The Second Story, Haunted House

Zhu Zhongwen sat silently on the sofa.

After the man in the overcoat finished his story, he subconsciously glanced at the other man's neck, but unfortunately, the collar blocked it completely, and he could not see anything.

He guessed that this man was the grandson who had been born last in the story.

So had he come here for help?

"He doesn't look like a Vicious Ghost, nor a strange entity, and even less like a ghost story, but I can't sense the aura belonging to an Awakened either... He's completely and utterly an ordinary person."

"Can an ordinary person come here?"

Zhu Zhongwen glanced at the second man who had told a story.

He was wearing a white T-shirt. He had a sturdy build and a crew cut, and looked quite energetic. He was probably a young man.

What kind of story would he tell?

I was a real estate agent.

I had entered the profession at nineteen, and by now, I had been in it for nearly seven or eight years.

Over the course of my career, I had secretly handled private deals behind the company's back and quietly pocketed price differences from customers.

Colluding with agents from other companies or sales consultants at new developments to secretly steal my colleagues' clients was also a common practice.

I knew that this behavior wasn't exactly honorable, but it hadn't stopped me from successfully buying a home and settling down in a major city.

Of course.

As an agent, I dealt with all kinds of houses more than anything else.

From time to time, I also came across Haunted Houses where murders had taken place.

One house in particular left an extremely deep impression on me. Even now, whenever I thought about it, I still felt that something about