37 Haunted Apartment 1
◎I bought the haunted apartment, didn't I?◎
Except for the relatively empty lobby on the first floor, the rest of the Haunted Apartment was filled with rooms. The group followed the landlord inside. Sang Mian looked at the rooms around and asked, "There are so many rooms, why are there only 48 tenants living here?"
The landlord had a sad expression on his pale face: "Because the Ghost Apartment hasn't had any money coming in for a long time, it will soon go bankrupt, so we will stop accepting guests."
What a weird reason. Sang Mian saw that the landlord's weirdness value was 50 points, which was not low. She asked again: "Why don't you go collect the rent yourself?"
Could it be that the weirdness values of these tenants are all above 50 points, so the landlord dare not go there?
The landlord said: "The customer is God."
What a reasonable explanation. Sang Mian continued to ask: "Is he still God if he doesn't give money?"
The landlord’s sad expression could hardly hold up. Why was this girl so annoying?
"As long as they don't leave the haunted apartment, they are all God."
Sang Mian: "So if I rent a house now, does that mean I am also God?"
The landlord completely lost control of his expression. He looked at Sang Mian coldly and said, "The Haunted Apartment is temporarily closed to guests."
"How pitiful." Sang Mian said sincerely, "Since you are so poor, why don't I buy out the Haunted Apartment?"
Situ Mingliang stumbled. Acquire the Haunted Apartment? Is she crazy? Where did she get so much money?
Not only him, but other players also stopped.
Xia Qing tilted her head and looked at the landlord: "Yes, you can sell the apartment to Sister Sang, so you will have money and you don't have to worry about someone owing you money and not paying it back."
The landlord's expression froze.
Sang Mian said patiently, "This apartment is old and dilapidated, and someone is living in it for free. You might as well sell it to me. You have to know that in this world, there are not many buyers."
The landlord's mouth twitched. "Sorry, I have no plans to sell the house yet. I have a deep relationship with the Haunted Apartment."
"That's just because the price is not right." Sang Mian said with an expression that I understand: "You name a price, it's just ghost money, I have plenty!"
The landlord is already in a mess, why would such a rich and strange person want to be the rent collector? Isn't this just looking for trouble?
Sang Mian patted his shoulder in a familiar manner and said, "I understand that old houses have feelings for each other. How about a flat price of 300 billion ghost money?"
landlord:"......"
Situ Mingliang: "......"
Other players: “…”
Is she kidding? How can a player have so much money? You know, the next dungeon is only a few hundred million. She just opened her mouth and said 300 billion ghost money. Isn't this ridiculous?
Chen Guang smiled and said, "You are so awesome, but you are still bragging about it. You want 300 billion ghost money? I'm afraid you can't even come up with 3 billion, right?"
Sang Mian turned to look at him: "Do I look poor?"
Not really. Although she is usually very low-key, she is indeed very rich. Sang Mian opened the game panel in her mind, and when she saw the strings of zeros, she nodded with satisfaction. Shen Guang's words made her think that her money was stolen.
Shen Guang challenged, “Then take it out and let us see it. We don’t know whether what you said is true or not.”
"Sorry, I don't want to show off my wealth." Sang Mian turned around and asked the landlord: "I think we can discuss the details of selling the apartment."
Shen Guang showed an expression that said, "If you don't have money, don't pretend to be rich."
Xia Qing clenched his fists: "Who do you think has no money? Sister Sang's money can kill you."
Chen Guang: "Oh, oh, oh, you're getting angry after just a few words."
The landlord tapped the ground with his cane. "Stop arguing, Miss Sang. I don't plan to sell the apartment for the time being. Just focus on how to help me get the rent back."
Sang Mian smiled sweetly: "Okay, Mr. Landlord, if you want to sell it within seven days, you can come to me at any time. I sincerely want to buy it."
Being a president or a dean would give her extra Weird Energy points, but she didn't know if being a landlord would give her any. So she decided to give it a try and not miss any opportunity to accumulate Weird Energy points!
