Huang Xikong didn't know who this villa belonged to at first.

It was only after he sneaked in that he realized that the people living in this villa looked very familiar.

Thanks to his good habit of watching various sections of news every day and various programs, when he saw oil paintings of characters hanging on the wall of the living room on the first floor of the villa, he almost recognized them at a glance. The man was famous in China.

Ren Wenzhou, who is very popular.

Huang Xikong stared at the oil painting and recalled all his memories of Xia Zhihuai during this period.

It's very certain that Xia Zhihuai didn't know Ren Wenzhou.

He was also a little confused for a moment why Ren Wenzhou was like Xia Zhihuai, and was related to the same ghost.

But since it comes, we must figure out the cause and effect before and after.

The little devil was not on the first floor. Huang Xikong restrained all the aura on his body and quietly went to the second floor.

In the corridor on the second floor, you can hear the laughter of children and the jingling bells.

There are several doors on the second floor, no one enters and leaves, but they open and close.

Huang Xikong looked at the little ghost crawling in the corridor, wearing a red bellyband embroidered with a tiger, a gold collar, and a golden ring on his right ankle, with two small bells hanging on it.

The little ghost is actually very small, but the yin energy on his body is so strong that it slowly ejaculates out of the entire building.

Huang Xikong stood around the corner, looking at the child tightly, but did not see Ren Wenzhou.

He observed for a while and found that the little ghost could not walk, but could only crawl on the ground.

He guessed that he could still float in the air.

Although the child is very young, his face is blue and purple, and he has become very evil.

Huang Xikong slowly walked up to him, picked him up from the ground, and looked at him seriously: "Gumantong?"

The little ghost suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a sharp shark-like teeth, and bit Huang Xikong's arm hard.

Huang Xikong narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched his head with one hand, and threatened slowly: "Bite randomly, squeeze your little head~"

This little devil is far less cute and well-behaved than Wanwan, so he will not treat Wanwan as a way to treat such a little devil who has killed anyone.

The little ghost grinned and whimpered fiercely, but he couldn't bite him.

Huang Xikong instantly released the aura from his body and crushed the little ghost heavily.

The little ghost's eyes closed immediately, and then formed a group under his hands, not daring to act in a bad mood anymore.

Huang Xikong picked him up from the ground, grabbed the little ghost under his armpit with one hand, and asked, "Which room is the man?"

The little ghost said nothing, looked at the floor dejectedly, not wanting to pay attention to him.

Huang Xikong looked down at the little devil who was pretending to be dead, raised his hand and slapped him in the butt.

The little ghost suddenly burst into tears, dancing his limbs to escape from him.

Huang Xikong lowered his head and said, "Give you another chance, where is the room?"

"Don't pretend not to understand. You can even listen to people's orders to kill people, and you can't understand similar words?"

The little ghost cried less and the moji sounded. After a while, he lowered his head and pointed his hand at the second door on the left.

Huang Xikong walked to the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door panel.

There was no sound in the house.

Huang Xikong did not break into the door directly.

Because the situation in this villa itself is very strange.

A Gumantong, whose hands were stained with blood, crawled around in the corridor on the second floor of the villa, but the people in the villa were still alive.

At least when standing at the door, he could feel that the people in the house were alive.

"Who is the person in the room?" Huang Xikong lowered his head and straightened the little ghost, letting him float in the air.

The little ghost was sitting in the air, shouting "Ahhhhh" twice, and then suddenly shouted "Daba" in a vague way.

Huang Xikong turned his head and looked at the door panel: "Is he your father?"

"What about your mother?"

The little ghost lowered his head and slowly took out a broken soul from his bellyband.
Chapter completed!