The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

301: Chapter 301 Mr. Han Has Good CourageHan Jingyang suddenly spun around.

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing turned at the same time.

However, there was still no one there.

Liu Jing lowered her voice, ”Boss, should we... head out first?”

Shi Xiaoya nodded in agreement. ”This place is very eerie. It wouldn’t be too late to come back after we’ve figured out the situation.”

It was indeed eerie.

There were sounds, yet no shadows of people.

Coupled with the doors and curtains that had closed on their own, the atmosphere was thick with supernatural dread.

Even Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya, who were fully armed and had been buffed by several skills, felt the urge to retreat.

Withdrawing for the time being was indeed the best choice.

On the second floor.

Inside the bedroom.

Doudou, dressed in pajamas, was also nervously watching the surveillance footage on the computer screen, which showed Han Jingyang and the other two.

Watching their movements, Doudou remained expressionless, but her palm tightly gripped a jade piece shaped like a parrot.

Seeing that Han Jingyang and his companions still had no intention of leaving, she asked softly, ”You... why aren’t you speaking?”

In the living room.

Han Jingyang and the others heard that eerie voice once more: ”You... why aren’t you speaking?”

This time, the sound came from yet another location.

But when the three turned around, there was still no one.

Shi Xiaoya took a deep breath. ”Hubby, let’s pull back first.”

Liu Jing also slowly moved to put her back to the door, preparing to cover their retreat.

Han Jingyang suddenly smiled. ”Little Sister-in-law, we’re all acquaintances. Stop playing ghost. Come out. Whether you believe it or not, I bear you no ill will; after all, you aren’t a bad person. If you were, I would have exposed you in front of Wang Zhiwei just now instead of waiting for him to leave before making this trip.”

The room was silent; not a sound could be heard.

Han Jingyang smiled again. ”If Little Sister-in-law still won’t come out to talk, I’m coming up. Please forgive my intrusion.”

As his voice fell, he walked toward the stairs.

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing quickly followed, one in front and one behind him.

At that moment, another voice came from the doorway: ”Mr. Han, you have quite the courage.”

The three of them turned their heads.

The doorway was empty.

They turned back again.

A figure in pajamas appeared at the bottom of the stairs; it was Wang Zhiwei’s young wife, Doudou.

Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya were pale with shock.

What kind of movement technique was this?

Too eerie!

Half a second ago, that spot had been empty.

In the blink of an eye it took to turn their heads, a living person had appeared.

It was almost exactly like the legendary teleportation.

Han Jingyang also frowned.

This entrance was almost identical to the four Zou Shuying sisters, except this Doudou added a little trick of feinting in one direction while attacking from another.

But it was still eerie enough!

If she could move like this in actual combat, even Tian Chunming’s scalp would go numb.

With this eerie movement technique, one would already be invincible. One could attack or retreat at will, completely seizing the initiative in battle, and could appear beside a target to launch an attack at any time or place.

Who could withstand that?

However, there must be limitations.

Otherwise, Doudou wouldn’t have needed to play these ghostly tricks.

A truly powerful person wouldn’t disdain to use such low-level parlor tricks.

Thinking this, he smiled and beckoned. ”Little Sister-in-law, shall we sit down and chat?”

Doudou was expressionless, her eyes indifferent as she stared fixedly at Han Jingyang.

Han Jingyang, however, walked over to the sofa and sat down on his own. He pulled out tea leaves and a teapot from under the coffee table and began boiling water to brew tea.

Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya nervously followed him to the sofa, guarding him on either side.

The water boiled.

Han Jingyang picked up the kettle and poured.

The scalding water poured over the Little Green Tangerine tea. As the boiling water flooded the tangerine and flowed down the sides of the glass, it became a brightly colored tea soup—golden in hue and crystal clear. Inside the square glass pot, it formed a shape like a gold brick, and a thick tea fragrance gradually began to permeate the room.

