Things followed the normal course and were treated as accidental death.

Huang Mao's family came over early the next morning. It was inevitable to be sad, and life had to go on.

The store was cleared out and the house was put up for sale.

Su Yu was drinking hot tea and saw the agent and the family bargaining outside through the window.

The intermediary will not overly suppress the bargaining, and will give a comprehensive assessment based on the geographical location and the housing price market surrounding the store.

But someone has died in the house, and it was a violent death, so the house price will probably be kept high again and again.

Sure enough, when he turned around at the end of the conversation, the agent's face was full of smiles and he was walking towards his home.

Su Yu had already guessed his purpose.

There was a knock on the door, and the agent entered the house with an apologetic look.

"Hello, handsome guy, I'm from Xinchen Real Estate Company. My surname is Jiang, what's your surname?" The man surnamed Jiang took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with Su Yu.

"My surname is Su." Su Yu pointed to the opposite side and smiled politely.

The man surnamed Jiang sat down and sighed: "Let me tell you straight, you heard about the death of the person next door last night, right, Brother Su?"

Su Yu held the tea cup and said truthfully: "I reported the case."

The man's expression changed slightly and he asked in a low voice: "I heard you were scared to death?"

"Do you want me to explain it to you in detail?"

The man quickly waved his hand, he was not here to listen to stories.

"Brother Su, actually I came here to ask you for help. You also know that this place is already remote. It is really difficult to sell commercial houses here. I can only keep the price as low as possible, but if it continues

If people know that there have been many deaths in this house, it will be even more difficult to sell.”

Seeing that Su Yu didn't respond, the man took out his wallet from his pocket, pointed out five cards and put them on the table. He whispered: "Although the money is not much, it's still a token of my gratitude. I'll treat it as a treat for Brother Su to drink tea. I hope

Brother Su, please don’t publicize the death."

Su Yu did not touch the money on the table, but asked: "How much do you plan to sell the house for?"

"350,000." The man said with sincerity.

"On this street, not to mention the houses that have never been seen before, the brand-new rough houses are now very expensive and unmarketable. I tell you the truth, if the price is right, I will take this house." Su Yu looked at it with a smile.

Said the man.

Since the prince left, Tun Ling has been extremely arrogant. He and his newly acquired younger brother have occupied half of the house. Not only did they not do their job, but they also directly occupied the bedroom. They played with one person and one can from the time he opened his eyes until dark. Su Yu simply let him go.

After leaving the bedroom, I rested on the sofa every day.

If we buy the next door and open it up, the house will be much more spacious and there will be more places to rest.

Moreover, Su Yu has also made some plans for himself. He will graduate from college in half a year, so he can't just sit back and rest. If the two stores are merged together, he can open a store to make a living.

After hearing this, the man patted his thigh and said, "That's great. Since Brother Su is interested, I will pay you a minimum price of 330,000."

Su Yu looked out the window, shook his head and said, "You probably haven't signed the agreement yet. I think it would be more convenient for me to go directly to the person next door."

The man quickly stood up and stopped Su Yu, and said with an apologetic smile: "It's still negotiable. The price is just negotiated."

"On top of the price you negotiated with the landlord, I'll give you another five thousand, and you can do me a favor." Su Yu took out the prince's identity information and handed it over.

"He is not in the country, the house is in his name, and I will pay the agency fee." Su Yu stated his conditions.

Although the prince left a considerable amount of funds to himself, he still felt a little guilty about using his money to buy a house in his own name.

The man looked pained, and after a long time he made up his mind and said: "That's it, I can help you with the matter, but the payment must be settled in one go."

The man probably never imagined before he walked in that a haunted house was sold within ten minutes, breaking the company's transaction record.

Su Yu was in a good mood and bought a haunted house that others avoided at a low price.

After the payment was completed and some related procedures were completed, the sky became dark again.

Su Yu was sitting on the sofa reading a book. In the bedroom, apart from the sounds of frantically slapping the controller, there were also the sounds of Tu Ling yelling and cursing.

Su Yu sighed in his heart, the magic power of the game is really too great. As a child, Li Tiandou would inevitably be addicted to it, but an old man who was more than a hundred years old was even more addicted than Li Tiandou.

If you think about it carefully, Li Tiandou is seven years old this year and has reached the legal age for school. If you send him to school in the second half of the year, I am afraid that you will have to become a father and a mother again.

Su Yu had a headache. He was practicing, catching ghosts, going to school, and then he had to take care of others for school. In addition, he had to provide firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea at home. The burden on his shoulders became heavier and heavier.

"Zizzi."

The lights in the living room flickered twice and went out completely, plunging the room into darkness.

The bedroom door suddenly opened, and the swallowing spirit was like a boiling kettle, the lid rising and falling.

Li Tiandou next to him sighed and walked out.

Tunling Zhengdong corrected the problems that occurred in Li Tiandou's game with emotion and reason.

Li Tiandou accepted its teachings with an open mind.

Su Yu looked at them both funny.

"Boy, is there a power outage?" Tun Lingtong asked.

"As you can see." Su Yu closed the book and came to the window. It was pitch dark outside, and even the street lights were turned off. It seemed like a large-scale line repair.

"Why did you say there was a power outage? There was no notice!" Tun Ling said depressedly.

"Dong dong dong." Someone knocked on the door.

"Someone is coming soon." Su Yu opened the door.

Except for the cool breeze blowing in, there was nothing in front of the door.

Su Yu looked around suspiciously, not to mention a human figure, not even a ghost.

"Dong dong dong." The sound sounded again just after the door was closed.

"It's endless!" Su Yu was furious and opened the door suddenly, but there was still no one there.

At this time, there was also a tapping sound from the window in the living room, and right under Tun Ling's eyes, a paper man with pigtails and a hat stood outside the window.

Tun Ling looked at it condescendingly and indifferently, as if looking at a mortal person.

"Ha, when the prey comes to the hunter's house, I think you are going to the toilet to light a lamp and seek death!" Tun Ling sneered repeatedly, "Boy, don't do anything this time, leave it to me!"

"Damn it, come here if you come. If you dare to cut off my power, I will beat the shit out of you!" Tun Ling roared, "Boy, open the door and let me go!"

Su Yu opened the door a crack, and the figure of Tun Ling flew out impatiently.

In a rage, Tun Ling even had to avoid his sharp edges. He didn't worry about the situation outside at all and just closed the door. After all, it was not easy for the room to be a little hot.

Paper figures just appeared two nights in a row. Is there such a big coincidence in the world?

"Jingle Bell."

Su Yu took out his cell phone and saw a call from Zhao Mingrui.

As soon as he answered the phone, Lao Zhao's sad voice came out.

"Su Yu! I saw the paper man too!"

Su Yu checked again and found out that it was Zhao Mingrui. He couldn't help but complain about how he was so connected to ghosts and couldn't leave him alone every time something happened.

"Old Zhao, where are you?"

"Home." Lao Zhao himself was about to cry but had no tears. He was so unlucky.


Chapter completed!