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Chapter 477 Haunted House
April 12th, sunny.

Honestly, Xiong Yun feels utterly helpless right now.

As a real estate agent, and one who has been in the business for many years, he naturally knows that there are some things he can touch and some things he can't.

However, how should I put it?
As a seasoned slacker, his performance this month was really poor.

To be more specific, it was just a little bit short. That tiny bit was enough to get away with it.

Normally speaking, this wouldn't be a big problem, considering his seniority; no one would say anything if he lacked a little or less.

pity.

The new manager is different from the previous one; he's the kind who can't tolerate any nonsense. He's only been here a short time, but he's already called a meeting. Although he didn't say it explicitly, the meaning was very clear.

He doesn't welcome any unmotivated employees. Our company has a wolf-like culture; if you don't meet the performance targets, you're fired.

Xiong Yun was one of them.

Fortunately, the manager wasn't the kind of person who was utterly heartless and uncompromising.

Unfortunately, he was only transferred here in the middle of the month, so he didn't have much of a chance to make up for it.

I'm so unlucky. Just for that little bit of sales, I took on this damn job.
Xiong Yun glanced at his watch, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Although it wasn't the agreed time yet, he had been standing in the sun for almost half an hour.

—Damn it, young people these days, do they even know what politeness is? Don't they know they have to arrive half an hour, no, an hour early for the agreed time?!

The sweltering heat and his lamentation about his bad luck had brought Xiong Yun's discontent to a certain point.

It wasn't until about ten minutes later that he saw a young man in a short-sleeved shirt waving and walking over.

As a seasoned real estate professional with many years of experience, Xiong Yun, while not claiming to have a keen eye for talent, certainly possesses a certain ability to judge character.

He scrutinized the young man carefully, and then unconsciously let out a disdainful 'humph' through his nose.

The clothes and pants sold at street stalls for a few dozen yuan, and the flip-flops that cost ten or so yuan a pair in the supermarket, although the smile was very peaceful, exuded a sense of 'poverty' from the inside out.

What's even stranger is that while others come to view the property with minimal travel, he's carrying a large travel bag on his back, a plastic bag in his hand, and even a cat carrier hanging from his waist—

Is this guy here to look at apartments or to move in?
Xiong Yun's brows furrowed even more deeply.

If I hadn't fallen so close to the assessment, and if that manager hadn't been so unreasonable, as a seasoned real estate professional with many years of experience, how could I possibly do the work of a young person and come here to serve such a poor guy?

Feeling resentful, his voice was far from polite.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhou?"

The young man didn't care about his attitude at all, and instead extended his hand with a bright smile.

"That's right, it is me. You must be Brother Xiong? Sorry, the bus was stuck in traffic, I kept you waiting."

They were quite polite, and they even seemed to be very friendly.

Seeing that smile, Xiong Yun's expression relaxed a bit.

"Let bygones be bygones, let's get to work—Mr. Zhou, are you looking to rent a place?"

"That's right, it's me."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Xiong Yun interrupted.

"Mr. Zhou, you're looking for a cheaper apartment in this area, somewhere with good security, and preferably fully furnished so you can move in right away, right?"

"Uh, that's right."

Xiong Yun shook his head again.

"Mr. Zhou, I have to tell you, the market is not good right now. You want a cheap house and so many requirements, but houses like this are very rare these days."

The young man scratched the back of his head and then said.

"But I heard you have a suitable one here, and they even contacted me specifically to come and see the apartment."

He looks exactly like a college student who has just entered the workforce; even his blank expression is exactly the same.

Xiong Yun grew increasingly impatient, but thinking about his performance and how difficult it was to find a job these days, he suppressed his emotions and explained.

"That's true, but I also need to tell you, Mr. Zhou, that things that seem to fit the criteria usually have some minor flaws."

".What's the problem?"

"That's a murder room."

Seeing the young man's expression suddenly freeze, Xiong Yun grinned with a wicked grin.

"Because of the law, I am required to inform the tenants about the room's contents. To be honest, a girl died there before, and it was a crime of passion. Her boyfriend stabbed her to death with a knife because of a relationship dispute."

—Alright, I've made myself clear, now get the hell out of here!
Xiong Yun wasn't worried about whether the contract would go through—given his seniority, running this difficult task for a junior was already part of his performance record—he just wanted to scare the guy away decisively.

After all, unless people are so poor they can't afford to eat, who would want to live in a crime scene?
pity.

This time, it seems he guessed wrong.

The young man paused for only a few seconds, then smiled and said...

"Will the rent still be the same as before?"

—You're fucking poor to the point of being reckless!

Xiong Yun gasped, almost choking, but gritted his teeth and continued speaking.

"Yes. But besides that, there's something else I need to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"That house is haunted."

".What?"

Xiong Yun explained bluntly, "Ever since that girl was murdered, there have been rumors that the house is haunted. The previous tenants were all scared away. Now it's a notorious haunted house. Listen to me, brother, if you're not in a hurry, you'd better find somewhere else."

However, for some reason, the young man suddenly turned around, as if looking at something—then turned his head back and laughed.

"It's haunted, that's good. It means that few people usually come near it. By the way, Brother Xiong, shall we go take a look first?"

Is this guy a lunatic?
Having said all that, Xiong Yun, despite his impatience, could only lead the young man carrying the large and small bags into the residential area.

—This place was built about ten years ago, so it can't be considered a high-end community. It doesn't even have elevators, but at least it's not old, so it looks quite new, and the landscaping is quite good.

Xiong Yun led the guy along the pedestrian path until they arrived at a residential building in a corner.

Compared to other places, this place was shady, with very little sunlight, and for some reason, the temperature seemed to be a few degrees lower, so much so that Xiong Yun couldn't help but shiver.

