Chapter 163

"Yes, I just want to buy it here."

Feng Qianwei said with certainty, which made the old woman believe.

"Little girl, this house is unlucky. It's said that Feng Shui is bad. The owner who bought it here got a strange disease and is still lying in bed."

Seeing that they were both so young, the old woman kindly reminded me.

"Even if it is an old woman, I dare not live in the house for fear of getting a strange disease."

"Thank your mother-in-law for reminding us. Can you take us to the house owner's residence? I want to talk to him in person."

Feng Qianwei said and didn't give up buying this big house.

"Well, since the little girl insists, the old woman will take you to the master's house. He has long moved to another place, a little far from here."

Seeing that it was dark, the old woman dared not stay at the gate of the house for a long time, so she took them to the owner's residence.

She introduced that she was the owner of the old house. She was a middle-aged woman. Because her family was small, there was only one daughter left in her generation, so she inherited the old house.

It is rumored that this house is unlucky, which makes the largest family in Huansha town gradually fall into such a situation. The Ji family once lived in this house, but now it has become a waste house.

"Grandma, what's wrong with the owner of this house? Why don't you even want your home?"

Must ask in doubt for Feng Qianwei.

"It's a long story. The host was originally Miss Ji's family and the last blood left by the Ji family. It's a pity that none of her husband had a long life and died on the wedding night."

When the old woman mentioned it, she also sighed for a while.

Some time ago, there was a homicide in the town, which made the town people who were already worried more afraid. Many people were anxious to move away.

"Later, Mrs. Ji didn't marry again, but terrible black spots began to grow on her. The longer those spots grew, the bigger they looked. Now she didn't live in the old house, and there were no more spots, but she didn't dare to go out."

After listening to her story, Feng Qianwei basically knows the situation of Mrs. Ji.

"Ahead is Mrs. Ji's residence."

The old woman came up and knocked at the door. The dim light at the door reflected the mottled shadow of the tree, which was particularly cold.

It's very quiet here, and the sound of knocking on the door is particularly clear.

"Who?"

The voice of a middle-aged woman came out of the room. It was a little hoarse and didn't seem to speak for a long time.

"Madam, it's me."

The old woman replied that she would usually buy some necessities for Mrs. Ji. She was familiar with her and was not afraid of her.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door was opened, making a sharp sound, and a lantern showed a terrible face covered with black spots.

If I hadn't known about Mrs. Ji before, I would have been shocked.

With psychological preparation, Feng Qianwei and Xu Jinhuan are calm.

"Madam, they both want to buy your old house."

The old woman introduced their intentions before the other party asked questions.

"Not for sale."

When Mrs. Ji heard about the old house, her face showed a look of panic. She didn't even want to mention it.

She was about to close the door, her eyes full of resistance to strangers.

"I can help you remove the black spots on your body. If you don't believe it, put out your hand."

Feng Qianwei said to her.

Mrs. Ji glanced at her, full of hesitation.

"If my sister says she can help you, she can. You see, we are not afraid of you. Are you still afraid of us?"

Must be happy, let Mrs. Ji be a little stunned, and then stretch out her dark hand.

Feng Qianwei holds the Phoenix white moon flute and puts the end in Mrs. Ji's palm. You can see her dark palm and immediately turn into a normal complexion.

Mrs. Ji's dead eyes were suddenly full of hope.

"Please help me. As long as you cure me, the house will be given to you."