The two leading maids were graceful and elegant, raising their hands to gesture 'please' without giving anyone the chance to refuse.
As they spoke, the other four who had been following behind somehow managed to circle around to the rear of Fang Zheng and his group, blocking all their paths of retreat.
"Where is the reason for entering someone's home and not paying a visit to the host?" As she spoke, the maid's tone suddenly shifted from courteous to chilling, and her now frightful eyes, which had been like lustrous gems, began to drop flesh and blood.
A frightening confrontation ensued at the first sign of disagreement, truly characteristic of these ghostly beings.
Fang Zheng's hand had just reached into his pocket when the ghostly face, which had already shifted, took a drastic turn, twisting its neck to see him and said in a hoarse voice, no longer clear, "I advise the young master to be more obedient for his own good."
