Honkai Summoning.

“What are we doing?” Benson asked Martin.

“Uh—protect the young master, shall we?” Martin said, quite consciously standing next to the carriage, with Seven Sins following beside him.

“No need. If you’re tired, go back to the carriage and rest for a while. Arno and Seven Deadly Sins are enough… You two won’t refuse me, will you?” Trent’s voice came from inside the carriage.

"Of course not, young master Tranton." Seven Sins fully demonstrated what it means to be a lackey.

Arno glanced at Benson, and only stood beside the carriage after Benson nodded.

"It's so dark."

As they waited, darkness fell completely. Su Mo walked through the garden in the night, and the horticulture that should have been beautiful during the day took on an eerie quality in the darkness.

The rumors surrounding the manor's "vengeful spirit" only added to the eerie atmosphere.

To be honest, the seven sins are not described in a particularly clear way.

However, Su Mo could guess that amidst the speculations and idle chatter of those people, members of the Worbus family who had moved into the manor were dying one after another, and the ghosts that supposedly caused their deaths were probably Tranton's parents.

Haunted? What kind of ghosts are haunted? Besides the dead Trenton's parents, the Marquis of Worbus and his wife, what other ghosts could possibly appear at this manor?

Of course, as members of the Worbus family die one by one, the number of ghosts that may appear increases.

No wonder the people around moved away immediately. So many people died. If there really are ghosts, this place is a living haunted house inhabited by a whole bunch of ghosts!

Su Mo thought about it carefully. If he were an ordinary person, and there was a haunted house near his home where many people had died, he would also choose to move away as soon as possible if possible.

However, Su Mo was certainly not an ordinary person. As an old monster who had lived for many years, in a sense, he was the "ghost" that people talked about.

Su Mo walked calmly through the garden, even stopping to admire the surrounding landscaping.

What is a ghost?

To explain it in a somewhat unscientific way, it must be the soul. And who is Su Mo? Someone who casually devours souls, making him practically the natural nemesis of ghosts.

Not to mention that Su Mo doesn't believe in ghost stories at all, even if there really were ghosts... it would be nothing to Su Mo.

After passing through the garden, Su Mo arrived at the front of the house. He reached out and gently pushed the door open, which swung open with a thud.

Presumably, after the Wobbs family members died, the people who collected the bodies didn't want to linger in this godforsaken place and left without even locking the door. Su Mo also saw that the window on the other side was wide open and not closed.

However, the rumors of the haunted house have one advantage: not too many fools will be tempted by this deserted manor.

Although no one was watching over the house, only the outer iron gate was locked, and the doors and windows were still open, the contents inside, including the valuable oil paintings hanging in the hall, were all intact and had not been damaged in any way.

This is a good thing for Tlandon, as these items are quite valuable.

With the patriarch's mysterious death, the disappearance of the sole heir, internal strife within the collateral branches, and the covert machinations of outsiders, the Worbus family's assets have naturally shrunk considerably.

In this situation, every extra penny is good; otherwise, Tranton wouldn't have agreed to let Mrs. Liz go. For a short time, Mrs. Liz will be Tranton's cash cow.

Su Mo took out a flint and lit all the candlesticks in the room, illuminating the entire hall.

“Some of them look like kerosene lamps…” After looking at the candlesticks, Su Mo picked one up and walked towards the narrow passage on the left side of the hall.

According to Tranton, the first floor of the house contained a kitchen, dining room, storage room, servants' quarters, and a room leading to the basement.

The second floor houses an exhibition hall, a collection room, a study, and guest rooms.

The third floor, on the other hand, is the master bedroom.

Although the collateral branches of the Worbus family were vying for the position of family head, they still maintained their integrity to the end. Before a new family head was officially decided, no one actually moved into the third floor; they only lived in the guest rooms on the second floor.

Anyway, the houses in the manor are big enough that you can squeeze in a little.

Everyone knows they won't be staying for long. Soon things will come to a conclusion, and most people will leave, leaving only a few to remain in the manor.

But those people never expected that although they didn't stay for very long, no one could continue to stay in the manor.

Everyone was eventually carried out. Perhaps, in a sense, they did remain at Worbs Manor, forever remaining there in death.

Footsteps echoed in the somewhat narrow corridor. Su Mo, holding a candlestick, had his face illuminated in an eerie light by the lamplight.

His black clothes concealed most of his body in darkness.

If it weren't for his handsome face, Su Mo's current appearance would be enough to terrify a group of timid people.

These days, those timid people, before they die of fright, will probably exclaim, "These days, even ghosts are so good-looking."

There's nothing there.

After checking several rooms, Su Mo found nothing except a musty smell.

As it stands, this house doesn't resemble a haunted house at all; it's simply a quiet house that hasn't been inhabited for some time.

They entered a room that resembled a storage room, and descended the spiraling steps to a closed iron door.

He reached out and pushed, but the iron gate didn't budge.

Trent had also mentioned this basement to Su Mo, saying that apart from his father having the key, no one else had it, not even Wilbur had ever entered the basement.

No one else knows what's inside.

After checking the door lock and finding no signs of tampering, Su Mo decided after a moment's thought not to go in yet.

Let's sweep the whole house first and see if there's anything strange. If we're sure there's no danger, we can rest earlier.

Traveling at breakneck speed for ten days, it's impossible not to feel tired at all.

