The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 61: Old robe

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This is the effect that Huan Qingyan wants.

Huan Qingyan and A-niang sat on the upper chairs one by one. Because of their young age, the younger brother was frightened for a day and was taken by the maid to rest.

Huan Meng Yue Wei Wei is standing next to Madame Huan, and the tall and sturdy Huan Jiuli is standing beside Huan Qingyan...These four people can be regarded as two masters, two half masters.

The people on the mansion, about a hundred people, stood the whole mourning hall full.

"Thank you guys today!" Huan Qingyan solemnly said to everyone.

Luo Qiao took the lead in responding, "It's not hard, it's the duty of the slaves to share the worries for the master..."

"Yes, yes..."

Mrs. Huan completely gave the right to speak to Huan Qingyan.

Huan Qingyan is now a three-star spiritualist, and her temperament is stronger than her. She is more pleased. She used to rely on her husband, but now she relies on her daughter.

"Today, the male master of our fantasy palace who has no master, can't use so many servants, and temporarily lacks the position of general manager, and can't control you. What I said during the day, I think you all know, originally I'm going to deal with this matter tomorrow. Think about whether today's matter will be completed today, and now to gather you together, it's about the question of whether you are going to stay or stay..." Huan Qingyan stated the purpose concisely.

The servants were all startled and began to noisy.

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

"Yeah, we have been loyal for half of our lives, and we have stayed in the fantasy palace. Where do you let us go and settle down!" This is the voice of someone who has sold a death contract.

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

Everyone looked at her behavior for no reason.

"This robe must be remembered by everyone. It was my dad who used to wear home clothes at home. Now all of you go and touch the robe behind the robe. My dad was a spiritualist before he was alive. After death, he has more power to open his eyes. Yes, if you have done things that I’m sorry to our fantasy palace, 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 fantasy palace or get back the deed. Bring one hundred taels of silver to find your own future. As for the black-handed people, don’t blame me for being ruthless and cruel. All private property will be confiscated and sold immediately..."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall was silent!

All the noise stopped. At this time, the expressions on everyone's faces were brilliant, with all kinds of looks, some were reassured, some were scared, and some even wanted to leave.

But the door of the mourning hall has been closed.

I don't know what's going on. There was a strange wind blowing above the mourning hall, blowing a few seven white candles in the house erratic.

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

Luo Qiao stepped forward first, "Miss, slaves and maids will come first."

Illustrated Yan Yun.

Luo Qiao walked behind the old white robe, and above the mourning hall, the gentle portrait of Master Huan appeared to be particularly terrifying in the erratic candlelight, and she soon came out after touching it.

He stretched out his clean hands and gave it to everyone.

Everyone followed with a sigh of relief.