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Beside him was a rather naive-looking young woman who had just graduated from college. She was dressed in professional attire and wore light makeup, trying her best to appear mature, which made Li Qing quite emotional.

He was like this back in the day.

Li Qing said nothing, looking around. He had viewed more than ten second-hand houses, and this one had a great location, was cheap, and at ninety square meters, quite spacious.

But Li Qing always believed that good things don't fall from the sky, and behind everything that seems beautiful, there's usually something terribly cruel hiding.

Every time he encountered something, it was like that. For example, two years ago, a cute-looking girl approached him on her own, with the ultimate goal of turning him into her ATM.

It was quite heartbreaking inside; it's a long story, and rather difficult.

In short, when you devote yourself wholeheartedly to someone, only for them to devalue everything about you just to extract money, it's quite frustrating.

Beside him, Zhang Li, the real estate agent, smiled and said, "Mr. Li, what do you think? The most important thing is that the place is beautifully decorated, with solid wood flooring—in short, it's move-in ready!"

Li Qing said helplessly, "Tell me, why is it so cheap? I think a layout like this should cost at least one and a half million."

Seeing Zhang Li reply readily, he said, "This is a foreclosure sale, so you know."

Li Qing snorted lightly, "Don't give me that crap, I know Shu Capital's home prices. Even second-hand, they start at ten thousand a square meter, and that's for a bad location. If you don't tell the truth, I'm leaving!"

Zhang Li's face suddenly fell, murmuring helplessly, "Blame it on my colleagues; when they heard you wanted to see this house, they all pushed it to me."

"You'll get past this stage. As a newbie just out in society, how can you compare with those old-timers? It's always like this; they take all the good work, leaving the dirty and tiring work to you. If you don't want to give up, you have to go through this period." After comforting Zhang Li, Li Qing asked seriously, "What's wrong with this house that it's sold so cheaply?"

Zhang Li looked around, feeling nervous, and whispered, "I heard... this house is haunted!"

"Haunted! Ghosts?"

Li Qing chuckled, sweeping his gaze around the sunlit living room, somewhat surprised, "You're telling me this house has ghosts?"

Zhang Li nodded repeatedly, rather tense, his eyes darting around as if worried someone might suddenly pop out.

"I heard from colleagues that the previous owner of this house was a girl, supposedly influenced by a jerk who manipulated her. The girl became deeply entangled, but due to strict family upbringing, rejected the jerk's advances unless it was their wedding night. The jerk, upon hearing this, broke up with her, and she ended up hanging herself in the attic. Since then, strange occurrences have been frequent."

Li Qing found it somewhat amusing.

"This storyline sounds downright melodramatic."

"It's true, whose life doesn't involve a few jerks now and then?"

Suddenly realizing he had said too much, Zhang Li apologized profusely, clasping his hands together and bowing all around.

Then he turned to Li Qing, slightly embarrassed, "Actually, many who see the low price come to view this house, but they aren't fond of places where someone died, and... this room indeed feels strange! How about we look elsewhere? Although not as cheap, there are plenty of decent listings to meet essential needs."

Seeing Zhang Li so serious, Li Qing fell into thought. If he hadn't encountered magic and learned it, he would have steered clear of a house like this, as many things can't be easily explained.

The main thing is when even the real estate agent doesn't recommend it, only a fool would rush in, ending up losing out themselves. Such a low price indicates many issues.

After pondering for a moment, Li Qing spoke, "How about we check out the attic?"

"The attic??!!"

Zhang Li said gravely, "Mr. Li, I think we shouldn't push our luck!"

Li Qing said curiously, "Hey, aren't you girls usually interested in new and novel things? Why do you seem like you don't want to touch it at all?"

Zhang Li corrected him, "Mr. Li, that's a stereotype about women. I admit there are many brainless types among females, but plenty among males too, and I am a normal female!"

"Alright, alright."

Li Qing gestured with his hands to calm down, "Then let's check out the attic."

Seeing Zhang Li hesitate and linger, Li Qing waved dismissively, "Alright, you stay here, I'll go have a look."

Seeing Li Qing with the attitude of someone determined to tempt fate, Zhang Li swallowed nervously, assuming the stance of someone unwilling to heed good advice.

"Mr. Li, I'll be waiting down here then."

"That sounds pretty frightening."

Casually replying, Li Qing walked to the entrance and opened the attic ladder, climbing up.

The attic was not as dark as Li Qing imagined. On the contrary, thanks to four slanted skylights overhead, the entire space was exceptionally bright.

Fully visible, high in the middle, low on the sides, a typical loft layout.

Due to being tidied up, the warm wood floor looked quite comfortable. Walking to the end, opening the attic door, he saw a terrace of about twenty square meters.

From here, he could take in the whole cityscape, an open view, at least those skyscrapers were quite distant.

Impressive, the more Li Qing looked, the more he liked it. If it weren't for the rumors of ghosts and a death, it could easily sell for two million.

Selling for just sixty thousand...

It's really affordable; many might gamble on buying it, if it weren't so fresh from a recent death.

After wandering around, confirming nothing was amiss, Li Qing was about to leave the attic when suddenly he felt a slight chill down his back, an unexpected icy sensation rising from his tailbone.

He stopped in his tracks, abruptly turning his head towards the attic.

All visible, no abnormalities, the attic door and windows securely closed.

So where did that cold breeze come from?

Is it real?!

Li Qing's eye twitched slightly, his face forcibly calm, confirming there was nothing unusual before descending the attic, putting away the ladder, and closing the top hatch.

Pale feet suddenly appeared by the closed top hatch, motionless, as if standing there for a long time.

"I've decided to buy it." Li Qing clapped his hands and said.

Zhang Li was taken aback, "Mr. Li, have you made up your mind? Really buying?"

Li Qing nodded slightly, "This house was only recently vacated; otherwise, some who don't believe in superstitions would have bought it. Rather than them, let me, who also doesn't believe in superstitions, buy it."

Zhang Li was about to speak but stopped, finally shrugging, "I've said all I can say; as long as you're happy."