The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 338 - 337: A Chance Encounter

"Ma Jingtian, did you see anything?"

Xin Lin hesitated for a moment and asked.

"I didn’t see anything."

Ma Jingtian looked perplexed, his eyes suddenly widening.

"Little Boss, don’t scare me. Could there really be something unclean in this house?"

Ma Jingtian said with a pained expression.

"Nothing, maybe I just saw things."

Xin Lin said, keeping her composure.

She was certain that something had flashed before her eyes just now.

Unlike Ma Jingtian, due to having swallowed a Fu Tian Pill, she could see some indistinct things, like Ah Piao and such.

It seemed that this mansion was indeed a bit strange.

Xin Lin was somewhat worried about Silly Chu and was about to step inside.

"Xin Lin, what are you doing here?"

Suddenly, the voice of Murong Ziyue came from behind.

Xin Lin was startled and saw Murong Ziyue and a middle-aged man standing not far behind her.

"I’m here to look at the house, Ziyue. What about you?"

Xin Lin hadn’t seen Murong Ziyue since the Zixiao Palace Exam as she had been busy with her family affairs.

With a few days left before the Qingtian Academy orientation, there were extra tests before the enrollment, and generally, students were intensively cultivating to impress the teachers and get a master.

"You also want to buy this house? But aren’t you living at Chu Mansion?"

Murong Ziyue knew that Xin Lin had returned to Chu Mansion after the Imperial Examination.

"Ladies, this house is really nice, with a large and serene courtyard, and it’s cheap too. Once it’s gone, there’s no other deal like this."

The middle-aged man was a merchant in town, tasked by Chu Mansion to sell the house.

Xin Lin had just split from her family, and Chu Mansion hadn’t had the chance to send word about selling the house, which led to this misunderstanding.

"Boss, that’s not fair. You’re taking advantage of Ziyue being from out of town. This house is a haunted house; it’s possessed."

Xin Lin said irritably.

If she hadn’t bumped into Murong Ziyue today, Ziyue could have been tricked.

When Xin Lin mentioned the haunting, far from looking scared, Murong Ziyue’s face lit up with intrigue.

Xin Lin noticed the change in her expression, yet remained composed.

"Young lady, how can you speak carelessly? How could this house be haunted? The Feng Shui of this house is excellent, a convergence of Triple Yang, a truly precious Feng Shui site."

The merchant glared at Xin Lin, cursing inwardly, wondering where this troublemaking little ghost came from to ruin his business.

"The house is mine, and I’m not selling it."

Xin Lin took out the deed and threw it in the merchant’s face.

Seeing the deed, the merchant turned awkward and dared not speak further, promptly scurrying away.

"Xin Lin, this house is yours, how about selling it to me?"

Murong Ziyue looked over the "Haunted House," her eyes shining.

Just from Murong Ziyue’s reaction, Xin Lin could tell this house was extraordinary.

Murong Ziyue usually kept a low profile, and it was the first time Xin Lin had seen her show clear joy and distaste; this house must have its peculiarities.

Regardless of whether it was bought by Bei Qing, Xin Lin was curious about the "things" inside.

"Unfortunately. However, I’d advise you, this house is not suitable for living. You and your dad should especially avoid entering it."

Murong Ziyue expressed her regret but did not insist.

Not enter?

Xin Lin was surprised.

Murong Ziyue’s warning seemed a bit too late.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed from deep inside the house.