Pushing the door in, a yin wind blew, blowing her hair backwards, and her eyes narrowed subconsciously.

The yin wind blew by, but the cold feeling could not be dissipated, hovering on Meng Xin's body. "What the hell is it?"

Meng Xin frowned, no longer hesitated, and stepped in. For Zhen Jingwen, even if there is only the slightest possibility, he must search here, no matter what moths are here.

"But it's cold. Meng Xin shrunk his shoulders. With his physique, the ordinary cold can't invade his body at all, and he doesn't feel anything, even the low temperature in the Antarctic and the North Pole is just the level of a summer fan for him.

But the temperature in this room actually made him feel cold for a long time?

"No, that's not right!" Meng Xin said to himself, "this is a coldness, a coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow, a coldness that penetrates into the soul. A...... It's cold like this when you're a ghost. ”

Looking at the dark room, Meng Xin smiled coldly. "Pretending to be a ghost, thinking I'm going to be scared?"

Bang!

The door behind him suddenly closed, and Meng Xin's sneer deepened. He didn't think Zhen Jingwen would be here, and he didn't want to believe that she was here. This house obviously has some kind of strange power, if she is really here, it will definitely be more than lucky.

So she must not be there!

Certain!

"However, it seems that it is not easy to get out, right?" The true aura condensed, and Meng Xin returned his hand and smashed the wooden door with a punch, but there was a dull hard touch of pounding metal from his arm.

"That's the case......" Meng Xin continued to sneer, "Come out if you want to do anything, don't hide your head and show your tail, I don't have the heart to play with you!"

Meng Xin snorted coldly, and his eyes condensed with true aura searched the empty wooden house. The living room is huge, everything is woodwork, even the specimen of the wolf's head on the wall is carved from wood, which feels very weird. But it's nothing compared to the house itself.

How could a house that could shield his true aura perception be simple?

But if you want to scare him with a haunted house, it's too much to underestimate him, right?

The corners of Meng Xin's mouth curled up with a sinister smile. His current emotions need to be vented very much, and the guy in this room who is pretending to be a ghost is right in his arms. As long as it dares to come out, Meng Salary promises not to kill it, but to imprison it, and rub it if it is unhappy.

However, the true aura is still limited, and Meng Xin can clearly perceive everything within one meter of his body, but he also stops there, unable to save. Within a meter of the surroundings, an indescribable strange force was circling, swimming in the cold air. It's not aura, it's another kind of energy, and Meng Xin found that it was difficult for him to absorb this energy, and San Dantian seemed to be very disdainful of this energy, or maybe disgusted, which also led to Meng Xin's now, there is a mountain of gold but no ore pickaxe.

After wandering around the living room, Meng Xin didn't find anything useful. Reiki Awakening has also lost its effect here, and it is completely unusable, as if everything here is a super inert gas.

Still, Meng Xin picked up a fireplace rod - the wooden stick in his hand, and walked to the bedroom closest to the door.

"Crunch~" The piercing sound of the door shaft turning is extremely infiltrating in the darkness that is enough to devour people, and it is also bold, and I am afraid that I will be scared to pee at this moment if I change my timidity.

The bedroom was spacious, half the size of the living room, and the room was still all wood, and the layout looked like a girl's quarter. On the floor, a wooden doll lay silently, its head facing Meng Xin, and a pair of cartoonish eyes coincidentally staring at him.

Meng Xin took a step to the left and found that the eye also turned to the right, and the result was the same.

"Such a low-level method, don't take it out again to embarrass people, okay?

Meng Xin shook his head, expressing his helplessness at the "things" in this room. It's all like this, but it just doesn't come out, and he can't help it. I searched the room, but there was no thing, no notes, no writing or anything like that, just the weird wooden doll on the ground.

Looking at the doll as if you came and picked me up, Meng Xin decided to fulfill it, hurry up and get rid of the guy behind the scenes, it would be better to get a glimpse of the truth of this pure white world.

Walking forward, Meng Xin picked up the doll without hesitation, but the moment he made contact, his blood was cold, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Damn it......" Meng Xin scolded secretly, almost not letting go of his hand, but his strong will allowed him to hold on to the Lord and not let go.

The cold breath kept coming from the doll, and Meng Xin felt a little stiff in his entire arm, and a thin layer of ice appeared visibly on his clothes.

The salary was shocking.

The arm protected by the true aura was completely unable to stop the invasion of that ghostly thing?

At this moment, I was a little intimidated when I entered the house and felt the weirdness in the house and was still full of confidence. The situation is a bit more than expected.

I thought that there was really something ghostly, and the true aura could protect itself even if it couldn't be bombarded, and it could also allow him to rush out of this weird place at a critical moment, but now it seems that he thinks a little beautifully.

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Embarrassed.

It's not that Meng Xin is holding the doll now, and it's not letting go of it. Because his hands were already glued to that thing. The true aura had no effect of dispelling it at all, but fortunately, the doll didn't look malicious, didn't suck him dry, and didn't create an illusion for him.

This is also the only thing that Meng Xin is fortunate about - his true aura can still protect his self-consciousness from the outside world.

The doll's eyes were still staring at Meng Xin, who shrugged his shoulders and walked outside the house.

Now he doesn't seem to have any other choice but to continue exploring, doesn't he?

Walking out of the room, Meng Xin walked to the second room. It's a study, no, it's a utility room.

It feels a little strange to be paid.

I have the impression that the attic of a foreigner is the place where the debris is placed most frequently. But when you think of the weirdness of the pure white world, this unusual place doesn't seem to be unusual.

In the utility room, about half of it is books, bundles of books, wooden books, I don't know how to read it. The rest is really clutter, there are wooden toys, wooden cribs, wooden strollers, and you can't see anything other than wood anyway. Meng Xin casually flipped through it, but didn't see anything of value.

Well, Meng Xin said that he forgot, and the valuable things are useless, because the aura awakening has no effect.

The wooden iron rod flew in his hand, and one by one the items were picked and picked apart, and suddenly, Meng Xin saw a non-wooden thing!