Chapter 2933

Yan Xiwan went to find Old Yuan. "Master, let's go for a walk together."

Old Yuan replied, "You go out by yourself. Your master sat in a car today and feels a bit tired. It seems when one gets old, everything feels uncomfortable."

"Alright. Rest well, Master. I’ll go out and bring back some food for you and Uncle Hai when I return. That way, you won’t have to go out to buy it."

"Fine." Old Yuan agreed immediately.

Yan Xiwan walked out of the guesthouse, checked her direction, and set off. Her main goal was to buy some local specialties from Yunjin.

However, after walking only a short distance, she noticed a dark, murky aura floating above a dilapidated house nearby.

This was the aura of a resentful soul. Ordinary people could not see it, but she could.

Yan Xiwan stopped at a nearby stall to buy a roasted sweet potato. She then asked the vendor, "Comrade, that house looks very old. Why does it look different from the surrounding ones?"

The vendor followed Yan Xiwan’s gaze and said with a strange expression, "Little comrade, you must be from out of town."

"Yes, I’m from the Capital. I just arrived today to visit and buy some big twisted dough sticks here." Yan Xiwan put on a shy expression. "I heard Yunjin has many ancient buildings, so I came specifically to see them."

The vendor nodded and said, "No wonder you don’t know. That is a famous haunted house here."

"Ah?" Yan Xiwan blinked her eyes. "I thought people didn’t believe in such things anymore?"

The vendor looked around and whispered, "People say they don’t believe, but that’s just talk. Who really doesn’t believe? That house has been sitting there for years with no buyers. Because if you buy it, bad things happen."

"Why not demolish it then?" Yan Xiwan asked further.

"Who doesn’t want to demolish it? Someone tried a few years ago. But before they could start, accidents happened. Everyone who entered that house fell ill, babbling nonsense, claiming there were souls inside. So, no one mentioned demolishing or buying it again."

The vendor sighed. "Actually, the house looks nice, and the price is cheap."

Yan Xiwan nodded. "The house does look good, and the architecture is very retro. I like this style. I wonder if I can buy it?"

"Little comrade, I advise you not to buy it. That house is truly unlucky," the vendor said.

Yan Xiwan smiled lightly. "I know. I was just asking. If it is truly unlucky, I have a couple of relatives who might be able to resolve it."

Having made up her mind, Yan Xiwan went to inquire about the price.

The house was indeed cheap. It was an independent three-story building with a garden in front and back. The floor area alone was over two hundred square meters, not including the gardens. At current prices, such a house should cost at least twenty or thirty thousand yuan. Yet, the seller asked for only eight thousand.

After confirming the price, Yan Xiwan quickly took out her money and bought the house.

Fortunately, there were no age restrictions on buying property at that time. Otherwise, Yan Xiwan would have had to ask her master to handle it.

Because there were no age limits, the process was very smooth. The seller was likely eager to get rid of the house, as it was a nightmare for them.

After completing the procedures, Yan Xiwan slowly walked into the house.

She pushed open the door and looked at the furnishings inside. They were very retro, though covered in dust.

"Come out," Yan Xiwan said calmly. "You’ve made a mess of this place. Do you think I will just ignore it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the temperature in the room dropped sharply. A red shadow appeared—it was a red-clad vengeful soul.

"A vengeful soul?" Yan Xiwan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Just a vengeful soul, not even a soul cultivator. I don’t understand why you are causing trouble."

Yan Xiwan was not afraid of the red-clad vengeful soul in front of her.

Her lack of fear did not mean the soul was unafraid.

As a vengeful soul, it had long lost its clear mind, possessing only an obsession.

"This is mine," the red-clad vengeful soul muttered.

Yan Xiwan raised an eyebrow. She lifted her hand and shook it slightly. A virtual bell appeared in her hand. Although there was no sound, the red-clad vengeful soul seemed subdued.

As the little princess of the Yanluo Realm, Yan Xiwan naturally possessed such minor techniques.

With a slight search of the soul, she learned the truth. The house had indeed been the home of this red-clad vengeful soul. However, a plague had killed her entire family. Someone had then entered, carelessly disposed of their bodies, and offered no祭奠 (memorial rites).

Worse, those people had occupied their house and property.

This made the vengeful soul resentful. Her home had been taken over, so she developed an obsession: to protect this home.

For decades, this house became a famous haunted house.

Knowing the truth, Yan Xiwan handled it easily. She used the Yanluo Order to summon a Yin Envoy.

When the Yin Envoy arrived and saw Yan Xiwan, he was startled. "Greetings, Little Princess."

