The sound of struggles and collisions in the wooden house also came to an abrupt end at this time.

"He's dead." The girl in green clothes pulled Jiang Chen out a few steps, looked at the house that had returned to lifelessness, and patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder, "It's your turn now. Go and ask the monster, where did it hide Mrs. Jia?"

Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at her hand on her shoulder: "Okay, let me go and I'll ask it."

The girl in the green clothes narrowed her eyes slightly: "How can I rest assured when you go alone? I'll go with you."

Jiang Chen said: "You have too strong murderous aura and will scare it. It is more convenient for me to go alone."

He patted the hand on his shoulder with his eyes extremely sincere, "Don't worry, I guarantee that I will never escape in the last battle."

The girl in the green clothes retracted her hand like an electric shock, glared at him with murderous aura, and said coldly: "If you dare to lie to me, I will also guarantee the personality of the Peach Blossom Assassin, making you die ugly!"

Jiang Chen held the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to tidy up her wrinkled clothes, and strode forward with his head raised.

When passing by Chiyang, Chiyang said in a low voice: "Be careful."

"Don't worry, I won't joke about my life!"

Jiang Chen laughed a few times, climbed up the low slope, walked outside the fence, and said loudly toward the dead wooden house: "Dear guest is here to visit, Mrs. Jia, why don't you go out to greet me!"

There was no movement in the wooden house.

Jiang Chen waited for a while and clearly felt a pair of gloomy eyes in the room looking at him through the crack of the door, but he did not respond to his greeting.

He also began to feel nervous, thinking to himself that he had guessed wrongly?

If this is the case, my actions will be like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth...

However, the big words had been spoken out, and the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

Feeling the gaze of Chiyang and Peach Blossom Assassin behind him, Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, climbed over the fence, came to the front of the house to stand, took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Madam Jia, can I come in?"

He bit the word "Madam Jia" hard, just to test the monster's reaction.

But the house was quiet, and I don’t know where the monster was hiding, and even my breathing was hidden. Only a pair of cold eyes in the dark made Jiang Chen’s scalp instinctively numb.

Jiang Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva quietly, slowly pushed the door open and said, "I'm in, Mrs. Jia forgives the crime--"

The voice came to an abrupt end.

The scene of seeing through the crack in the door made Jiang Chen's heart jump in an instant, and the second half of the words were stuck in his throat.

The tiger-headed monster sat next to the table, with two bowls of steaming soup on it, and opposite him was a man who was captured by it—

The man leaned against the back of the chair with many wounds on his body, his neck and face were covered in blood and his face, and his face was full of fear, and he was already dead.

His eyes were still wide open, and he was staring straight at Jiang Chen, as if there were endless grievances and fears to express.

The tiger-headed monster's scarlet vertical eyes, the dead's resentful eyes, Chiyang's worried eyes, the peach blossom assassin's cold gaze, and their own emotions, as if they were real, all of them converged on Jiang Chen alone at this moment.

A layer of sweat suddenly appeared on Jiang Chen's forehead, and his heart jumped wildly uncontrollably.

"Gudong." Jiang Chen's throat moved, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and slowly pulled the door open with his right hand.

A fresh and strong smell of blood came to my face.

Jiang Chen's thoughts flashed by, and he took a light step under his feet, walking towards the monster beside the table in a cautious and unhonest manner.

The tiger-headed monster stared at him coldly, and a deterrent feeling in his throat.

"Relax, relax... I have no malice..." Jiang Chen comforted softly, "Madam Jia, I was entrusted by Master Jia Si and came to pick you up home."

The tiger-headed monster could not tell the expression of a human on its hideous face, and its pupils still shrank to a little, and its posture had not changed. However, Jiang Chen could feel that its hostility had weakened a little.

Guessed correctly!

This tiger-headed monster is indeed Mrs. Jia!

The guidance of "Secret of Void" is indeed nothing wrong!

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

But the bigger puzzle is still behind!

——Why did Mrs. Jia, who is delicate and expensive, and has no power to tie a chicken, become such a hideous and terrifying tiger-headed monster?

——Why did she take a kidnap a human man and put him at the table and kill him?

——Are the corpses inside the pit outside the house killed by this man like this man?

Guessing Mrs. Jia’s identity is just the first step to uncover the mystery. Jiang Chen has no clue about the remaining many problems.

Jiang Chen's eyes inadvertently swept across the tiger-headed monster's hands.

Those hands, or claws, were as slender as the girl in green said, as ghostly as Master Jia said. Just as Master Jia said, he was wearing a shining ruby ​​ring.

At this moment, the right claw was holding a pair of chopsticks.

According to what Jiang Chen saw along the way, chopsticks are both tableware and weapons for monsters. Perhaps it was these pair of chopsticks that poked into the body of the man opposite and gave him the last blow.

But at the moment, Jiang Chen intuitively believed that the monster holding chopsticks should simply want to eat.

Why eat at the corpse?

He also specially prepared a bowl of soup for the body?

"Madam Jia, you..." Jiang Chen said slowly, "Is it holding some kind of ceremony?"

The monster's pupils became increasingly scarlet, his ferocious face twisted violently, and his throat made a sad low sound, as if he was heartbroken by Jiang Chen's words.

Jiang Chen was quite uncomfortable with his inhuman eyes and thought to himself that the ceremony it was about to hold was "dining with a hundred corpses", then his life would be considered a sheep entering the tiger's mouth and sacrificed his life to achieve success.

Judging from the broken corpses in the cave, such an evil ritual is not impossible.

"Madam Jia, you have become like this. You have been hit by some kind of witchcraft?" Jiang Chen tentatively said, "Do you know how to unlock this witchcraft?"

The monster suddenly stood up.

Once its tall body stood up, it suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression, which immediately aroused Jiang Chen's warning signs. He took three steps back in a row.

If reason hadn't overwhelmed the fear, Jiang Chen remembered that there was a peach blossom assassin waiting outside, he would have snatched the door and left this ghost place as fast as possible, and never came back.

The monster lifted up the male corpse on the chair opposite, threw it into the corner of the wall like a ragdoll, then turned around, pointed to the empty chair, and made an invitation gesture to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen looked at the remaining bloodstains on the chair and swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently.

‘What it means is to replace the male corpse and become a new guest?’

The monster waved to Jiang Chen, making an impatient whirring sound from his mouth.
Chapter completed!