual.
Just as other guests were preparing to step outside, a piercing, desperate scream echoed from the mist, followed by a rustling sound.
Like the gnashing of some beast’s jaws, the noise was spine-chilling.
Moreover, after the scream, the footsteps of the guests disappeared entirely.
As if... something had gone wrong.
The steps of other guests froze in place, and some were so frightened they fell to the ground, their faces marked with profound fear and dread.
Some guests reacted, anger flashing in their eyes as they glared at the steward beside them, even contemplating violence. “What’s in this fog!? What are you people up to!?”
The steward seemed accustomed to such scenes, calmingly addressing the guests, “Please, remain calm, dear guests. The Yang family merely invited you to attend the young master’s funeral and did not restrict your movements.”
“We respect the thoughts of our guests, and you are free to leave whenever you wish. The Yang family won’t impede you.”
The steward then glanced outside the villa, adding, “As for the fog, it’s just a result of the significant temperature difference in the mountains.”
“Nothing extraordinary.”
Although the steward’s words were spoken with a calm demeanor, the continuous sound of chewing sent shivers down their spine.
Some guests, furious and unwilling to accept the steward’s explanation, resorted to physical confrontation.
However, in the next moment, a nearby servant promptly restrained the unruly guest, ensuring no harm befell the steward.
The Yang family mansion had a considerable number of servants, each dressed in slightly different uniforms. At least those stationed at the entrance appeared to be wearing outfits akin to bodyguards.
The strength of the servants was formidable, and the struggling guest couldn’t break free despite several attempts.
The steward remained composed, politely advising the guest, “The Second and Third Young Masters dislike impolite guests. We hope that in the presence of the young masters, you can maintain your elegant demeanor.”
“Otherwise, the Yang family will decline your attendance at the funeral of the Young Master.”
After the reminder, the steward turned and left, and the servant released the guest, following the steward’s departure.
However, after walking a distance, the steward seemed to reconsider something. He hesitated, turned back, and looked at the young man standing in the corner near the entrance.
After a brief contemplation, the steward beckoned to a nearby servant and quietly instructed, “Keep an eye on Mr. Yu Qing. Don’t let him leave the mansion.”
“Also, ensure others behave accordingly.”
Glancing in the direction where the body was discovered, the steward added, “We don’t want a repeat of the incident in the garden.”
The servant nodded, indicating understanding.
Once the steward left, the mansion’s main gate remained wide open, but this time, nobody dared to step outside.
The eerie chewing sounds in the mist gradually ceased, but the tension in everyone’s hearts did not ease.
The steward’s warning was clear—provoking the Yang family could lead to expulsion from the mansion.
And within this fog, unknown dangers might lurk.
Being expelled from the Yang family might, quite possibly, mean... death.
Players exchanged glances and began cautiously investigating the gate and the surrounding fog.
Since the guests were also trying to understand the situation, attempting to discern what was within the fog, the players’ actions did not seem out of place.
Ruan Qing joined the exploration as well.
The fog didn’t appear to be toxic; reaching into it didn’t cause any discomfort.
Other than obstructing the line of sight, it seemed to have no other purpose.
Everyone explored for a while, even strolling around the villa, but found no way to leave the premises.
The mist had no visible end, completely enveloping the villa.
The villa’s perimeter wall acted as a dividing line, separating the villa from the outside world.
The people who came to attend the funeral seemed like caged birds, completely unable to leave the confines of the villa.
Perhaps, as the steward had suggested, they could only leave this eerie villa after the young master’s funeral.
However, there seemed to be some danger hidden within the villa. Whether they could survive until the end of the young master’s funeral was still unknown.
Some players suggested everyone turn on their phone cameras, tie them with a rope, and throw them into the mist to see if they could capture anything.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately found some ropes.
Because the villa’s main gate had a limited area, and the guests were quite numerous, there was no need to gather together to record videos.
Therefore, many guests climbed onto the villa’s perimeter wall and tied their phones securely before tossing them out.
Though Ruan Qing didn’t think this method was particularly clever, in order to fit in, he awkwardly climbed up the wall and threw his phone out.
The Yang family’s perimeter wall wasn’t low, approximately three meters in height, with a width of about thirty centimeters.
Some players with good agility effortlessly leaped onto the wall.
Ruan Qing couldn’t do that; he used a ladder that the guests had brought to climb up.
Standing on the wall, Ruan Qing looked down.
Due to the mist, the three-meter height seemed bottomless.
Ruan Qing picked up his phone and forcefully threw it out.
The rope was quite long, allowing the phone to reach a distance of six or seven meters from the wall.
However, right after Ruan Qing threw his phone, the other end of the rope suddenly experienced a powerful tug, pulling fiercely in that direction.
Holding the other end of the rope, Ruan Qing was caught off guard and was pulled forward by the force, tilting straight towards the wall.
In the moment of falling, Ruan Qing subconsciously tried to grab onto something nearby, but there was nothing beside him.
He stared wide-eyed at the wall, which was getting farther and farther away.
Even though it was early summer, and the temperature couldn’t be considered low, an inexplicable chill crept from the depths of their soul.
It felt as if stepping just one foot beyond the villa’s main gate would engulf a person in the devouring mist.
High walls enclosed the villa, with only one entrance—the kind of iron gate with railings.
Yet, the mist seemed to possess a consciousness, refraining from infiltrating within, even with the door wide open at the moment.
This created a stark contrast between the outside and inside of the villa.
If not witnessed with one’s own eyes, it would be challenging to believe this scene.