"May I ask how to address you?" Although Yan Xiwan had spent a hundred years in Zhu Yanyi’s womb, she did not know the public officials of the Yanluo Realm.

"The Little Princess may address me by my employee number. I am Number 317," the Yin Envoy said seriously.

"Alright, Number 317. I leave this vengeful soul to you," Yan Xiwan said without objection.

Number 317 nodded quickly and said, "Little Princess, if there are no other orders, I shall take my leave."

Yan Xiwan nodded in agreement and let the Yin Envoy take the vengeful soul away.

She then cultivated there for a while, absorbing the Yin energy and soul energy, converting it into the spiritual energy she needed.

When everything was done, Yan Xiwan realized it was about time to return. She planned to buy some food on the way back. Tomorrow, she could ask everyone to come help clean and arrange the house, saving them from staying in the guesthouse in the future.

Although Yan Xiwan might not come to Yunjin often, having her own home was nice.

When Yan Xiwan returned to the guesthouse with food and told Old Yuan, he was speechless. "So, you just went out for a bit and bought a house? And a haunted house at that?"

"Yes," Yan Xiwan nodded seriously. "Actually, the house is quite good. It’s just that no one lives there, so it lacks human presence and feels a bit desolate."

"My dear, wait until your Grandpa Zhang arrives. Let him come and take a look. These things sometimes do exist," Old Yuan said. He actually believed in such matters.

"Master, even if they exist, we haven’t harmed them. Would they attack us without reason?" Yan Xiwan asked seriously.

"Every place has laws. In the human world, there are human laws. For souls, there must be Yanluo regulations. So, if they harm people innocently, it will likely damage their own cultivation."

Yan Xiwan explained this seriously to Old Yuan.

Old Yuan thought about it and found some truth in it. "In that case, I’ll accompany you to see it tomorrow. If we can tidy it up, I’d also like to have a fixed place to stay."

Since Old Yuan had taken on the Wang family’s patient, he would need to visit several times besides the current period. Staying in the guesthouse all the time was not ideal.

Yan Xiwan said, "So tomorrow, we will go together to clean and buy daily necessities."

Driver Uncle Hai said, "Tomorrow, after I drop you off, I’ll go buy things. When you are done, I’ll come pick you up. Just give me a list of what you need."

Yan Xiwan nodded slightly. "That’s a good idea. Let’s do that."

The next day, Yan Xiwan and Old Yuan went to see the patient, while Uncle Hai dropped them off at the Wang family’s house and went shopping.

Old Yuan’s acupuncture session for the patient lasted one hour. After the second session, the patient’s complexion improved slightly.

"Last night, when I wiped him down, I noticed some blood coming from his nostrils," Mrs. Shen said.

"Mrs. Shen, don’t worry," Old Yuan said. "As I said, this is a normal phenomenon."

"Because you said so, I am not worried. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know what to do," Mrs. Shen replied.

"This will happen every day. The stagnant blood is in his head. If it is not fully expelled, he cannot wake up. The fact that the stagnant blood is coming out through the seven orifices indicates that the symptoms are improving," Old Yuan explained.

Mrs. Shen already knew this, but hearing Old Yuan confirm it again put her mind at ease.

After finishing the acupuncture at the Wang family’s house, Old Yuan and Yan Xiwan went to the house Yan Xiwan had bought.

Seeing the sunlight shining on the house gave a warm feeling.

As Old Yuan walked into the house, he said, "With such warm sunlight, how could there be Yin souls? You don’t need Grandpa Zhang. Even I think you bought this house at a great value."

Yan Xiwan smiled and said, "Isn’t it? Three stories, with more than ten rooms in total."

"Alright, let’s clean the house first. Once it’s clean, we’ll move in," Old Yuan said.

"Shall I find some people to help clean?" Uncle Hai suggested. The place was too big. With only three people, they might not finish cleaning for a long time.

Yan Xiwan also preferred to hire help, so she agreed when Uncle Hai mentioned it.

Old Yuan naturally did not object.

Uncle Hai went out and quickly found about twenty young men. Together, they cleaned the house thoroughly in one day, even removing the weeds in the garden.

After paying them, Yan Xiwan came over and asked Old Yuan, "Master, which floor do you plan to live on?"

"I’m old. Why climb stairs? I’ll live on the first floor," Old Yuan said.

"Then Uncle Hai will also live on the first floor, and I’ll live on the third floor," Yan Xiwan said with a smile.

"Fine. Since you’re usually not here, no one will go upstairs anyway," Old Yuan said with a smile.