The community where this haunted house is located is called Luojin Pearl, situated right by the Luo River.
When it first opened, potential buyers had to verify their assets just to view the properties.
The property management is also extremely strict.
Not only are outsiders prohibited from entering, but even delivery and takeout personnel can’t get in.
All items are handed over to the butler, who then delivers them to the homeowners.
However, the current owner has been tormented by this house for a long time.
Upon hearing that someone was finally coming to view the property, they immediately authorized Ju Ziyi to enter the community.
The three of them smoothly made their way into the underground parking garage.
On the way, Ju Ziyi recounted the terrifying history of this haunted house, which even made real estate agents pale with fear, to Shi Pengpeng and Yan Jing.
It turns out that the current owner is actually the second owner of the house.
Initially, he had taken over the property at a low price from the first owner, thinking he had found a bargain.
Speaking of the first owner, he was quite unlucky.
It was said that he had already processed his immigration and wanted to sell the house before moving abroad.
Unexpectedly, during this period, a moving worker accidentally fell and hit his head on the corner of a marble coffee table, dying on the spot.
Although this incident was inauspicious, it wasn’t a sensational murder case.
If handled properly, the impact shouldn’t have been too significant.
However, ever since then, the house became haunted, and the disturbances were so severe that all potential buyers were scared away.
The owner, eager to move abroad and lacking the time to deal with the issue, had no choice but to sell the house at a reduced price.
Eventually, it was sold to the current owner at 30% below the market price.
The current owner, Fang Zhenghao, was originally a professional property speculator who often dealt with haunted houses and foreclosed properties, making a considerable profit from it.
Perhaps confident in his experience, Fang Zhenghao confidently took over the house despite knowing it was haunted, planning to handle the issue and then resell it for a hefty profit.
Unexpectedly, the malevolence of the ghost far exceeded his expectations and was beyond his ability to resolve.
He sought help from renowned masters of various sects-monks, Taoist priests, and even shamans and even consulted pastors and imams.
However, these masters were either no match for the vengeful ghost or claimed to have captured and expelled it, only for the ghost to reappear as soon as they left.
This infuriated Fang Zhenghao, who cursed them as frauds.
After several such attempts, Fang Zhenghao spent a lot of money, but the haunting issue remained unresolved and became widely known.
Regretting his decision, Fang Zhenghao tried to sell the house at an even lower price, but no one dared to take it on.
He had bought the house on leverage, intending to flip it for a quick profit, but instead found himself trapped.
Moreover, the house triggered a chain reaction.
Due to cash flow problems, Fang Zhenghao’s other loans were on the verge of default.
If they blew up, years of his hard-earned savings could be wiped out.
In a desperate attempt to recover funds, Fang Zhenghao reluctantly lowered the price repeatedly, eventually dropping it to less than half of his purchase price-only 30% of the normal market value and even promised double the standard commission to the agents.
The discount was comparable to the billion-dollar subsidies of Cat Paw Mall.
At first, it did attract some bold individuals to view the property, but ultimately, none of them proceeded with the purchase.
Whether it was the real estate agent or potential buyers, all were scared off and fled in panic.
Ju Ziyi, tempted by the hefty commission, once mustered the courage to visit the house, only to be nearly scared to death.
Since then, she had never recommended this property to anyone again.
Shi Pengpeng listened with curiosity, “Did you actually see the ghost?”
This was indeed strange.
While many haunted houses have rumors of ghostly activities, most are either exaggerated or, like in Zhan Jie’s case, occur late at night. It’s rare for such phenomena to happen in broad daylight and in front of a crowd.
“Exactly, I went with my colleagues that day, and we all witnessed it,” Ju Ziyi recalled with lingering fear.
“After that visit, I had nightmares for several days…”
The haunted house was unnaturally cold.
Even in the height of summer, without any air conditioning, there was a bone-chilling coldness.
Moreover, whenever someone entered the house, a strong wind would start blowing inside, knocking over furniture and appliances, sending them flying into the walls.
The most terrifying part was the bloodied handprints that would appear out of nowhere on the walls.
The white walls were stained with glaring blood, dripping down in streaks.
Next to the handprints was a line of words written in blood: “Return my hard-earned money.”
It was as frightening as it could get.
As Shi Pengpeng listened to Ju Ziyi’s description, her brows furrowed.
These phenomena indeed seemed like the work of a vengeful spirit, possibly even one with a blood curse.
This haunted house would not be easy to deal with.
However, she found something odd, “Return my hard-earned money? Did the previous owner not pay the worker?”
If that were the case, it would certainly be a reason to turn into a vengeful spirit.
“Not at all,” Ju Ziyi shook her head.
She explained that after the moving worker’s accident, the first owner cooperated fully with the police investigation.
The moving company later compensated through insurance, and the owner also gave the family a humanitarian condolence payment.
The matter was handled quite satisfactorily.
So, the subsequent occurrences left everyone baffled.
As they spoke, the elevator came to a stop.
“We’re here,” Ju Ziyi swallowed nervously.
This residential complex had one elevator per household, opening directly into the homeowner’s garden.
Fang Zhenghao, who no longer lived here and dared not come along, had remotely opened the door for them using a dynamic password.