Although Su Mo is immune to death due to his massive amount of souls, he still needs to eat and rest normally, and he also feels tired.

Su Mo had experimented before; if he didn't eat or drink, he would die just like an ordinary person. However, when he "died," he could consume his soul to "revive," and although his body was still hungry, it could return to a normal state.

If his soul were completely depleted... Come to think of it, Su Mo had never encountered such a situation before.

Whether he was "trapped" in the past or now as the owner of that tattered piece of paper, Su Mo always has a large reserve of souls.

That very night, Su Mo found himself in a state of complete spiritual release, utterly alone. Less than half an hour later, he had devoured hundreds more souls, and was now back in his ruthless, "tycoon" state.

However, Su Mo does not age. Neither his soul nor his body ages. He has lived for a very long time without aging, and he does not consume any of his soul. He seems to have remained forever at the moment when he first came into contact with the paper.

For Su Mo, the passage of time seemed to have lost its meaning.

Immortal yet still needing everything that humans need—that is the true Su Mo.

Regardless of what others think, Su Mo is actually quite satisfied with his current state—except for the "Tyrant's Doomsday" that could "summon" him at any time.

They quickly searched the entire first floor but found nothing.

"The structure of this house is quite good, even better than the one I used to live in." Thinking about something completely unrelated to what he was doing now, Su Mo walked up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor has far fewer rooms than the first floor, but each one is larger and has a balcony. Walking through the middle, for some reason, there are quite a few mirrors hanging on the walls; at first glance, it's easy to mistake your own reflection for someone else.

"This mirror is quite similar to mirrors on Earth."

Although its technology lags behind that of Earth, in some aspects, this world is by no means inferior.

He blew out a few candles on the candlestick so that the light wouldn't be too glaring in the mirror's reflection, then pushed open a door next to him and heard a soft sob.

As night gradually fell on a haunted house, a faint sobbing sound drifted into Su Mo's ears on a night breeze.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Unlucky Guy

Someone so timid would probably be completely terrified by such a sudden, eerie sobbing sound. Even someone with a bit more courage would likely be startled and unable to remain calm.

However, the person wandering inside the house now is Su Mo. Even if there were a slight sob or a walking skeleton in front of him, his expression wouldn't change much.

Because he had actually seen this situation before!

Compared to the eerie ancient tomb that was "developed" by a man surnamed Hu and later a man surnamed Zhang, this house is really not scary at all.

The difference is probably like the difference between a haunted house in a park that costs five to ten yuan to enter and have a laugh, and one of the world's top ten haunted houses.

Ignoring the sobbing that seemed to come from nowhere, Su Mo strode into the room.

Just as he stepped into the room, the sobbing suddenly grew louder, seemingly transforming into a woman's shrill scream, filled with a heart-wrenching desolation.

"So noisy, what is that?" Su Mo muttered, turned around and walked out, heading straight in the direction the sound came from.

Although the sudden increase in volume didn't travel through the massive house, Su Mo could still make out the approximate direction of the sound's source.

Giving up on exploring the guest room, Su Mo quickened his pace, gradually escalating to a jog, and tossed aside the candlestick in his hand. A few seconds later, he arrived outside the study door.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Mo reached out and forcefully pushed open the study door.

A blurry white figure flashed before Su Mo's eyes the moment he pushed open the door, and before Su Mo could clearly see what the white figure was, it had already disappeared completely.

Su Mo entered the study and glanced around.

Although his eyesight wasn't as good as a demon like Arno, it was still far better than that of an ordinary person. With the faint light streaming in from the window leading to the balcony, Su Mo was able to make out the arrangement of things in the study.

It looks no different from an ordinary study, with a large table and chairs, and numerous bookshelves crammed with all kinds of books. The somewhat spacious central area is large enough to accommodate a huge dining table that can accommodate more than a dozen people—just like the table in the dining room on the first floor.

The bookshelves were all flush against the wall, so there couldn't be anyone hiding behind them unless there was some kind of secret room.

So, where did that blurry, ghost-like white figure go?

This study has only one entrance, which is the slightly ajar door that Su Mo just pushed open. Opposite this door are two floor-to-ceiling glass doors with wooden frames, leading directly to the spacious balcony outside the study.

The balcony is now completely empty, and the wooden-framed glass door is tightly closed, showing no signs of having been opened.

Apart from Su Mo, there was no one else in this study.

But just now, Su Mo clearly saw a blurry white shadow flash by.

Therefore, the only explanation is that the white figure was not human, but a ghost.

The Worbus Estate, as others have said, has become a haunted house?

"Sigh, it's a good thing I experienced student life for a while back then. Otherwise, I would have been really fooled because I didn't study enough..." Su Mo muttered to himself, then suddenly turned around and rushed out of the study into the collection room opposite the study, where he came face to face with a deathly pale face.

"Are you right... Miss?"

At this moment, Su Mo finally spoke the second half of his sentence.

However, the owner of this pale face was unable to answer Su Mo's question.

Just a second ago, Su Mo was still in the study, and the next second he had rushed here.

The ghost lady was clearly startled by Su Mo's ghostly speed. She involuntarily stepped back, lost her balance, and fell heavily to the ground.

It turns out that landing on the back of your head is extremely dangerous.

This ghost lady wasn't a real ghost either; her body began to convulse, and some white foam gushed from her mouth.

“This is much scarier than before…” Su Mo smiled and squatted down.