49 Haunted Apartment 13
◎Sang Mian, a man of great skill◎
Sang Mian suddenly realized: "Yes! He doesn't even dare to speak."
Xia Qing: "Don't hurt his self-esteem, he's quite pitiful."
Sang Mian thought, the landlord should feel sorry for her, who should feel sorry for her? There was not even a single man in such a huge haunted apartment.
Just as everyone was about to leave, the landlord's door opened with a click, and his pale face revealed a burst of anger: "Who said I can't do it?"
Sang Mian saw that the landlord was both surprised and puzzled. She asked cautiously, "Can you do it?"
The landlord was so proud and confident that his moustache was about to reach the sky: "Of course I can do it!"
Sang Mian: "Then let me introduce you to my girlfriend."
The landlord turned his head and said: "I don't need a girlfriend, thank you."
He came out just to prove his ability. There are so many people outside, what should he do if they spread rumors? It takes only one mouth to spread rumors, but it takes a lot of effort to refute them. The landlord knows this very well.
Sang Mian wanted to say something else, but his eyes were attracted by the landlord's clothes. His clothes were dirty, and there were three big holes on the sleeves and trouser legs.
"Brother landlord, you are so poor!" She said with a sigh, "You are still unwilling to sell the apartment to me even though it is like this."
The landlord was stunned by what he said. He looked down at his clothes and thought, damn, he had left in such a hurry that he forgot to change his clothes.
He quickly ran back to his room and put on a black windbreaker, then said sullenly, "You guys go collect the rent, I don't need a girlfriend."
"No!" Sang Mian shouted, "You must go!"
Things have come to this point, even if the landlord has to force the issue, he must go on the date!
She took a deep breath and said, "Brother Landlord, let's make a deal."
The landlord deadpanned, “I’m not selling this apartment.”
"It's not an apartment." Sang Mian stared into the landlord's eyes and said slowly: "As long as you go on a date, I will give you one million ghost coins."
Ten billion ghost money! This is not a small amount!
The landlord hesitated. Who wouldn't be tempted to get some money just for a date? But he felt something was wrong. He always felt that something bad would happen if he agreed. After careful consideration, he decided to refuse.
"Ms. Sang, I'm not the kind of man who would bow down for money."
Sang Mian: "Add another 5 billion."
The landlord smiled brightly: "Where is my dear date?"
Players represented by Situ Mingliang have become wooden men. They all said: Can the game be played like this?
Xia Qing said quietly beside them: "See? This is the power of money."
[Fifteen billion ghost money is equivalent to the landlord's date, and the transaction is established (you have successfully measured the price of the date)]
The system prompt sounded in his head, and Sang Mian showed a satisfied smile: "The date is the tenant of 102, let's go on the date now!"
Hearing the word "102", the smile on the landlord's face immediately disappeared. He grabbed Sang Mian's shoulders in disbelief and shook him madly: "What did you say! The tenant of 102! I was wondering how you could be so willing to buy my life with money!"
Tenant 102 was notoriously bad-tempered, and as the landlord of the haunted apartment he naturally knew that. Moreover, as a landlord, his weirdness value was only 50 points, so he would only suffer if he met a powerful character, let alone dating a crazy woman.
Sang Mian was dizzy and dazed: "It's not that scary, she's just a poor girl who was heartbroken."
The landlord's eyes seemed to be filled with poison: "There is no way I will go on a date, and I don't want the money, bye!"
The onlookers were shocked that the landlord actually went back on his word. Unfortunately, President Sang’s plan failed.
Sang Mian was not in a hurry. She sneered: "Give up on this idea! Do you think you can still get away? Even if you scream your throat out today, no one will come to save you."
The landlord didn't take it seriously. Could this group of people kidnap him?
As he was walking back, he suddenly felt an irresistible force in his body. That force took over his body and forced him to walk to Sang Mian's side. He said uncontrollably, "Date."
What kind of witchcraft is this! The landlord's pupils suddenly contracted, and only his eyeballs could be controlled by himself!
Seeing this magical scene, Bai Tang couldn't help but say, "Why does Sister Sang look even more evil than the landlord?"
