Liang Bohua continued to look through, his face became more and more strange, and he asked, "The house has been built for twenty-five years and has been sold three times. Are you the fourth owner?"

"Yes, yes." Wang Cunde rubbed his face uneasyly.

"Is there something weird about this villa? You are all in a hurry to buy a house?"

"No, no, really, I just wanted to sell it with money." Wang Cunde responded anxiously: "Two sirs, you both know what the situation is in front of me. I really don't have to deceive you, and I don't have the courage to say that."

Liang Bohua raised his chin and looked arrogant: "The Third Young Master plans to buy this house for his own use. If something happens, it will endanger the Third Young Master's safety. Do you think you can still live? Why don't you tell the truth, including your family?" His words seemed to be a bombshell in Wang Cunde's ears.

Wang Cunde gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid that Jun Jun would not believe it..."

"Tell me, as long as it is reasonable and well-founded, I believe it even if the aliens come."

"This, the feng shui of this house is not good, it's a mess, it's haunted!" Wang Cunde shouted loudly with all his strength under Song Baojun's gaze.

"Oh? Haunted?" Song Baojun was stunned, then shook his head and laughed: "I only believe in science and do not engage in superstitious activities. What is the basis for what you mean by haunting?"

Wang Cunde stood there ten meters away from the dilapidated villa, as if an invisible wall was isolated from him, saying, "This house is strange and cursed, which has led to the constant disasters of my family in recent years, and the family is restless and unable to live in peace."

Song Baojun shook his head and smiled, "You are suspicious, no such thing."

Wang Cundedao: "The first three owners of this house are all like this. They moved out quickly after living there for a few years. I asked it later and found out."

"What happened?" Song Baojun handed him a cigarette and asked again: "You originally wanted to sell a house. Are you afraid that I won't buy it if you tell me about it?"

"I'm afraid that Mr. Jun would be uneasy to live, so he blamed the villain for his head. But if you have a serious crime, it's better to tell the truth." Wang Cunde said with a wry smile. On the other hand, he also hoped that he would not have anything to do with Song Baojun in his heart. It would be best to be scared away by the haunted villa.

"Tell me specifically what the previous owners of the houses have experienced."

Wang Cunde smiled and said, "Mr. Jun, I've heard from you. I've learned from multiple sources. If there is anything wrong, you can't blame me."

"Tell me, tell me." Song Baojun waved his hand impatiently.

"The house was built in 1992. At that time, Chazhou City had not yet developed it, and there were wastelands everywhere. The first owner was very insightful. He chose this place. The scenery was very beautiful and the land price was cheap enough..."

"Let's go straight to the point." Song Baojun had to remind him.

Wang Cunde quickly cheered up and said, "It wasn't long before the owner of the house went bankrupt and his wife died of illness. He sold the house to the second owner at a low price. I think Director Liang may still know him, Lou Guangtao of Lianyuan Technology."

Liang Bohua interrupted and said, "Do you know Lou Guangtao, a famous young entrepreneur in Chazhou City in the early 21st century, but later disappeared. What? It has to do with this house?"

"I'm not sure if it has anything to do with this house. He was in a state of insanity just a few years after he moved in. Later, he drove to death and was caught in a series of scandals. It was useless to invite several famous Taoist priests to open the house. Finally, he bought the house. Later, everyone gradually reported that there was something wrong with the house."

I secretly calculated that apart from the eight million yuan spent on buying a house and spending another two or three million to renovate it, it would be enough. In the future, it would be much better for the Kiki girl to live in the family.

"Old Wang, your house is good, I want it."

"Ah? Wang Cunde was startled and said hurriedly: "This, there is something wrong with this house. Jun Jun, don't you really mind?"

"I would like to emphasize again that I don't engage in feudal superstitious activities. What kind of ghosts and gods are just a joke to me." Song Baojun said coldly: "Whether you sell this house or not, I'll give me a word."

"I, I..." Wang Cunde drooped his head, looking like a plague chicken.
Chapter completed!