Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon-Chapter 1102: There Is Only One Explanation

Gu Zi murmured under her breath, almost to herself, "Your brother’s right not to listen to you..."

After all, no matter how she looked at it, that courtyard would be worth billions in the future—cold, hard cash that anyone would be a fool to ignore.

Yet, something didn’t sit right with her. If, as Chen Xi had claimed, they had actually heard terrifying cries that night, then it seemed that the story was far from a mere rumor.

Chen Xi, feeling a bit offended by Gu Zi’s dismissive tone, retorted, "Are you implying that I’m just a kid who can’t be trusted? You think I’m making it all up?"

Gu Zi raised an eyebrow, mulling over his words.

There was no such thing as a ’kid’ at his age, she thought—maybe a little naive, but not a child. She refrained from saying that aloud. Instead, she calmly explained, "Look, I don’t believe in those superstitions. But if you actually did hear those cries, there’s only one explanation. Someone must be staging something, trying to cover up whatever happened here." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Chen Xi scoffed, unconvinced. "What could they be hiding in that rundown place? It’s already old and falling apart."

Gu Zi, though not eager to dwell on such unsettling matters, understood the need to address the rumors. After all, the property had already been bought by Su Shen.

If these whispers weren’t dispelled, people would be too scared to buy here, especially if the stories kept getting more outrageous over time. She couldn’t afford to let that happen; property values were at stake.

She turned to Chen Xi, determination in her voice. "You’ll take me through another alley. Show me where you heard the crying, alright?"

Chen Xi, though still young, had always prided himself on being a real man. He thumped his chest confidently. "Of course. Let’s go."

As they reached the alleyway, Chen Xi gave a quick word to his driver before leading Gu Zi deeper into the narrow passage. The part he had explored was at the far end, and it took them a while to reach it.

By the time they arrived, Chen Xi’s confidence had started to fade. He felt a chill running down his spine. He looked over at Gu Zi, his voice dropping a bit. "This is it. These four courtyards have no one living in them."

Gu Zi took in her surroundings. Four decaying courtyards lay before her, their architecture as grim as their condition. But despite their dilapidated state, the layout was impeccable—facing south, the traditional layout was a prime feature. The air was fresh, untouched by the staleness of neglect. If one believed in any sort of mysticism, this would have been the least likely spot for any supernatural occurrence.

Still, Chen Xi was visibly shaken, his face pale with fear. He turned to Gu Zi, almost pleading. "Let’s go. It’s too creepy here, no one comes around. We should just leave."

Gu Zi didn’t respond, but instead, she asked, "Do you remember exactly which courtyard the crying came from?"

Chen Xi stiffened, trying to gather his courage. He scanned the area, finally pointing to a courtyard in the distance, its entrance adorned with a cracked white lantern. "It’s that one. I’m sure of it. Why are you asking? Let’s just get out of here."

Just then, a hurried man in his forties appeared from around a corner, glancing at them with a raised eyebrow. He halted in his tracks, his voice interrupting their conversation. "What are you doing here? The sun’s about to set; you should leave now."

Gu Zi, sensing he might be from the village and possibly knowing something useful, approached him. "This place seems nice. Why is everyone so afraid of it?"

The man, lowering his hoe, sighed deeply and offered an explanation. "You must be the new family that moved in near the village entrance, right? Heard about you. Don’t come through this back alley. We only pass through here when we go up the mountain to chop firewood. It’s not a place for curious outsiders. If you’re really that interested, ask Jiang Nan. She was close to the one who died."

Gu Zi caught the name and seized the opportunity. "You’re saying Jiang Nan was close to the one who died?"

The man nodded, wiping his brow. "Yeah, didn’t she tell you? She and her husband were from this village. They’ve been married for years, but they couldn’t have children. Her husband went off and had a kid with another woman, a boy. Jiang Nan even helped him find that woman. But then that woman was killed by Jiang Nan’s husband in a drunken rage. After that, things went south in the village. Not long after, Jiang Nan’s kid went missing. Her husband went searching for him and died on the road. But Jiang Nan, she’s a good woman, stuck by her in-laws and never remarried. She’s been taking care of them ever since."

With a final, thoughtful glance, the man shouldered his hoe, ready to leave. "Alright, enough talk. You’d better head back now."

Chen Xi’s mind swirled with the bizarre tale, barely grasping the details. He tugged at Gu Zi’s arm. "Let’s go. This place is too eerie. It’s making me feel like I’m losing my mind."