Xia Qing admired: "But she is really handsome when she is threatening and weird, don't you think?"
Bai Tangyu choked: "You are a pervert."
Xia Qing smiled obscenely and said, "Thank you for the compliment."
"..." Bai Tang: "Xiao Qing, are you letting yourself go too much?"
Xia Qing looked at Sister Sang's back and answered seriously: "There is a saying that goes, 'If you keep company with vermilion, you will be red; if you keep company with ink, you will be black.' I think I have improved."
Bai Tang: "..."
The landlord walked to the first floor with stiff limbs. Seriously, he was really about to cry.
Sang Mian patted his shoulder and said, "Come on! The date will be a success!"
Success is bullshit! Just being alive is enough.
The unknown force controlled his body and knocked on the door of room 102. At this time, all the players hid in the corner of the corridor.
The small corridor suddenly became extremely crowded.
Xia Qing said: "The landlord is quite nice. He may not be happy about it, but his body is honest."
Sang Mian agreed with Xia Qing's words very much. The matchmaker's work was going very smoothly. She believed that the tenants of Room 102 would soon be able to get out of the shadow of heartbreak.
She sighed: "A beautiful story begins here."
The next second, the door of room 102 was opened, and the strange energy filled the entire corridor. Xia Qing, who had a lower strange energy value, shuddered: "Is the tenant of room 102 particularly strong? I feel cold."
Sang Mian's attention was focused on the tenant. He saw a big and strong middle-aged woman in a red skirt walking out of the room strangely. She held flowers in her left hand and a love letter in her right hand, and looked the landlord up and down.
"...It's quite strong."
Xia Qing squatted behind her and asked, "Does she look good? Is she a good match for the landlord?"
Sang Mian lowered his head silently, his voice as small as a mosquito: "I think they are a good match. This is just my personal opinion."
Xia Qing thought that Sister Sang's vision was definitely right, and the landlord was in luck.
Situ Mingliang was so frightened when he saw the tenant that he dared not breathe. He felt sympathy for the landlord from the bottom of his heart. From a distance, the tenant of Room 102 was like a ball, weighing about 400 pounds. The landlord's small body was not even half her size.
The landlord's legs were shaking. He said to the tenant of Room 102 with an expression that looked uglier than crying, "You are so beautiful. Can you go out with me?"
Tenant 102 was very angry. She had never met such a frivolous man. He openly expressed his love in a love letter after only meeting her once. It was so disrespectful to her.
So she threw the rose at the landlord's head: "Shame on you!"
The landlord was then punched against the wall and two of his teeth were knocked out. His eyes were full of fear and he wanted to escape, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, if he could survive, he would never let Sang Mian go!
Then he was dragged into the room.
The landlord's screams echoed throughout the haunted apartment. Sang Mian covered her ears guiltily. She really didn't mean to harm the landlord. Who knew that the tenant of Room 102 was so cruel and would start fighting at the slightest disagreement.
I don’t know how long it was before the door of Room 102 was opened again, and the landlord was thrown out like a rag doll. His body was covered in blood, and in some places one could even see white bones.
Following him out was a stack of paper money for the dead. The tenant of Room 102 cursed, "If you want the rent, then pay the rent. Don't disgust me! I'll give you the rent right now!"
The purpose of collecting rent was achieved, although the process was a little different. Sang Mian's mood was incomparably complicated.
The players subconsciously looked at Sangmian. An hour ago, Sangmian asked them if they were single. Now they couldn't help but feel their hair stand on end when they saw the landlord's fate.
Situ Mingliang said in a strange tone: "Your methods are really brilliant."
Sang Mian explained: "...It's not what you think. I really intend to help the poor girl get out of the shadow."
Even she herself found it hard to believe what she said, so she gave up on explaining.
The landlord was lying unconscious in the corridor, and two strong players in the team volunteered to take him back to the room.
Qin Miao also appeared on the first floor at this time, holding a white plastic bag in her hand.
After seeing Sang Mian, she waved excitedly: "Miss Sang, I bought you lunch, come and eat!"
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