CHAPTER 613: CHAPTER 613: SOMETHING WORTH 1,000 TAELS, I CAN BUY FOR 300

This really scared the old housekeeper.

He repeatedly confirmed the direction Zhi’er mentioned.

"Miss, could you have seen it wrong? There’s no one there," the old housekeeper tried to maintain a calm tone.

Even he hadn’t realized, his voice carried a trace of subtle fear.

Zhi’er clung to Bai Daoyan’s arm, silently turned her head, and mustered up the courage to look again.

Who knew it was better not to look, but once she did, it was a disaster.

The little one instantly let out a howl and burst into tears!

"She floated over! No feet! Sob sob!"

Bai Daoyan originally had a face full of doubt, but hearing this, he picked up his sister and was about to leave.

The old housekeeper ran even faster than them, practically flying out of the mansion’s gate.

He moved with such force that he knocked off the drooping half of the door.

With a "bang," dust flew everywhere.

The siblings stood outside the old house, and Bai Daoyan’s face showed no fear, only anger.

He scolded the old housekeeper: "A haunted mansion, and you still dare to sell it outside? You scared my sister, and that’s a big offense!"

The old housekeeper still hadn’t calmed down, his face ashen with fright.

He kept patting his chest: "This has never happened before, the Second Madam only haunts at night!"

Saying this, he suddenly realized he had spoken too much and quickly covered his mouth.

Zhi’er wiped her tears randomly with her little hand.

She puffed her cheeks in anger: "Such a wicked house, you want to sell it to us to frighten people?"

The old housekeeper hurriedly waved his hands: "I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare!"

The little one sniffled, tears still hanging in her eyes: "And you still have the nerve to ask for a thousand taels. If you said five hundred taels, I’d agree to it!"

"Now that I’m so scared, I’ll only agree for 300 taels!"

The old housekeeper’s eyes widened: "Miss is willing to buy it? 300 taels then, 300 taels it is!"

Bai Daoyan was taken aback, and hastily said: "Who said we want to buy it? With such a fierce haunting, I wouldn’t take it even if you gave it to me for free."

The old housekeeper, though, kept his eyes on Zhi’er, probably thinking she was young and easily swayed.

"Miss, even though the house is haunted, you’ve seen it—it’s a particularly big courtyard."

"Besides, the Second Madam’s grudges are from their generation, and they say every grievance has its cause. She would definitely not haunt Miss."

"300 taels, I’ll take a loss too. Miss, consider it a kind deed and charity; this house is yours, how about it?"

Zhi’er pouted, looking quite hesitant.

"But buying this house, it’s so big, I’ll have to buy many things to decorate it."

The old housekeeper waved his hand: "The non-essential furnishings inside, like paintings, rockeries, Taishi chairs, and yellow pear wood cabinets, will all be left for Miss!"

"In this way, this 300-tael transaction is truly not a loss for Miss!"

The tearful glow in Zhi’er’s big eyes gradually faded.

She feigned thoughtful hesitation and finally asked reluctantly, "But don’t we still need to deal with the land deed? How troublesome."

"Not troublesome, not troublesome!" The old housekeeper feared Zhi’er might back out.

He quickly said, "I brought the land deed today; Miss just needs to sign on the affidavit, I’ll affix my seal, and then I’ll submit the affidavit to the government. This house will be yours!"

The old housekeeper rummaged through his sleeve and indeed took out the land deed, red seal, ink pad, and an affidavit for the land transfer.

Goodness, he was truly prepared; he must be eager to sell the house.

Bai Daoyan furrowed his brows tightly, pulling Zhi’er aside: "Sister, I think we need to discuss this further."