"As you can see, this place has very poor lighting and a bad location, it's always damp, and the rumors of it being haunted have resulted in very few residents."

Xiong Yun's original intention was still to persuade him to quit, but for some reason, the guy's expression seemed to be getting more and more satisfied.

Having no other choice, he could only reluctantly lead it upstairs, and after searching for a long time, they finally found the place.

The door was very simple and unadorned, but unlike the surrounding doors, it was covered with seven or eight yellow talismans, and a mirror was placed in the center. Although it was still broad daylight, the scene was still particularly gloomy and eerie.

—See? I told you so! You didn't believe me!
Xiong Yun turned his head, about to say a few words, but saw the young man with his chin straight, muttering something to himself.

"Hiss, amateur! What a fucking amateur! The talisman is a complete mess, but where is this Bagua mirror? It's out of balance, the positive and negative are indistinguishable. Forget about exorcising ghosts, it'll probably just attract more evil spirits." "Mr. Zhou, what did you say?"

The young man immediately stopped talking, then laughed.

"It's nothing, I just had some questions about qualifications and expertise. Brother Xiong, if it's not too much trouble, shall we go in and take a look?"

However, this time it was Xiong Yun's turn to dawdle.

Honestly, he didn't want to go into this haunted house at all—people in the real estate industry, even if they hadn't seen it, had heard plenty of stories about it—but recalling the manager's ugly face, he gritted his teeth and took out the key.

After all, what's a ghost? Is it as scary as unemployment?

After dawdling for a while, Xiong Yu finally opened the door.

However, to his relief, there was nothing strange about the room.

After the murder, a few tenants still rented the house because they were looking for a cheap place. Although they were all scared away, the house was still relatively clean, and even a lot of furniture was left behind.

Moreover, the house itself is not small. It might feel a bit cramped for the whole family to live together, but it is more than enough for a single resident and a cat.

Given its excellent location and environment, unless there's a murder or a haunting, the house would definitely sell in a flash.

The young man seemed quite satisfied. He put down his bags and wandered around, occasionally lifting the lid of a cabinet to look inside.

A country bumpkin who has never seen the world!

Although it was midday, Xiong Yun still didn't want to stay in this awful place any longer. He frowned, wanting to urge the young man to leave first.

however.

suddenly.

With a 'clang'.

The door behind me closed.

Xiong Yun froze like a statue, and after a long while, he shakily turned his head.

Fortunately, there was nothing there.

"It was probably blown by the wind."

Xiong Yun breathed a long sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding like a drum. He didn't care about work anymore and quickly called out to the young man.

"Well, Mr. Zhou, we've seen enough. If you're satisfied, we'll head out now."

The conversation suddenly stopped again.

Right in front of him, right next to the young man, a shadow suddenly flashed by.

Although it was moving very fast, Xiong Yun still managed to see it vaguely.
That appears to be a human face.

A woman's face.

As if something was choking him, but he couldn't even spit it out, Xiong Yun stumbled back a few steps, suddenly felt his foot hit something, his body suddenly lost its balance, and then he fell to the ground.

He looked up, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and the first thing he saw was something furry.

That was a cat brought by a young man.

Now the beast was lying in the cage, lazily yawning, and then looking at Xiong Yun with its sapphire-like eyes.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Xiong Yun actually saw a kind of very human contempt in it—and it immediately swept over him and then looked at his legs.

At the same time, Xiong Yun also felt something cold gripping his ankle.

It's the feel of your hand.

but.

You should know that there was no one else in this room besides that young man and himself!

He wanted to scream, but in his extreme fear, he couldn't utter a single sound.

Now, Xiong Yun feels only deep regret.

—Damn it, if I had known this ghost was this powerful, I would have risked losing my job rather than come here!

But just when he was almost in despair and waiting to die, the young man seemed to have finally noticed the commotion and came out of the kitchen.

"Brother Bear, what are you doing lying on the ground?"

Are you an idiot? Can't you see it's haunted?
However, the young man acted as if nothing had happened, leisurely walked over, grabbed Xiong Yun's arm, and forcibly pulled him up.

Then, looking at his gray clothes, he shook his head and laughed.

"Look what you've done! Your suit was perfectly fine, and now you'll have to wash it again. Come on, let me pat it for you."

Xiong Yun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, still unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the young man patted his body until he was out of sight.
Suddenly, the chilling feeling vanished.

Xiong Yun felt the young man lightly pat his leg, and the chilling sensation vanished—although his body remained stiff, he was finally able to make a sound.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

A series of sharp screams.

The young man seemed startled as well, and quickly took a few steps back, looking at Xiong Yun with a puzzled expression.

"Hey, Brother Xiong, what's wrong with you? I didn't even use any force, why are you yelling like that?"

After struggling for a long time, Xiong Yun finally managed to utter a sentence.

"There's a ghost!"

However, the young man was even more confused.

"Ghosts? Where would ghosts come from in broad daylight? Brother Xiong, are you overworked and hallucinating?"

however.

After managing to utter that sentence, Xiong Yun caught his breath and could only gesture with his eyes.

The young man was also very understanding.

—The man fussed over him, helping him up, and instead of taking him out, led him to the living room and had him sit down.

That bastard! Aa ...

Xiong Yun slumped on the sofa, his eyes filled with terror, watching helplessly as the young man walked into the kitchen, seemingly intending to pour him a glass of water.

Simultaneously.

Right next to him.

There was a portrait hanging on the wall, which looked quite ordinary; it was probably one of those mass-produced items from Pinduoduo.

But at this time.

The woman in the portrait suddenly turned her head.

He stared at him with a cold and cruel gaze.

(End of this chapter)