Early the next morning, Chen Shouyi took a Wooden Sword and ran all the way to the haunted house, ready to practice.
But when he arrived, he saw a crowd of curious onlookers gathered outside. As he approached, Chen Shouyi realized that the iron gate, which had been locked, stood wide open. The weeds in the yard had been cleared away, and more than a dozen workers were inside renovating the place.
The crowd murmured among themselves, pointing and whispering.
"Those people really aren't afraid of dying."
"I heard they only paid twenty million. They were just trying to get a bargain. I bet they didn't even ask around before buying it." A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, wearing a thick gold chain, sneered.
"Twenty million is still a lot." An old man shook his head. "Even if it were two million, I wouldn't buy a place like this. It's bad luck."
Chen Shouyi frowned slightly as he listened. It seemed he wouldn't be able to practice here anymore.
He looked around helplessly for a moment, then had no choice but to head back to his residential complex.
The grounds of the complex where he lived were quite nice. There was a medium-sized lakeside park inside.
Early in the morning, the place was full of people exercising. Besides the elderly, there were also plenty of young people practicing martial arts.
It was a little noisy, with too many distractions to let him use his full strength.
But for today, he would have to make do.
Chen Shouyi found an open patch of ground and took up his stance. Like an old man, he slowly practiced his sword forms while carefully feeling how his body generated force. His muscles flowed like water throughout his body. Though his