Zhu Mengmeng thought Chu Ge was an idiot.
Who told the other party straight out that the house wasn't haunted? How were they supposed to haggle now? Was he a man of letters through and through? He would lose everything if he went into business.
But compared with the house, what Chu Ge wanted more was the story.
Although he couldn't jump to conclusions-the murals and pendant, for instance, didn't look much like the Vermilion Bird and instead looked a little more like a Bifang-this really might have something to do with the Vermilion Bird. Even the slightest possibility made it a top priority.
Because, whether inside the book or out, this was the first trace of a clue they had obtained that might be connected to the Vermilion Bird.
In fact, hearing that the house wasn't haunted only made the owner more frightened.
If the house wasn't haunted, then the strange things he had witnessed were aimed at him personally... Never mind anything else; just how terrifying did a ghost have to be if, while targeting a person, it could make a mansion of several hundred square meters hot and stuffy?
Even a small Hánbá could hardly do more, could it?
And he instantly attributed all his recent business troubles to being haunted by a resentful ghost. Even finding no toilet paper in the bathroom, discovering his instant noodles were missing their seasoning packet, or running into argumentative trolls online-all of it came down to this.
He imagined all sorts of things, growing more frightened the more he thought about them. His face went white, and his voice trembled as he asked, "Is it really a ghost that followed me all the way from Southeast Asia? Then why have I been fine all these years? Is it starting to