Super Great Fortune Teller

"Yes." Wang Qian nodded and said.

When Wang Qian and sister LAN left from here, the expression of schadenfreude and disdain in the eyes of the sales girls became stronger. They knew all about the haunted story of the villa.

Just because they knew it, they didn't worry that the villa would be sold by sister LAN.

Lanjie just out of the gate of Yangtian real estate, she got through to the owner of the villa.

"The owner of the villa promised to arrive within 30 minutes. Did you come by car?" LAN asked.

Wang Qian pointed to his car.

"Well, why don't you take my car like this." LAN elder sister caresses forehead to say.

Wang Qian and the monk nodded. After all, Wang Qian, who was shocked by their broken car, was a little scared.

Lan Jie didn't let Wang Qian and the monk wait for long. She drove a small black QQ to them.

Xinghewan villa community is located in the connection between the suburb of Xingcheng and the urban area. Its geographical location is very superior. It belongs to a villa area with quiet in the middle of trouble.

Green conditions around the villa are very good, the property is also very perfect, you can see that people living here are rich or expensive.

The old man at the door saw that Wang Qian was following sister LAN. He already knew what several people were doing and let them go.

He shook his head, smacked his mouth and said, "two more are not afraid of death."

When Wang Qian really came to the door of the villa, his eyes also showed a trace of interest. The European style villa design, walls and courtyards are brand-new and neat, but what does Wang Qian think about the villa? What's wrong.

Wang Qian looked at his watch. It's only 10 o'clock in the morning, and the sun is very hot.

In this September's weather, before standing in this villa, I didn't feel the slightest warmth.

Wang Liaoqian's eyes were covered by dark clouds when he saw a big shadow floating in the window.

The monk saw it, and sister LAN saw it.

Sister Lan was so scared that she turned pale: "did you see anything just now?"

"It's too scary and weird here. I've brought several people to see the building before. After they went back, they were all seriously ill. If you don't want to get involved in right and wrong, you can quit now. I can call the owner, and he's used to it."

Wang Qian said noncommittally: "sister LAN, the market price of this villa should be ten million."

Sister LAN nodded and said, "yes. Because the owners are in a hurry to sell, they only need to sell more than 2 million now. Even if you bargain, you can lower the price. "

"Oh? Could it be cheaper? " When he saw the monk, he was not stingy.

He was afraid of zombies, but the monk was upright and would not be afraid of such ethereal female ghosts. In his words, "anyway, those female ghosts can't hurt their mind. They are firm and their faith is very devout."

"Brother Qian Er, I'll go first in a moment. If there's any ghost, I'll come to my monk. I want to let her know who my backstage is. I don't believe it. Does that ghost dare to give face to Buddha?" There was a fierce look on the monk's face.

LAN elder sister saw the monk's appearance and already showed a wry smile.

The three did not wait long before the owner of the villa arrived.

This is a man in his 50s. He has a jar face. He walked quickly to Wang Qian. Before he spoke, he first showed a smile and said, "Oh! Little brother, it seems that your vision is really good! All the houses in my neighborhood are cheap. I don't want to tell you that you can earn millions just by living in this house for a period of time and selling it. "

Wang Qian heard the words of the owner of the house, with a trace of irony on his face, and said, "how long have you lived? Do I still have my life? "

Wang Qian's words were very choking. He couldn't speak with a wry smile. For him, all the people who came to see the house were the dish takers.

His house is not optimistic, has been smashed in the hands, can be sold as soon as possible, but also as soon as possible to return funds.

So when he heard Wang Qian ridicule him, he didn't even have the courage to rise.

"This I'm joking. Let's go. I'll show you in. " Said he took out a key to the door, the key into the keyhole, twist a few times, but did not push the door into.

But looking back at Wang Qian, he said with a dry smile: "little brother, go in and have a look. If you can take anything you like, I won't go in. I'm a little bit modest recently. I can't accompany you."

When Wang Qian heard what the owner said, he raised his eyebrows and said nothing. He led the monk and they entered the villa.

It's still sunny during the day, and the room temperature in the villa is very low.

Just as they came in, the door slammed! The sound of a closed, it seems that someone outside watching two people into the door will be mercilessly closed.When the landlord outside saw this scene, he was sweating. The villa was not like a house, but like a monster. He quickly ran back to his car, sitting in the car seems to let him feel a sense of security.

Lan Jie did not dare to go up, but also ran back to her QQ.

Monk and Wang Qian in the villa is not the slightest fear of emotion, the monk in the villa door closed the moment. Then some dissatisfied said: "Damn, what's the situation? Why is it so cold in this room? Why is this so similar to the Yin Qi in the basement of Kunpeng barbecue shop? Brother Qian, do you think zombies won't come out during the day

"Do you think zombies are Chinese cabbage? Where can I meet you? " Wang Qian didn't say well.

The first floor of this villa is very spacious, and the decoration is luxurious European style.

Sofa and tea table are all imported furniture.

The whole wall is covered with a 100 inch digital TV. All the furniture is available. Even the red wine cabinet is full of red wine. The floor is covered with a luxurious carpet, but Wang Qian has a strange feeling when stepping on the carpet.

"Strange, how does this carpet feel a little slippery?" He lowered his head and touched it on the carpet. There was blood on his fingers.

Wang Qian saw the bloodstain on his finger and said with a cold hum, "hum, pretend to be a ghost."

Look at the fresh monk here and there.

Finally, he was sitting by the piano in front of a French window.

The monk sat in front of the piano and began to play some rhythm. The sound of Jingling came.