Terror: I Only Sell Haunted Houses
Chapter 550

Up the Mountain to Find the Box

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In the storeroom.

Apart from the contents of that notebook, we found no useful clues.

After putting everything in the storeroom back where it belonged, I kept the notebook.

But I still asked the old lady's permission to take it away.

"Take it, take it."

The old lady beamed. "I was worried none of this would be any use to you. If it helps, just take it."

I told An Ning and Yi Yang to go back to Uncle Gui's house to rest. I wasn't going with them.

I wanted to stay here and keep the old lady company.

After they left, the old lady learned that I wanted to stay at her place. She laughed heartily and said she couldn't ask for anything better.

She hadn't had visitors here in a long time over these past years. Usually, she was the only one at home.

She treated me like an honored guest, bringing out fruit and then going to make up a bed for me.

Once she had made the bed, we sat in the living room watching television.

The old lady was probably a woman of few words normally, but she was very talkative with me.

Many elderly people treated young people of their grandchildren's generation like their own children.

She chatted with me about all sorts of family matters, saying that a grandson of hers had been abducted. After hearing that I was twenty-seven this year, she grew even warmer toward me, because I was the same age as Li Fuguang.

"My Fu Guang was such a sturdy little boy when he was young. So adorable."

"It's just that his health wasn't very good as a child, and he would fall ill every Lunar New Year's Eve."

The old lady kept telling me stories about Li Fuguang's

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