Qin Feng and Lan Fenghuang both chuckled, while the ninja managed not to laugh out loud—he hadn't expected Lin Xia to guess it right.
Lin Xia squinted and said, "So, all this is why you're so eager to sell the house?"
The bald man sheepishly lowered his head.
Lin Xia put on a sentimental face, "Ah, that's just fate! At the final moment of your life, lucky you ran into us.
Think about Longhu Mountain—our Daoist Technique can pierce the heavens, dealing with a couple female ghosts is nothing.
As for this house, I'm not trying to rip you off. We'll handle the ghost for you. One million, I'll pay your original asking price!"
The bald man was so moved he nearly cried, thanking repeatedly, "Oh wow, you really are a living Bodhisattva, saving lives and alleviating suffering! All right then, let's hurry and sign the contract, I'm selling you the house at the original price!"
The real estate agent had thought this deal was dead, but as they kept talking, it somehow turned around.