Han Jingyang fanned the air toward himself, and the scent grew stronger.

He nodded with satisfaction and poured the tea into cups.

Four cups.

One for each person present.

Liu Jing was a bit worried. ”Boss, this water...”

Han Jingyang waved his hand. ”It’s fine. Little Sister-in-law isn’t an outsider. Have a taste; this tea is quite good. Though it’s not famous or expensive, the mouthfeel, flavor, and color are all top-notch.”

Saying so, he beckoned to Doudou. ”Little Sister-in-law, come. To use this tea as your daily brew shows that you are a person who loves and understands tea. You have taste.”

After speaking, he picked up his cup and took a light sip.

The golden-amber tea soup entered his mouth, filling it with sweetness and the unique fragrance of the green tangerine. The flavor was fragrant without being cloying—a masterpiece.

He swallowed.

The hot tea, carrying its thick aroma, rolled from the back of his tongue into his stomach, and his body instantly felt warm.

One sip.

Then another.

Han Jingyang drank with great relish.

After finishing one cup, he poured another, then looked up at Doudou. ”Little Sister-in-law, you still won’t speak. Could it be that you’re afraid of something?”

Doudou finally spoke: ”You weren’t hired by someone else to come here?”

”Of course not.”

”Really?”

”You might not trust me, but you should be able to trust Old Wang. My friendship with him is no ordinary one.”

”No, I don’t trust him.”

”Hmm?”

”I...” Doudou hesitated for a moment at this point, then walked over and sat down gracefully across from Han Jingyang. ”I am only using him.”

Han Jingyang smiled. ”I am only interested in you, or rather, the thing inside your body.”

Doudou asked cautiously, ”You saw it?”

Han Jingyang pointed to himself. ”Who am I? I am the rising Mr. Han. My strength might not be the greatest, but these eyes are definitely second to none in Quancheng. I knew something was wrong with you before I even entered the door. Seeing you, I understood your situation directly; I just didn’t know what methods you actually possessed.”

”Really?”

”There’s no point in lying to you. You have no power to resist before me anyway,” Han Jingyang said with a smile, making a clenching motion with his fist. ”I could destroy you with a turn of my hand. Do you believe me?”

Doudou’s body trembled slightly. ”I do.”

Han Jingyang nodded with satisfaction. ”Good. Then tell me about your situation. Why did you turn into this ghostly state? You’ve made Old Wang think you’ve been possessed by a Painted Skin.”

Doudou hesitated for a few seconds before standing up. ”Follow me.”

Han Jingyang stood up without hesitation and followed Doudou upstairs.

Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya naturally stayed right by Han Jingyang’s side.

Second floor.

Doudou opened a bedroom that didn’t face the sun.

The windows in the bedroom were tightly shut, and thick curtains were drawn, blocking out every sliver of sunlight.

Only when the bedroom door was opened could one barely see anything.

Doudou entered but didn’t turn on the lights. Instead, she turned to face the wall and pointed at an oil painting. ”I’ve loved painting since I was a child. Although I majored in violin in college, I spent almost all my spare time studying oil painting. I made great progress and even held two exhibitions before graduating. I had some success and even thought about switching careers entirely—until the month I graduated, when I found this at a stall in Yaowang Tower.”

Han Jingyang stood beside Doudou, his gaze fixed on the wall.

He squinted his eyes to look and nodded slightly. ”Not bad. It’s a very good oil painting, close to the level of a master. The brushwork is fine, the use of color is very precise, and the degree of realism is very high. The depiction of the subject’s emotions is also quite accurate. It must be worth a lot of money?”

Doudou shook her head. ”I only spent fifty-eight yuan on it.”

”And then you could never find the seller again?”

”Yes. I went back many times afterward, but I never found that seller again. It was also at that time that I met Old Wang.”

”Tell me more specifically. I mean, about this painting.”

Doudou took a deep breath. ”Do you know the identity of the woman in this painting?”