Shi Pengpeng instinctively exchanged a glance with Yan Jing, seeing the same seriousness in each other’s eyes.
This haunted house was indeed extraordinary.
Despite the intense ghostly activities, they felt not a trace of negative energy upon arrival.
This was not something an ordinary vengeful spirit could achieve.
Shi Pengpeng wrinkled her nose, secretly forming a hand seal.
The elevator doors opened, and the three cautiously stepped out.
Shi Pengpeng and Yan Jing’s brows slightly furrowed.
The house was spacious, with the garden leading directly into the living room, offering a wide view.
As Ju Ziyi had described, the house had clearly suffered significant damage.
Furniture and decorative plants were toppled, ornaments lay shattered on the floor, and the walls were scarred with scratches from furniture impacts, presenting a scene of desolation.
“So, Miss Shi, have you noticed anything?” Ju Ziyi asked nervously, following behind her.
“Nothing,” Shi Pengpeng scanned the room, her eyes filled with confusion.
The house was indeed in a mess, but its layout was square and spacious, with a north-south airflow design.
The atmosphere inside was also clean and comfortable, not as sinister as Ju Ziyi had described.
Shi Pengpeng looked at Yan Jing: “Brother, do you feel anything?”
If there were a fierce ghost in the house, it should be very interested in the Unwithering Bone, and Yan Jing would quickly sense it.
But Yan Jing also shook his head: “Nothing.”
He even felt that the atmosphere of this house was better than his own.
Shi Pengpeng’s mood grew heavier.
In this situation, either the rumors of haunting were just a misunderstanding and there was no ghost here, or the ghost’s cultivation was far beyond hers, making it difficult for even her to detect.
But how could that be?
Even in the southern mausoleum, the enigmatic evil statue couldn’t completely hide its aura.
Shi Pengpeng took out her Feng Shui compass, performed a spell, but the compass needle was completely normal, showing no abnormalities.
This was really strange.
Shi Pengpeng had never encountered such a situation before and couldn’t help but doubt:
“Sister Ju, are you sure this place is haunted?”
“What are you talking about? The owner isn’t crazy. If it weren’t haunted, would it be sold so cheaply?” Ju Ziyi said, pointing to the wall by the floor-to-ceiling window.
“Look there…”
Shi Pengpeng looked up and her spirits lifted.
On the snow-white wall, there was a series of overlapping bloody handprints.
The handprints had dried and darkened, but a faint smell of blood could still be detected.
Beside them, there was a line of words clearly written with a finger: “Return my blood and sweat money.”
The blood of a fierce ghost usually carries heavy evil energy, known as blood evil, but these handprints, though terrifying, didn’t have any intimidating aura.
The smell of blood was also a bit strange…
Shi Pengpeng grew more suspicious and wanted to take a closer look.
Just then, the temperature in the house suddenly dropped, and a surge of coldness pierced their bones, making their hair stand on end.
“Ah!” Ju Ziyi screamed, jumping behind Shi Pengpeng.
“Miss Shi, the ghost, the ghost is here…!”
The needle of the Feng Shui compass spun wildly.
A sudden gust of wind swept through, tossing the already toppled furniture around, smashing and crashing everywhere.
“Bang, bang, bang “A flowerpot hit the TV, shattering the screen into pieces, scattering glass, porcelain, and soil all over the floor.
“Ah!” Ju Ziyi suddenly screamed again, pointing at the TV wall, her voice trembling.
“There, there…”
On the back panel of the TV wall, more bloody handprints appeared, layer upon layer, fresh and dripping, with streams of blood flowing down the surface.
Ju Ziyi’s heart almost stopped, and she said with a sob, “Miss Shi, maybe, maybe we should leave…”
“No, we’re not leaving.”
Shi Pengpeng’s face was calm, even with a hint of a smile.
“Hehe, I’m definitely buying this house.”
Yan Jing, with one hand in his pocket, said expressionlessly: “Agreed.”
“……?” Ju Ziyi was stunned, and the haunting ghost seemed equally surprised, as the appearance of the bloody handprints noticeably slowed down.
In the next second, beside the bloody handprint, a character slowly emerged in blood: “Die!”
Ju Ziyi clutched her chest, exclaiming, “Miss Shi…!”
“Don’t be afraid,” Shi Pengpeng reassured her calmly.
She then took out a vermilion lipstick and gently dabbed it on Ju Ziyi’s forehead.
Ju Ziyi immediately felt a clarity in her mind.
When she looked again, she was speechless: “……”
In front of the TV wall stood a man around thirty years old, dressed in a shirt and trousers.
In his left hand, he held a disposable plastic bowl filled with blood, and with his right hand, he dipped into the blood and began slapping it onto the wall.
With each slap, a bright red handprint appeared on the wall.
Apparently feeling that just handprints weren’t enough, the man occasionally flicked some blood onto the wall, causing the blood from the handprints to drip down.
He seemed quite pleased with his artistic creation, humming a tune as he continued slapping handprints, occasionally cursing, “Hmph, dare to buy this house? I’ll scare you to death!”
Then, as if struck by inspiration, he dipped his finger into the blood and added two more characters after “Die”:
“Whole Family.”
Ju Ziyi: “……”
Clearly, even haunting requires a sense of mystery.
What had just been a terrifying scene suddenly turned comical.