"81 Zhenyin Road, this is it."
Chung Shen-soo stood in front of an old house.
The traffic was convenient here, and the surrounding facilities were complete. It was definitely a good location in City G, where every inch of land was worth gold.
However, this single-door villa was completely out of place with the surrounding buildings. It gave off a completely unapproachable vibe.
According to the information of the foundation, this was also one of the haunted places.
However, the haunted people here were very homebodies, and they rarely came out. On average, only a few people died every year, and they had never dealt with it.
Otherwise, if they were stimulated to the point of going crazy, in this kind of downtown area, there would be a big mess at any time.
With the cooperation of the members of the foundation, this haunted house was also very famous, and ordinary people would not deliberately seek death.
There were once some people who did not believe in the supernatural and bought it. After all, in such a good place, they could make a lot of money by demolishing the building and selling the flowers.
However, they then treated the whole village to a meal …
Over the years, the name of the haunted house had become more and more famous, and few people dared to approach it, and they all avoided it.
Chung Shen-soo was silently observing, when he suddenly saw a group of people coming over.
One of them was in a suit and leather shoes, holding a folder in his hand. He was very pretentious, and said in the common language that was not very standard,
"Mr. Zhang … In City G, the price of a thousand-foot mansion is generally more than 20 million, but this one is more than 5,000 square feet, and it is only sold for 30 million. You won't suffer a loss, and you won't be fooled. Even if you don't live in it, you'll be very happy to let it appreciate!"
Obviously, this was a real estate agent.
In order to sell this old house, he also risked his life.
Such a haunted house, in his words, was simply worth it, and you would suffer a loss if you didn't buy it.
Even Chung Shen-soo was a little tempted when he heard this.
Although the so-called thousand-foot mansion was not even 100 square meters …
"Although I am not educated and am a foreigner, I have heard of the name 81 Zhenyin Road … It is said that the reason why this street is called Zhenyin Road is that they invited a Fengshui master to name it, to use this street to suppress the evil spirits here …"
Mr. Zhang sighed and said, "Even if you don't live in it, you may be killed by it … If not for the master, I wouldn't have come to have a look."
"Well, master, take a good look …" The agent felt that there was a chance, and his face became more enthusiastic.
He really wanted to sell this hot potato as soon as possible.
Since this Mr. Zhang came to view the house, he definitely had the desire to buy it.
Beside Mister Zhang, there was a middle-aged man dressed in a yellow Daoist robe. He wore a pair of round glasses and squinted his small eyes as he sized up Room 81. "Hmm, this place is indeed filled with murderous aura. It's not suitable for living.
The Fengshui master made a calculation, and then said, "Mr. Zhang, if you don't live in it, you, maybe you can live in it. Maybe you can."
As, Chung Shen-soo of. The Fengshui master, Soo, and said.
Anyone with the slightest bit of skill wouldn't dare to barge into the haunted house. Weren't they afraid of being cursed?
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Seeing that the Fengshui master was so smart, he immediately made a gesture.
The agent's face twitched as if he was cut by a knife, but he still nodded. Suddenly, he put on a smile and caught up with Mr. Zhang, "I have the key, let me open the door for you."
Chung Shen-soo was amused by his quick change of expression.
The agent came to the door, took out a brass key, and inserted it into the keyhole.
Click!
He turned the doorknob, but the door didn't open.
"Sorry … This place has not been repaired for a long time, and the lock is not working …"
The agent smiled awkwardly, "I'll get a locksmith now …"
"Well …"
Mr. Zhang took a step forward, looked around carefully, and felt satisfied.
Seeing that there was a peephole on the door, he moved closer.
Although he knew that he couldn't see anything, people always had the mentality of seeking death.
He moved his face closer and saw a bloodshot eyeball staring at him through the peephole!
"Ah!"
Mr. Zhang was so frightened that he fell back, and his legs kicked wildly to put some distance between him and the door. "Ghost, ghost … I don't want this house anymore, I don't want it anymore …"
He crawled up in a sorry state and ran away while barking like a wild dog.
The agent and the master looked at each other in shock …
"Don't go … There's a discount!"
The agent stretched out his hand weakly, as if trying to grab hold of the youth under the setting sun.
But looking at the disappearing back of the other party, he could only droop helplessly, like a defeated dog looking for a bar to drink.
"Are you a real estate agent?"
At this moment, Chung Shen-soo, who had been watching the show, suddenly spoke up.
"Yes, my surname is Song, and my name is Zhong. This is my name card. Sir, do you want to buy a house?"
Song Zhong took out his name card and handed it to Chung Shen-soo.
He seemed to be very experienced in this business.
"Wow … What a good name. It's fated with me!"
Chung Shen-soo accepted the name card, nodded, and pointed to the house, "Is there really a discount?"
"2% off. If you're paying in full, I'll give you 5% off! I don't even want a cut … "Song Zhong said sincerely.
"Alright, I'll pay in full. You can prepare the contract and transfer the ownership."
Chung Shen-soo nodded.
As soon as he saw the old house, he fell in love with it.
Besides, shouldn't one buy a house after earning some money in life?
Of course, most of his income didn't come from the canteen, but from the contributions of his previous employees.
With a few small goals in mind, it was more than enough to buy a house.
"Alright, sir. You have a good eye!"
Song Zhong gave him a thumbs up, "You're a straightforward man! May I know your name? "
"I'm a puppet. You can also call me Uncle Zhong!"
Chung Shen-soo waved his name card, "I'm very optimistic about the real estate investment here, and I'm even preparing to buy some unwanted properties … You can work for me, and I'll give you a commission."
Hmm, when the time comes, I'll just head over and destroy the Specters. Then, I'll resell the properties. It'll be a huge profit!
"Mr. Puppet, you're brave!"
Song Zhong felt as if he had been hit by a big gift from the sky. In G City, there were indeed some unsold houses. Now, he finally found a sucker …
…
At the hotel.
Summer was watching TV.
He had gone to the mountain road and fed the mosquitoes all night, but he didn't see anything.
His fans had a lot of opinions, and he had lost a lot of face.
Now, he was going to look for some haunted houses and start a second live adventure.
"It seems that I can consider the proposal of the two little girls that day …"
Just as Summer was thinking, he took the remote control and flipped to a local channel.
It was playing a piece of news.
"News from this station, two young girls from Aomori District committed suicide …"
Looking at the two profile pictures, Summer's pupils suddenly dilated.
That was … the two fans who had asked him out!
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