The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

The curtains in the old lady's room were thick and light-blocking. Although it was morning, there was a feeling of drowsiness and stuffiness as soon as I entered the room.

When Qiwu went in, the head maid Ning'er was sending a message to the old lady. After Qiwu asked how she was, the old lady ignored her.

Qi Wule was happy that she didn't have to deal with her. She was using the system to explore the house and happened to see the diamond peacock lamp display in the inner room. She tested the control range of the spiritual energy. She stood here and could control the formation on the lamp.

The formation on the lamp is a mirage bead added to the magic formation, which is Tutu's sudden inspiration.

The images in the mirage beads can be combined with the primary illusion array, making people feel as if they are in the scene. Originally, Tutu wanted to make a 4D movie about cultivating immortals. However, this array has certain defects, which will damage people's spirit and make people unable to distinguish between reality and imagination.

So when he was complaining to Qiwu about the difficulty of the formation, he brought up this new experiment.

The system's valuation was also very cheap, only 80 points, but it was still more cost-effective than selling food, after all, the cost was just a few broken diamonds and silver wires. Tutu's own factory's broken diamonds below points only cost a few dollars. This special illusion array lasted shorter than other primary illusion arrays, and could only last for an hour.

Qiwu placed the formation at the bottom of the lamp. She had already expected that rats would steal things, so she had different methods on many items in the warehouse.

After Qiwu said goodbye to the old woman, Ning'er came out and lifted the door curtain for Qiwu. The moment she walked out, Qiwu activated the formation.

The old lady in the room was looking at her makeup and hair, but for some reason she felt her neck getting heavier.

"What's going on? Why did you add so many jewelry and fake hair today? Ning'er, Ning'er, come and take off your hair and change it to something simpler."

A pair of cold hands reached out and fiddled with the jewelry on the old lady's head, but her head felt heavier and heavier.

The old lady was very angry, "Hurry up, you slut, watch your skin."

Suddenly, a cold hand reached out and touched the old lady's neck.

A vague voice came, "Old Madam, you called the wrong name, I'm not Ning'er, I'm Xia Liu."

The old lady continued to rage in front of the mirror, "How dare you, you slut, put your hands on me when they are so cold. I don't want your skin anymore. How did you get into the room? You are a second-class maid."

The voice pulled her hair and said, "Madam, your hair is so fine, it's like a young man's hair."

The old lady couldn't help it, she stretched out her hand and wanted to teach this bitch named Xia Liu a lesson, but she was about to turn around.

Suddenly I noticed in the mirror that there was a pair of pale hands with gray spots on her neck.

The old lady felt that all the anger in her body had disappeared, her whole body became cold, and she began to shiver.

"Eh? What are you afraid of, old lady? You wear my hair on your head every day, and you're not afraid at all."

A figure with hair covering his face, whose features could not be seen clearly, and dressed in fancy clothes, poked his head out from behind the old lady.

While stroking the old lady's hair, he exclaimed, "No wonder her hair is so good, hehe, it turns out to be my hair."

The old lady felt like she was freezing, "I don't recognize you. I bought your hair. It's not my fault."

Chunliu laughed, "Huh? You don't admit it. It's you who caused my family to be destroyed. Open your head and see where your memory is hidden."

The old lady quickly apologized, "No, no, I didn't forget. I saw your hair at the back of the temple and thought it was beautiful. I asked the steward to persuade me and bought your hair at a high price. I paid for it, I paid for it."

The old lady's hair was getting longer and longer, gradually wrapping up the old lady and making her unable to move.

"Wuwuwu, I refused to sell it to you guys so you snatched it away and ruined my business. Wuwuwu, in the end you forced me to sell myself, shaved my hair and sold it to a filthy place. Wuwuwu, my scalp is so cold, I can't even comb my hair when it's so short."

The old lady's eyes bulged out due to the hair. "It was the steward's own idea. It was him. I didn't ask him to sell you."

"Hahaha, old lady, you are lying to the devil, hahaha, the manager who does the dirty work said the same thing. Birds of a feather, hahaha."

"I learned to dance in that filthy place. I'll dance for the old lady to see, hahaha."

The weight on the old lady's head increased again. She looked up and saw the female ghost standing above her head, spinning and jumping, with her neck tilted back so that she could hardly breathe.

The old lady's hands and feet were bound by her long hair, and she kept muttering, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I will offer you a longevity tablet and return your hair to you. I will return all of it to you."

She stretched out one arm with all her strength, grabbed her hair, and pulled it down with blood on it.

"I'll give it back to you. Don't bother me. Don't bother me."

The force of the binding on her hair became weaker. The old lady thought she was doing the right thing and pulled her hair even harder. Her face was covered with blood and she looked like a man-eating evil ghost.

The formation used the lowest grade broken diamonds as spirit stones, and such a large illusion formation was quickly consumed, about an hour later. The moment the broken diamonds and mirage beads collapsed into powder, the illusion formation was lifted.

The old lady sat in front of the mirror, still pulling her hair out.

Ning'er finished her own work and was about to go into the house when she heard through the door the old lady muttering to herself in a weird voice after the illusion was lifted. She thought for a moment and did not go into the house. She quietly left the yard and walked towards the big kitchen, pretending to urge for snacks.

Because the old lady's yard had not yet been staffed with new maids, and the maids who did the rough work were not allowed to enter the room, the mad old lady was not discovered until the prince came to pay his respects.

"The pulse is astringent and stringy, very soft when pressed, and extremely thin and rapid." After taking the prince's pulse, the doctor in the marquis's mansion reported to the prince.

The prince frowned as he looked at his mother's bloody head and said, "Heal the external injuries first."

The doctor came over to apply medicine on the old lady's head. The old lady felt something on her head and began to tear it hysterically again. She tore off the white cloth wrapping the medicine and pulled out her remaining hair.

It was not until the prince heard her mumbling clearly, "I don't want your hair anymore, I'll give it all back to you," that the prince asked the maid to carefully cut the remaining hair close to the scalp. Only then did the old lady calm down a little.

Qiwu was also called over. She stood beside the bed and used the system to check the status of the formation. Then she admired the prince's performance of filial piety.

When the prince saw the old lady with blood all over her head and a terrifying expression, he did not get within one meter of her except for a few words of comfort.

After instructing Qiwu to stay and take care of him, the prince got up and left quickly.

Qiwu sat beside the bed and looked at the old lady, who looked haggard and muttered with her eyes closed. Qiwu pretended to tuck the corner of the quilt for her and left.

Qiwu walked to the place where he had placed the video stone in the garden before, looked back at the screen, and smiled. It turned out to be you.

The old lady has come to an end for now, so the next one is you.