No House for Our Wedding, So I Snapped Up a Haunted House for One Yuan

"Breaking news! A 180-square-meter, three-bedroom apartment is going for just one yuan in a flash sale!"

The comment section was buzzing.

"Wow! Thirteen floors in a row!"

"Which brave soul is leading the charge?"

Half a day later,

Lu Qingcang unlocked the door to the three-bedroom apartment,

smoking a cigarette as he casually plucked a strand of black hair poking out of the mirror.

A bluish-green arm slowly withdrew from behind the curtain.

"Sizzle!"

Lu Qingcang pressed the lit cigarette, its tip glowing with sparks, against the bluish-green arm,

and wisps of smoke rose into the air.

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This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.