"Holy crap! It really is! More than 20 years ago, that foundation was bought from a man surnamed Zhang."

And believe it or not, it's very cheap!

The fat man's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Grandpa, you're amazing! You know all that!"

The fat man praised.

“Look, this says that you used to be one family, but after you separated and started your own household, you broke away from your maternal family name!”

My maiden name is Zhang!

I pointed to the tiny characters on the paper and explained it to the fat man.

The fat man was dumbfounded once again.

"Sir, do you mean that the man surnamed Zhang was actually our family, no, we've become enemies?"

So, selling me this house was to harm me?

The fat man finally realized what was happening.

I nodded.

Based on the description in the notes, that should be the case.

A complete route has emerged.

The branch that was driven out at that time changed their surname to Zhang. You should know that in ancient times, changing one's surname at will was a real humiliation.

So, what was originally a family became enemies.

Afterwards, the Zhang family sold the house to He Feilong.

The purpose may be revenge.

Fatty Sister probably knew about the conspiracy, so she drove He Feilong away beforehand.

This explains it clearly.

"That's the only way. I've said it before, there aren't that many coincidences in this world."

Many coincidences are actually man-made!

For example, your sworn enemy is surnamed Zhang, and the person who sold you the house is also surnamed Zhang.

The problem lies in that very place!

I stared into the fat man's eyes and explained slowly.

After I finished speaking, the fat man sat down on the ground, unable to say a word.

"So that's how it is. In that case, it's possible that this branch of the family was the one that killed our whole family?"

The fat man suddenly realized what was happening.

If there really is a Zhang family like this, then their family's decline and extermination are very likely the work of the other party.

"Based on the current situation, this is most likely the case! However, it's not certain, since there are still many things that we haven't determined yet."

I shook my head and gave a negative answer.

Logically speaking, everything makes sense now, but the problem is that there are still many things that cannot be explained clearly.

"You probably don't know the problems with your guesthouses."

Besides the fact that your guesthouse can keep 17 chickens after eating them every day, it also has many other special features!

I know of at least two cellars, as well as some special rooms.

Seeing that the man didn't quite believe me, I continued to explain.

"What? My guesthouse still has something like this? I lived there for years!"

The fat man was dumbfounded once again after hearing this; it was simply like a fantasy.

"You really don't know?"

I moved closer to the fat man and looked into his eyes.

"Grandpa! You've helped me so much, and things have come to this point, why would I lie to you!"

The fat man was almost in tears, desperately trying to prove himself.

I find that hard to believe.

Those tunnels weren't dug in just the last few years.

When Lao Dao and I went there, the tunnel was already many years old.

Looking back now, there were many unique patterns in the tunnel, and these patterns seemed to be the same as those in his house.

In other words, the tunnel beneath the guesthouse must have been left many years ago, and it was definitely not created after Fatty Sister looted it.

“I don’t mean to doubt you, I’m just telling you that there’s a big problem with your guesthouse.”

Perhaps to find out the truth, we'll have to go back after dealing with the evil spirits here!

I continued studying the notebook.

However, the words I just wrote have completely disappeared, presumably because the remaining power within the inkstone has been exhausted.

The inkstone had just been turned to dust in full view of everyone.

I placed my hand on it and gently rubbed it between my fingers, leaving some dust on my fingers.

I always felt that this dust was somewhat special.

"Hey girl, can I get you a piece of paper?"

I held out my hand, and the woman quickly took out a piece of brown paper from her bag and put it in my hand.

I carefully wrapped all the dust on the table in a piece of kraft paper, then slowly folded it in half.

"Brother, what are you doing with all this powder?"

The older woman found it a bit strange, because such useless things would be considered garbage by most people.

"I always felt there was some use to it, so there's no harm in collecting them!"

I held the small paper packet in my hand and weighed it. After all, it was powder from an inkstone, so the weight was acceptable.

It felt heavy and substantial in my palm.

Everything we encountered since entering this house has now come in handy.

Therefore, I will keep this inconspicuous inkstone powder with me.

"Xiao He! If you're hiding something from me, I suggest you tell me now, otherwise no one can save you when the time comes!"

I put those things away and then looked at the fat man again.

I always felt that the fat man probably knew something, but for some reason he didn't tell me.

I hate people like that the most.

The fat man quickly kowtowed to me: "Don't worry, sir, I've told you everything I could! I really haven't hidden anything!"

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