Shen Guang was speechless at her pretentious remarks.
The landlord continued walking forward: "It's getting late, everyone should go to bed first, and we will start collecting rent tomorrow."
Although the haunted apartment is shabby, it still has an elevator. The old elevator is covered with small advertisements. Since the elevator is overloaded, it can only accommodate 14 people, so they have to be divided into two waves.
The landlord bent his knuckles and touched his forehead. "Your room is on the seventh floor. You don't need to pay rent for the next seven days. I will sort out the outstanding bills for the 48 tenants tonight and give them to you tomorrow."
He turned and walked into the elevator. The yellow light in the elevator shone on his white cheeks, making his skin look even stiffer. "By the way, some tenants have sleepwalking problems at night. Everyone, please be careful not to get scared."
Situ Minglang extracted the key words: "What does their sleepwalking have to do with us?"
"It's not directly related. It's always better to be cautious." The landlord smiled strangely: "Who of you will get on the elevator first?"
Situ Mingliang said considerately: "We from the Eternal Night Cult can wait for the next wave, you guys go first."
This is the beginning of a small group. Xia Qing rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, let's choose a room first."
Except for the players from the Cult of Eternal Night, all other players followed the landlord into the elevator. The yellow elevator door slowly closed, and the cramped space was eerily quiet.
When the landlord was thinking about how long they could hold out under the tenant's control, Sang Mian suddenly spoke again.
"Brother landlord, do you think I don't have money? Actually, I am very rich. Just name a price. I will agree to it if it is not more than 800 billion ghost coins!"
Sang Mian was feeling the pain when he said this, hoping that the landlord wouldn't be too greedy. 800 billion is not a small number!
The landlord glared at her impatiently and said, "Miss, why do you insist on buying a haunted apartment? You can buy several normal apartments for this price."
"Because I want to experience the joy of being a landlord." Sang Mian smiled: "Are you interested in making a deal?"
Although the landlord didn't want to make a deal with her at all, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "What deal?"
Sang Mian: "If I can prove that I have a lot of money, you can sell the apartment to me."
Landlord: “…I refuse.”
Sang Mian: "I'll give you another 100 billion! I really can't give you any more."
As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator reached the floor, and the landlord walked out quickly. He had said so many times that he would not sell it, so why didn't this girl know how to give up? If she continued to pester him, he was afraid that he would lose his temper.
Seeing Sang Mian's lost expression, Xia Qing comforted him, "This house isn't that great, it's shabby. We can just buy something else."
Sang Mian made a bitter face: "But I really like the haunted apartment. It gives me a feeling of home."
The players of Golden Dawn and Twilight Cross had complicated expressions. What does it feel like to be at home? Come on, the people living here are all weird, the kind that eat people! Normal people are lucky not to be scared.
Xia Qing shuddered: "No way? Sister Sang, I know you are very powerful, but this place is too gloomy and not suitable for living."
Sang Mian touched her head and said, "People need to adapt to the environment. Look how warm it is here and how friendly the landlord is."
Maybe it was the first time in his life that someone praised him for being friendly, and the landlord's cane fell to the ground with a "bang".
Sang Mian kindly picked it up and handed it to the landlord: "I see you are not very old, why are your hands shaking? Do you have Parkinson's? If you need treatment, please choose the Third Weird Hospital."
The advertisement came unexpectedly. The landlord took the cane and accidentally lost his grip. However, he bent down and picked it up this time. Then he said very quickly: "Thank you for your concern. To express my gratitude, you will be the first to choose a room!"
Something was wrong. After two copies, Sang Mian realized that it couldn't be that simple. She asked, "Can I just pick any room on the seventh floor?"
Landlord: “Of course.”
Xia Qing said happily: "Let's pick the innermost room. The chances of a sleepwalking tenant picking the innermost room are extremely small."
