"Ye Fan, wait. Dai Xiongzhao caught up with Ye Fan, and said with hesitation on his face: "We, really left like this, Brother Meng is really okay?

Why didn't he believe it so much! If it weren't for the fact that in ancient times, a cold wind could easily kill people? When Brother Meng called him, he really didn't mishear the panic and fear in his voice.

Besides, as a civil servant in the official system, he didn't go to the hospital if he had a cold, so let him find a heavenly master?

He's just a bastard, not a fool.

Moreover, he always felt that he could understand every word of what these two people said, but when combined, he was full of stars, and for the first time in his life, he had to admit that his IQ was really not enough.

Ye Fan turned around, his dark eyes reflected the brightly lit villa in front of him, and he curled the corners of his mouth and said, "No, he has something." ”

Dai Xiongzhao became anxious when he heard this, "Ah, what should I do, Ye Fan, Master Goddess, you must save him." ”

"Wait here. Ye Fan glanced back at him, her right hand raised, and a yellow talisman appeared on her finger.

Next, the time has come to witness the miracle.

Dai Xiongzhao watched inexplicably as she attached the yellow talisman to his body, and then began to perform a great transformation in front of him, assuring that he had absolutely not blinked, but the person disappeared from his eyes.

"Ah......h

"Goddess, Master. He swallowed and screamed tentatively in a trembling voice, but no one answered him.

Ye Fan, who had already become in a pseudo-spirit state, looked at the three fires that had been re-ignited on his head and shoulders, and now he could no longer see her in the soul body and pseudo-spirit state.

Ye Fan moved his gaze to the direction of the villa, under the night sky, the villa seemed to exude a light purple light, not only did there be no yin ghost magnetic field, but this villa was also a prosperous feng shui bureau, and the owner who lived in it was prosperous and prosperous.

"It's just that there is red in the purple. Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, and unexpectedly saw a trace of blood red in a pale purple light.

With thoughtfulness in his eyes, Ye Fan floated back towards the villa.

In the bright living room, Ye Fan unexpectedly found that Meng Hang was still sitting on the sofa, and the whole person was shrunk into a ball, still trembling, not at all calm and calm before.

However, what is certain is that his fear is not because he is haunted by yin objects, because the magnetic field around his body is stable, and there is no breath of the deceased or the invasion of yin qi, but his magnetic field is the same as this villa, it is purple and red, and the red glow is full of ferocity, which is an extremely fierce omen.

But whether the ferocious aura in the red mangs was brought by him or by other influences, it was still impossible to see with her current cultivation.

Looking away from him, Ye Fan inspected the living room and the floor, before in front of the master, she was not too presumptuous, and this master was obviously a very shrewd person.

The layout of the living room is simple and atmospheric, and it doesn't look unusual.

Ye Fan floated to the wall where the painting was hung again, and flew up, her eyes swept through the blank space, and suddenly her gaze stopped at a certain point, where there was a small hole, which was caused by the pattern of the wallpaper to cause a blind spot, if she didn't look carefully, it would be easy to miss.

She searched it again, and sure enough, she found a hole not far away.

It seems that there were indeed four paintings hanging here, but two were taken down.

Ye Fan went to the two pictures that were still hanging and studied them carefully, however, she had no artistic cells, she couldn't study anything at all, and the author was not indicated on them, so she couldn't tell which famous painting it was.

Looking at it, I only feel that the person who painted this painting has been very depressed in her heart, although she doesn't know how to appreciate it, but when she looks at it, she feels a little depressed and irritable in her heart.

At this moment, there was a noise on the other side of the sofa.

Ye Fan turned around and saw that Meng Hang had already stood up from the sofa, his body was still shaking, his face was blue and pale, his eyes were red, and he looked a little hideous.

He paced slowly towards the stairs, like a spiritless spirit, and as he went up the stairs, he struck his knee the edge of the stairs.

"Hiss......" Meng Hang held on to the escalator with one hand to stabilize his figure, covered his injured knee with the other, gasped, and his red eyes suddenly shed a line of tears.

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows in surprise, was this crying or taking the opportunity to vent?

Wiping his face, Meng Hang grinned, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying, and limped upstairs, with Ye Fan following behind him.

Meng Hang stopped in front of a room on the second floor and opened it with his hand on the handle, but the door was only halfway open, and he paused again.

Looking in through the crack in the open door, this room should be Meng Hang's bedroom, there seems to be some chaos inside, and there is a not-so-good smell coming out.

However, Ye Fan didn't have time to look carefully, because Meng Hang closed the bedroom door again, and then turned around and walked towards the depths of the corridor on the second floor.

Ye Fan glanced at the closed bedroom and turned to follow.

In the end, Meng Hang stopped in front of the door of a room in the deepest part, but did not enter immediately, just hung his head and stood in front of the door.

Just when Ye Fan thought that he would not go in, he suddenly took a deep breath, took out a key from his pocket, and inserted it into the keyhole with trembling hands.

It's still locked?

Click, the door lock opened, Meng Hang pushed the door open and went in, and Ye Fan also floated in.

This should be a room used to put miscellaneous items, and the things inside are basically covered with white cloth, but it is somewhat similar to the easel covered with white cloth at the crime scene, maybe this is the place where Meng Hang's dusty dreams are sealed.

Meng Hang dragged his injured foot, walked to the corner, and slowly lifted a white cloth.

Ye Fan saw that under the white cloth were two picture frames that were placed on the back, Meng Pan was dragging the white cloth in his hand, the green tendons on the back of his hand were raised, and the white cloth was grabbed and deformed.

Suddenly, he let go of his hand, the white cloth fell, he squatted down with a slight trembling body, hugged the two frames, and then sat down with his back against the wall as if he had been stripped of his spirit.

As he turned around, the front of the two picture frames he held in his hands was also displayed in front of Ye Fan.

Those are two oil paintings, and the content of the paintings seems to be the same series as the two downstairs, but even she, a person who does not understand art, can see that they are two different painting styles, if there is no accident, it should be from the hands of two people.