"What's going on? Why is it so cold all of a sudden?" Fan Liwen shivered, then froze. He realized that his breath turned into white mist, rising up like wisps of smoke.

call……

Fan Liwen gasped, his eyes widening in shock as he looked toward the stairs in terror.

Suddenly remembering something, Fan Liwen shouted loudly, waving his hands in the air to signal everyone to hurry up, "Hurry up! Go downstairs! Hurry!!!" He shouted as he rushed towards the elevator.

Du Nan was startled and wanted to run, but after a few steps, he realized that his boss and the people his boss brought had not run away. He stopped in his tracks with suspicion and turned around to look. What should he do?

To run or not to run?

What's going on now? Am I seeing a ghost?

"Boss? Aren't we going to run? This place is so weird, so cold! It feels like a freezer!" Du Nan hugged his arms and shivered, his neck hunched over.

Ma Rui and Lin Yu weren't unaware of the anomaly; rather, this wasn't the first time they'd encountered strange things with their boss. The last human trafficking incident was even more bizarre—the weather suddenly changed in the middle of nowhere, and the boss even delivered 'money' to someone. The ashes vanished in a flash, making it even more eerie.

"Heaven and earth have their order, humans have their way, and ghosts have their way. There are some taboos. Although they are not necessarily to be followed, one cannot be without taboos. If you are unlucky and run into the wrong place, the result will be the same as this building. The design of this building blindly follows the foreign design style, reversing good and bad fortune. The gate of life falls on the gate of ghosts, and with eighteen floors, it has become the exit of the underworld."

"What?! The exit from the underworld?! What nonsense are you spouting?!" A terrified voice interrupted.

It was Fan Liwen, who had just run away. His once meticulously styled hair was now disheveled, and beads of sweat were visible on his forehead. His eyes were filled with fear. He had wanted to take the elevator down, but it suddenly stopped working. So he had to run back, thinking that with more people and more positive energy, they could take the stairs down together and maybe it would be fine.

Who knew that I would hear such shocking things as soon as I got back?

What the hell is this "exit from the underworld" nonsense? His place just has bad feng shui; it has absolutely nothing to do with any feudal superstitions!! Fine, don't buy it, but don't spread rumors, he's angry!!

“If I’m not mistaken, you already knew there was something wrong with the building, and you even had someone look into it. That person was really capable, but his abilities were limited. He could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause, and could only seal off the building from the 15th floor upwards. Am I right?” Yuan Zhuan looked at Fan Liwen’s disheveled face and told him the truth.

Fan Liwen, who was initially terrified, suddenly felt less afraid after hearing the calm and composed man's words. He asked in surprise, "Could it be that you know about this?"

"I know a little bit about it, and I like this kind of environment."

Fan Liwen: !!!

What the heck? You like it?!

"Come on, right here, let's talk about the house purchase agreement."

Fan Liwen stared wide-eyed at the seemingly abnormal General Manager Yuan, his mouth agape in astonishment. "Are you sure? We're going to talk here?" He pointed to the ground, where each footprint was clearly visible, doubting his own ears.

"There's a conference table and chairs here, and A4 paper and pens too. Doesn't Mr. Fan think this is the perfect place for a conversation, with all the right timing, location, and people?"

Everywhere I looked was dust and cobwebs—what the hell is this perfect storm of circumstances?!

"Boss, everything's ready," Ma Rui said as he stepped forward.

Inside the small meeting room, the tables and chairs had been cleaned up, and clean paper, pens, and ink were laid out on them.

"The water dispensers in the office are all there, and there's a tea room in the back with tap water," Du Nan said with a smile as he walked over with a rag. "The place is really well-equipped."

Du Nan just looked at the back, and everything inside is usable. If they really take over this building, they'll make a fortune.

Fan Liwen was thus led by the nose.

The three sat around the conference table discussing the contract. "You see this building," the landlord said. "The situation up to the fifteenth floor is unusable. I won't lie to you, the most skilled fortune teller said that even if this place is demolished, there will be several deaths and lawsuits. The best solution is not to sell it. Otherwise, even if it's demolished and rebuilt, the feng shui here can't be changed, and the rebuilt house will still have the same problems as now. But I'm going abroad soon and I probably won't be coming back here. Leaving this house here is a waste, and I want to get rid of it as soon as possible. People who come to see it only want the land. I'm not selling. You can make an offer, and if I think it's right, I'll sell it. If not, just leave it here. The government will give me compensation for the demolition." As he finished speaking, the landlord's gaze swept back and forth between Yuan Zhuan and Du Nan's faces. Clearly, his words were purposeful.

“You’re the landlord, so it’s natural for you to make the offer. It’s meaningless for us to make an offer. As buyers, we naturally want as little as possible. If I offer ten million, you’ll be angry, won’t you?” Du Nan said with a grin.

The words "ten million" immediately darkened Fan Liwen's face. "If you want to buy, give me a sincere price. Thirty million is out of the question, don't even mention it." Thirty million was the price of the land, and it was also the price offered by the real estate agent and several other real estate centers that had recently come by. He rejected them all without any room for negotiation.

"Give me a price, within your acceptable range."

Yuan Zhuan's words made Fan Liwen sit up straight, looking directly at Yuan Zhuan. "Sixty-five million, not a penny less." His tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

"40 million, and one additional condition: I'll help you find your son."

The first two sentences made Fan Liwen's face turn pale, but the last sentence made his face turn deathly white. "How did you know? Who are you?" His voice trembled, his lips quivered, and the muscles on his shocked face shook.

“The only person who dares to buy your building without any problems; the only person who can help you find your son; your child is probably suffering terribly right now, his life or death is in your hands. You have a month to consider. If you can buy this building, I'll be happy; if you can't, I'll only feel a little regret, nothing more. Let's go, let President Fan think it over carefully before making a decision.” This time, Yuan Zhuan stood up, while Fan Liwen remained in his seat.

"Why should I believe you?!" Yuan Zhuan stepped out of the conference room, and Fan Liwen's hoarse question came from behind him.

My child is only fifteen years old and is studying in junior high school abroad. Last month, he went out with his classmates and said he would be back in a week. Because this happens often, no one in the family took it seriously, including his wife who went there specifically to accompany him. However, he did not return as promised, and his classmates who went with him said that he left with his other friends the next day and they returned as well.

So his wife was frantically searching for him over there, while he couldn't go immediately because his passport had expired, so he had to ask a friend to look for him first. These past few days, he's been running around dealing with this matter—selling the house. He'd been wanting to sell it for a while, and the real estate agent who listed the house had just introduced him to Du Nan. Today was also a coincidence that he was passing by and had time to come over; otherwise, where would he find the time and energy to deal with selling the house now?

"Come on, let me show you another side of this world."

Fan Liwen: ...

Dunan: I want to go, but I'm scared.

"I won't go, I won't go, don't pull me..." Du Nan struggled in mid-air with a pale face, slapping at the hands that Ma Rui and Lin Yu were holding him on both sides, and kicking his feet in the air, all in vain.

"Boss, boss... I'm not going, I'm not going, ahhh..." Du Nan's pitiful cries echoed throughout the entire floor; anyone who didn't know better would have thought someone had committed murder.

Bang!

Black talisman ash was scattered all over the door of the fifteenth-floor staircase. The door opened automatically with a bang, and the loud noise followed.

utter silence... Du Nan fell silent...