"Miss, each of you has a room. You are all here to help me collect rent. I can't let you all squeeze into one room." The landlord forced a smile again: "All rooms are available for selection."
Xia Qing pouted in frustration: "Okay, then Sister Sang can choose first, and I'll just live next to Sister Sang." Anyway, she absolutely does not want to leave Sister Sang. Only by following Sister Sang can she have a bright future!
Sang Mian thought for two seconds, then she pointed to the room closest to her and said, "Let's go with this one."
The landlord readily took out a bunch of keys from behind his waistband, then found the key to room 702 and handed it to Sang Mian.
Soon someone in the team was dissatisfied: "Why was she chosen first?"
"That's right, could it be that the landlord has his eyes on the money in her pocket?"
The two people who were talking were players from Golden Dawn. Zhuang Feng looked unhappy: "We don't even know if she has any money. The landlord is too easy to be fooled."
Bai Tang glanced at Zhuang Feng coldly and said, "Will you die if you don't speak?"
Zhuang Feng was very unhappy after being rebuked. He retorted: "Is it your turn to interrupt me?"
Bai Tang crossed her arms and said with disdain: "You can also bribe the landlord with money, but I'm afraid you don't even have the ability to brag, right?" She paused, as if she remembered something: "Only people with low self-esteem and jealousy will try their best to belittle others, don't you think?"
Xia Qing felt so relieved when she heard this. She didn't expect that the seemingly weak Bai Tang would be so aggressive when confronting others! She raised her thumbs with great joy, "Teacher Bai, please publish a book!"
Zhuang Feng was so angry that he was shaking all over: "This is not a game hall, are you looking for death?"
There aren't that many rules in the weird game, and there's no rule that players can't kill each other, but most players unite to pass the dungeon, and few people quarrel in the game. After all, killing is not illegal here.
Sang Mian stood in front of the two of them like an old hen, "Why do you want to fight?"
Just as the two were about to start fighting, the elevator door opened and players from the Cult of Eternal Night walked out of the elevator.
The arrival of the players interrupted the argument, and Zhuang Feng calmed down. He pointed at Sang Mian and the other two and said, "I'll let you go today. Don't cause trouble for me in the game!"
Xia Qing put her hands on her hips and pointed at his nose: "Let us let you go!"
Zhuang Feng was furious. Someone with only 12 points of weirdness dared to challenge him. He clenched his fist and was ready to hit him. The moment he stretched out his hand, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by Sang Mian.
"You're going to beat up someone from my guild right in front of me?" Sang Mian laughed angrily, "It's not good to have such a bad temper. We should help each other."
As she spoke, Sang Mian slightly exerted force on her wrist. She had bought strength points in the mall before, and in terms of strength, no one present was as strong as her.
Zhuang Feng tried to pull his hand back, but found that he couldn't pull it back. Sang Mian was as immovable as steel. His face turned pale, "You...you..."
"What do you mean?" Sang Mian looked at him with innocent eyes.
With a "crack", Zhuang Feng cried out in pain.
Sang Mian let go of his hand in surprise: "Ah! I didn't pay attention and broke your bone. I'll fix it for you!"
Before Zhuang Feng could react, there was another “crack” sound. Zhuang Feng screamed, then covered his hands and stepped back repeatedly, his eyes widened: “You bitch!”
Sang Mian clenched his fist and glanced at him: "Say it again?"
The voice was not loud, but the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
Situ Mingliang tried to reconcile: "Although we don't know what just happened, let's not quarrel for now."
Yan Xingyu, another player of Golden Dawn, tugged at the corner of Zhuang Feng's clothes and said, "Forget it, Zhuang, don't bother with him."
Zhuang Feng covered his hands and left angrily.
The corridor returned to calm. The players' eyes were subtle. Everyone kept a distance from Sang Mian and the other two, intentionally or unintentionally. After all, a player who could break someone's bones with one hand was too dangerous!
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