I Forged the Myth of Chapter 759 - 759 758. Xiao Qian1

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Chapter 759: 758. Xiao Qian_1

Lu Ban had lived in so many haunted houses that they might be considered a feast for the eyes. Looking at it solely from the perspective of people having died, except for his own room, all the other places he lived were haunted houses, and each one was more sinister than the last.

Even a random street corner he passed by or a bus he rode on could turn out to have had soone die there.

And the deaths were always quite tragic.

Therefore, in comparison, the haunted houses of the real world were no big deal for Lu Ban.

The only thing he needed to worry about was that this house wasn’t really a haunted house, just a common house where soone had died.

If a death in the place was all it took to consider it haunted, then there wouldn’t be many good buildings left in the whole world.

After contacting the person in charge of the legal auction, Lu Ban arrived at this villa community.

Unlike the villa communities near Jiangcheng University that were mostly used for rentals, these villas on the Lingjiang Riverside were outright wealthy neighborhoods. With river views, it was said that so celebrities also bought properties here, wearing sunglasses in and out, just to avoid being recognized by their followers.

“These villas are not cheap, and the auction requires paynt in full; thus, when people find out the specific situation, they all give up,”

the person in charge introduced earnestly.

Lu Ban had often heard that the items from court auctions were cheap, so being ill-gotten gains, others being properties that the court enforcers had taken to clear debts.

Of course, there were also absurd items like a few billion-dollar “Morning Star” fish.

But in reality, the houses from auctions weren’t necessarily a great deal, because to bid, one could only purchase with cash, no installnt loans, and usually such properties were luxurious mansions, easily tens of millions. Even if the total price was one or two million cheaper, it was still a lot of money.

Those with the financial strength to pay in full had no need to buy such houses, and those who were willing to take them over mostly didn’t have that kind of money.

The one that Lu Ban was looking at now, with its history of a violent murder case and the unpleasant rumors that followed, was even less appealing.

You could say, spending tens of millions to buy a haunted house is just vexing oneself, and it’s not for the lack of a few million.

Lu Ban, on the other hand, didn’t mind; to him, it was all small change.

“Has soone really died here?”

After hearing what the person in charge had said, Lu Ban inquired.

“Uh… indeed, soone has died, and the news report also ntioned it, due to an emotional conflict,”

the person in charge answered sowhat uncomfortably.

“I have looked into that case. What about before that, any similar incidents at this location?”

Lu Ban continued to ask.

“Ah this… As for the specifics, we don’t really…”

the person in charge hemd and hawed.

“I see. I thought quite a few people had died here,”

Lu Ban said as if he was quite troubled.

“Uh uh…”

The person in charge was sowhat puzzled, but quickly caught on.

This was Lu Ban.

What did Lu Ban do? He made films!

His films often had elents of horror and suspense, with murder cases being just child’s play in his lineup of movies.

Could it be that Lu Ban ca here to do research?

The person in charge didn’t mind whether Lu Ban was leveraging his introduction; he himself was sowhat of a fan of Lu Ban’s movies. As for the ga “Morning Star,” he wasn’t interested and hadn’t tried it.

“I’ll check the archives.”

The person in charge said and imdiately made a phone call to a colleague.

After a short while, he received several PDF files on WeChat.

Having a quick look, he went over to where Lu Ban was closely examining the bathtub.

“Director Lu, there indeed were so incidents here before… Director Lu?”

The person in charge saw Lu Ban squatting next to the bathtub, his gaze fixed at a higher position, as if he was looking at soone seated in the bathtub, which made the person in charge feel a bit eerie.

“Is this the bathroom where that businessman committed murder and dismbernt?”

Lu Ban turned his head; his body didn’t move an inch, only his head twisted around, making him look quite awkward.

“Ah this… no, it’s not, the cri scene should be downstairs.”

The person in charge answered strangely.

“That’s strange,”

Lu Ban continued to stare at the bathtub, murmuring to himself.

“What’s the matter?”

The person in charge asked.

“Because soone has died in this bathtub as well,”

Lu Ban pointed at the bathtub.

“Ah?”

The person in charge hurriedly checked the dossier on his phone but found no record of any murder occurring in the bathroom on this floor.

For a mont, the person in charge had the illusion that everything around him had darkened. He felt a chill down his spine as a fear lurking in his heart began to sprout and gradually enveloped him.

“Is the dossier ready?”

Lu Ban suddenly asked, which snapped the person in charge back to reality, and he imdiately handed his phone to Lu Ban.

This kind of dossier belonged to internal docunts, and rely taking a look was already overstepping, naturally, sending it to Lu Ban was not allowed.

Upon looking, Lu Ban thought, good grief, there were not just a few who died here.

Since the villa was built ten years ago, there had been at least five owners. Except for the first unlucky fellow who sold it due to bankruptcy, none of the others t a good end.

The second owner was a celebrity who did not usually live here, but he happened to spend a weekend and t with a car accident on the street, crushed head-on by a dump truck, leaving behind only a hand and a foot.

The third owner, a friend and also a celebrity of the second, was arrested for drug use here and had only been released a few years ago.

The fourth owner was a businessman who ended up jumping from his company building due to an investnt failure.

The fifth was the cool-headed murderer who had killed both his lover and his wife.

In short, most who lived here died unnatural deaths or encountered misfortune, with each case more tragic than the last.

Because of this, the villa’s price, after several years of decline, was even only eighty percent of its original asking price.

But the only murder incident was the recent one, and naturally, the bathtub in which Lu Ban now stood had no criminal record.

“Indeed, quite interesting,”

Lu Ban murmured. After thinking, he said to the person in charge,

“How do I pay for this place?”

“Pay?”

The person in charge was puzzled.

“Yes, I want to buy this place. Should I make a corporate transfer?”

Lu Ban asked as if it were a matter of course.

“Uh, you’ve decided just like that?”

The person in charge was at a loss for words.

Under normal circumstances, who would decide on a multimillion-dollar transaction so hastily?

Not to ntion that this was a bona fide haunted house.

Did Lu Ban’s money co from the wind?

Well, now that it was ntioned, it seed that he did make money faster than the wind could blow.

After all, even the strongest wind couldn’t bring in so much cash.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

Lu Ban asked again.

“Um, let

check with the leadership first…”

The person in charge hurriedly made a phone call, while Lu Ban took another look at the villa.

Although there were no ghosts or spirits, the accumulated pollution was clearly enough to form sothing eerie. Perhaps because it was daylight, the eerie entity hadn’t appeared, but co nightfall, sothing might be revealed.

Thinking this, Lu Ban looked into the bathroom mirror.

In the mirror, by his side, several dark shadows stood.