"Oh my god!" Aunt Zheng shuddered in fright, her heart pounding wildly. She raised her hand and slapped Liu Jiawei on the head: "Are you trying to kill me?!"
Liu Jiawei covered his head: "?"
He looked aggrieved: "Sis, why did you hit me?"
"Who the hell is that portrait of? Our parents aren't dead yet!" Aunt Zheng slapped Liu Jiawei on the head again, gritting her teeth as she tried to scold him, but as she did so, she subconsciously glanced at the eerily smiling portrait, and her voice involuntarily lowered.
"This is a perfectly good new house, and you hang a portrait of a deceased person facing the main entrance. Don't you find it unlucky?"
“Oh, this portrait belongs to the previous homeowner’s father. Before he sold the house to me, he made a special request that I keep the portrait of his father hanging in the lobby on the first floor. He said he would give me a discount of 200,000 yuan.”
Liu Jiawei scratched his head: "I thought it was just to hang up a portrait for the deceased, and I don't usually use this floor much. I could also get a discount of 200,000 yuan, so I agreed."
Two hundred thousand yuan is not a small amount for rural people. Liu Jiawei also has a wife and children to support, so he naturally wants to save money wherever possible.
Besides, it's just hanging up a portrait, not putting ashes in a coffin, so he can accept it.
Upon hearing this, Aunt Zheng immediately felt that displaying a portrait for the deceased was no big deal, as it would save her 200,000 yuan! Plus, she could get such a nice apartment; it was indeed a good deal.
Aunt Zheng didn't dare look at the strange portrait any longer. She turned to Nan Yuanman, who was getting off Feng Congqian and looking around the room with a compass in his handbag, and asked, "Yuanman, how is it? Can you see anything wrong with this house?"
“There’s a problem, a big problem.” Nan Yuanman looked at the wildly spinning compass and then looked at Liu Jiawei with admiration: “Uncle, you’re really brave.”
Liu Jiawei subconsciously replied, "Thank you for the compliment."
After he finished speaking, he realized what he had said, scratched his head, and asked embarrassedly, "Oh dear, why did you suddenly start praising me? Little Master, you have a really sweet tongue."
Nan Yuanman looked at him strangely: "You dare to live in a ghost house, of course I have to praise you."
“Of course, I’m into… wait a minute.” Liu Jiawei nodded, but when he realized what Nan Yuanman had said, his eyes widened suddenly: “What did you say? A haunted house?!”
Aunt Zheng felt a chill run down her spine and quickly asked, "Yuanman, what does 'yin house' mean?"
"What I mean is that this building is a burial site." Nan Yuanman pointed to the hall: "Didn't Aunt Zheng feel that the temperature here was very low when she came in? This house is in the shade and faces a low-lying area, which is excellent feng shui for a burial site, but not good feng shui for a house."
Nan Yuanman looked at the portrait hanging above the hall. The smile on the old man's face, which was full of fat, was slowly disappearing. His eyes gradually became gloomy, and he stared at the people in the living room with a cold and sinister expression.
"You've taken over the old man's house, no wonder he chased you with an axe!"
Liu Jiawei was completely dazed: "How... how could it be a yin house? When that big boss sold it to me, he clearly told me that he had consulted a feng shui master and that the feng shui of this building was excellent!"
Nan Yuanman nodded, saying innocently, "The feng shui is good, but only for the dead."
Liu Jiawei: "..."
Aunt Zheng: "..."
Aunt Zheng seemed to have thought of something, and she jumped up behind Nan Yuanman as if her bottom was on fire. She didn't dare to look at the portrait that made her feel uneasy anymore, and pointed with her little finger: "Yuanman, the owner of this building you mentioned, wouldn't it be, that old man?"
Nan Yuanman nodded: "It's him."
As soon as she entered the house, she sensed something watching her from the shadows, and she also saw a faint ghostly aura emanating from behind the portrait.
The old man was hiding behind the portrait, peeking at them.
Aunt Zheng panicked: "What, what do we do now? We've already bought the house! We can't just buy it and not live in it, letting the money go down the drain, can we?"
Liu Jiawei gritted his teeth and couldn't help but spit out, "Damn it! That bastard Ge Dapang! He actually dared to lie to me!"
He trusted him so much, and he actually sold him a ghost house!
Feng Congqian frowned slightly and asked him, "Didn't you conduct a background check before buying the house?"
"Yes! Of course I have! The person who sold me the house is Ge Dapang. He's a big boss who came from out of town to develop his business here. He has plenty of money. Knowing that I wanted to buy a house, he specially recommended it to me, saying that he wanted to use it as a hotel. However, his business is not doing well, and he is going back to his hometown. He urgently needs to sell it and can sell it cheaply."
Liu Jiawei looked annoyed: "I checked and asked the neighbors, and confirmed that Ge Dapang really wanted to use this house to build a hotel. He offered a reasonable price, so I bought it. Who knew..."
These ordinary people can't possibly do a thorough background check when buying a house, especially since the building was self-built. Plus, with Ge Dapang's image as a big boss, they felt that a big boss wouldn't go to such lengths to deceive an ordinary person like him, so they bought it.
Who would have thought that Ge Dapang would be so heartless as to sell him a burial site!
Liu Jiawei wiped his face and looked pleadingly at Nan Yuanman: "Little Master, please help me get rid of that thing still living in this house. I have a wife and children, and my child is about to start school. If we don't have a house, she won't be able to go to school..."
Nan Yuanman put the compass back into his small satchel, took out two amulets from the satchel, and stuffed them into Aunt Zheng and Liu Jiawei's hands: "Take them."
As she pulled out her copper coin sword, she said, "I'll call him out first and see if he's willing to leave."
"Grandpa, did you hear that? They didn't take over your land on purpose. Your son sold your land, and they are the owners of this house now." Nan Yuanman said in a childish voice, trying to reason with them.
"You've been lingering in the mortal realm for too long, and your lifespan in the underworld is coming to an end. It's time for you to be reincarnated. If you go down there, I'll have them burn a luxurious villa for you as compensation, okay?"
"no!"
As soon as Nan Yuanman finished speaking, a hoarse, aged voice rang out, followed by a transparent figure appearing beside the portrait.
The transparent figure was older than the one in the portrait, but still had a face full of scars and looked fierce. He was also holding a blood-stained axe in his hand.
He glared fiercely at Liu Jiawei: "This house is my home! I don't agree to them moving in! They can't live here! Get out! All of you get out!"
The old man raised the axe in his hand, his face quite terrifying: "If you don't get out of here, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Aunt Zheng and Liu Jiawei couldn't see the old man; they only saw Nan Yuanman looking at the empty space next to the portrait and talking to himself.
The two shivered and hugged each other tightly, not daring to utter a single word, for fear that if they made a sound, that thing would cling to them.
Nan Yuanman frowned: "But big brother has already bought this house! He's the owner now! Not you! Grandpa, you can't stay here anymore!"
"Why not? This house is my root! You want me to abandon my root? You'll have to step over my dead body!"
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