Guests, casting uneasy glances at the ominous mist, swallowed hard, feeling a hint of fear and reluctance.
Some bold guests chuckled, leaving a remark like, “Who are you trying to scare?” and walked directly into the fog.
The moment the guest stepped into the mist, his figure became blurry, leaving only the sound of footsteps.
As the guests inside the villa watched the dark silhouette and the receding footsteps, their suspended hearts dropped slightly.
Seemed like a natural phenomenon.
In the mountains, significant temperature differences between day and night often led to morning mist; nothing unusual.
Just as other guests were preparing to step outside, a piercing, desperate scream echoed from the mist, followed by a rustling sound.
Like the gnashing of some beast’s jaws, the noise was spine-chilling.
Moreover, after the scream, the footsteps of the guests disappeared entirely.
As if... something had gone wrong.
The steps of other guests froze in place, and some were so frightened they fell to the ground, their faces marked with profound fear and dread.
Some guests reacted, anger flashing in their eyes as they glared at the steward beside them, even contemplating violence. “What’s in this fog!? What are you people up to!?”
The steward seemed accustomed to such scenes, calmingly addressing the guests, “Please, remain calm, dear guests. The Yang family merely invited you to attend the young master’s funeral and did not restrict your movements.”
“We respect the thoughts of our guests, and you are free to leave whenever you wish. The Yang family won’t impede you.”
The steward then glanced outside the villa, adding, “As for the fog, it’s just a result of the significant temperature difference in the mountains.”
“Nothing extraordinary.”
Although the steward’s words were spoken with a calm demeanor, the continuous sound of chewing sent shivers down their spine.
Some guests, furious and unwilling to accept the steward’s explanation, resorted to physical confrontation.
However, in the next moment, a nearby servant promptly restrained the unruly guest, ensuring no harm befell the steward.
The Yang family mansion had a considerable number of servants, each dressed in slightly different uniforms. At least those stationed at the entrance appeared to be wearing outfits akin to bodyguards.
The strength of the servants was formidable, and the struggling guest couldn’t break free despite several attempts.
The steward remained composed, politely advising the guest, “The Second and Third Young Masters dislike impolite guests. We hope that in the presence of the young masters, you can maintain your elegant demeanor.”
“Otherwise, the Yang family will decline your attendance at the funeral of the Young Master.”
After the reminder, the steward turned and left, and the servant released the guest, following the steward’s departure.
However, after walking a distance, the steward seemed to reconsider something. He hesitated, turned back, and looked at the young man standing in the corner near the entrance.
After a brief contemplation, the steward beckoned to a nearby servant and quietly instructed, “Keep an eye on Mr. Yu Qing. Don’t let him leave the mansion.”
“Also, ensure others behave accordingly.”
Glancing in the direction where the body was discovered, the steward added, “We don’t want a repeat of the incident in the garden.”
The servant nodded, indicating understanding.
Once the steward left, the mansion’s main gate remained wide open, but this time, nobody dared to step outside.
The eerie chewing sounds in the mist gradually ceased, but the tension in everyone’s hearts did not ease.
The steward’s warning was clear—provoking the Yang family could lead to expulsion from the mansion.
And within this fog, unknown dangers might lurk.
Being expelled from the Yang family might, quite possibly, mean... death.
Players exchanged glances and began cautiously investigating the gate and the surrounding fog.
Since the guests were also trying to understand the situation, attempting to discern what was within the fog, the players’ actions did not seem out of place.
Ruan Qing joined the exploration as well.
The fog didn’t appear to be toxic; reaching into it didn’t cause any discomfort.
Other than obstructing the line of sight, it seemed to have no other purpose.
Everyone explored for a while, even strolling around the villa, but found no way to leave the premises.
The mist had no visible end, completely enveloping the villa.
The villa’s perimeter wall acted as a dividing line, separating the villa from the outside world.
The people who came to attend the funeral seemed like caged birds, completely unable to leave the confines of the villa.
Perhaps, as the steward had suggested, they could only leave this eerie villa after the young master’s funeral.
However, there seemed to be some danger hidden within the villa. Whether they could survive until the end of the young master’s funeral was still unknown.
Some players suggested everyone turn on their phone cameras, tie them with a rope, and throw them into the mist to see if they could capture anything.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately found some ropes.
Because the villa’s main gate had a limited area, and the guests were quite numerous, there was no need to gather together to record videos.
Therefore, many guests climbed onto the villa’s perimeter wall and tied their phones securely before tossing them out.
Though Ruan Qing didn’t think this method was particularly clever, in order to fit in, he awkwardly climbed up the wall and threw his phone out.
The Yang family’s perimeter wall wasn’t low, approximately three meters in height, with a width of about thirty centimeters.
Some players with good agility effortlessly leaped onto the wall.
Ruan Qing couldn’t do that; he used a ladder that the guests had brought to climb up.
Standing on the wall, Ruan Qing looked down.
Due to the mist, the three-meter height seemed bottomless.
Ruan Qing picked up his phone and forcefully threw it out.
The rope was quite long, allowing the phone to reach a distance of six or seven meters from the wall.
However, right after Ruan Qing threw his phone, the other end of the rope suddenly experienced a powerful tug, pulling fiercely in that direction.
Holding the other end of the rope, Ruan Qing was caught off guard and was pulled forward by the force, tilting straight towards the wall.
In the moment of falling, Ruan Qing subconsciously tried to grab onto something nearby, but there was nothing beside him.
He stared wide-eyed at the wall, which was getting farther and farther away.
