I went back to work the day after we returned to Lanjiang City.
Last year, the Seventh Master had read Meng Yifan's fortune.
His luck was exceptionally strong this year, and good luck for him meant good business for the storefront, so all of us had been very busy lately.
Every winter was the peak season for deaths among the elderly across the country.
Especially when temperatures became extreme, elderly people who were already in poor health had a hard time surviving the winter.
Some died in hospitals, while others died at home. Then there were elderly people living alone, with no other relatives at home and their children away working. If they died suddenly of an illness at home, days might pass before anyone knew...
When an elderly person living alone died like that, their home counted as a haunted house.
If an elderly person died at home with other relatives present, and the funeral arrangements were handled promptly, that was just a normal house.
But even those houses were hard to sell. Plenty of people still considered them unlucky.
So other real estate agents were unwilling to sell those houses. After all, they didn't specialize in haunted houses and had little experience.
They would list the houses with us instead.
Meng Yifan's business was booming, and he was already preparing to open a second storefront.
Construction had also begun on the hotel he and Pan Xiaorou were opening together. It was expected to be finished in the first half of the year.
The Seventh Master had also formally adopted Xiuzhu.
But the Seventh Master's ties to his Six Kin were weak too. He didn't dare call himself Xiuzhu's father or have her call herself his daughter. Besides, Xiuzhu was young, and with a young child, he had to