Mengluo and Xiaobai came to Yan Yangping's house and carefully observed around. The room was quiet, without any sound.

"Xiaobai, do you think there is something strange here?" Mengluo unconsciously put away his clothes, although the whole house was clean and bright, but he felt that something was missing.

Xiaobai didn't answer Mengluo, shook his body, and told Mengluo with practical actions: I have thick hair, you can hug me. In fact, it's just lazy, and it wants to make Monroe hold and don't want to walk by itself.

Mengluo naturally knew that Xiaobai wanted to be lazy, so he looked down at himself, "Who didn't say the same thing! I have hair!" put on an arrogant appearance, strode away with pretentious strides, and looked around for Yan Yangping.

Xiaobai had no choice but to run up and follow Mengluo.

"Oh, this lamp is so pretty. Monroe reached out to touch it, eager to take it home immediately.

"Oops, that couch looks so good to the eye, and that carpet ......"

Xiaobai had a headache when he heard this, and looked back at Mengluo with uncompetitive eyes, his expression was helpless, and he was speechless in his heart.

"Why are you so ignorant, you have lived for thousands of years, you have never seen anything good, but you are blinded by this vulgar thing. Hey, vulgar!"

Xiaobai hated iron and shook his head, the corners of Mengluo's mouth twitched, you just pretend, I see how long you can pretend, I don't believe you are not tempted!

The words fell for only a few seconds, and Xiao Bai's sharp eyes saw the steak on the table, and he pounced over regardless of the image, and took a big bite.

Mengluo learned Xiaobai's tone, and pretended to be coquettish and said, "Hey, vulgar!"

Before Xiaobai could refute anything, Meng Luo walked away, leaving behind a loud laugh of "hahahaha......". Xiaobai, slap your face!

Monroe pushed open the door of the study with pleasure and listened:

"Xiaobai"——

Meng Luo shouted, his eyes firmly fixed on Song Sen, who was killed by a shot in the chair, Yan Yangping to be precise.

The cry attracted Xiaobai, who opened his eyes wide and slapped a paw on Mengluo's face. Immediately, a clear cat's paw print appeared on Mengluo's face.

Mengluo looked at Xiaobai in a daze, "You actually beat me......!" You're going to beat me now, do you still have me in your heart......"

Xiaobai gave Mengluo a disdainful look speechlessly, and looked at Mengluo like a fool.

"Can you stop acting? One day you will add drama to yourself, like a fool. ”

"I'm not showing my amazement. Saying that, although Mengluo knew that it was unlikely that Yan Yangping was still alive, he still went up to probe his nose.

Sure enough, it's dead!

It was exactly the same as Song Sen's death, the bullet passed through his chest and he was killed instantly. The blood on his chest stained a large area, like a bewitching manzhu sawa flower, open on his chest.

"Although the Book of Books can protect the people who have been to the Tilting Dream Pavilion from the harm of foreign beasts, it cannot resist man-made harm. It seems that someone wanted them to die. ”

Xiao Bai said coldly, and a pair of eyes looked around the room.

"Then let me take a look at Yan Yangping's memory. ”

Monroku raised his hand, and the mid-air enchantment flashed red, and the book scripture slowly descended from the suspended enchantment to Monroku's hand.

The condensed spiritual power jumped into the scripture and emitted a dazzling light. Immediately, the memories of the seven days before Yan Yangping's death were displayed in the book one by one, projected in the air like a slide.

Nie Song, Zhang Peisheng turned against the water one by one, Yan Yangping trusted Nie Song, and the matter of plotting to kill Song Sen with Nie Song three times and twice surfaced. It's just that the person who instigated to make a deal with Yan Yangping never saw clearly, as if there was a fog covering it.

Moreover, there is no memory of Yan Yangping's death. All memories came to an abrupt end when Yan Yangping and Nie Song discussed hiring a killer.

"Song Sen's cause of death is there, but who is the person who made a deal with Yan Yangping? Yan Yangping's death should have nothing to do with him!"

This thing is faintly strange, and Mengluo can't figure it out for a while, just when Mengluo and Xiaobai are helpless.

On the other side, Song Sen's body disappeared, out of thin air without anyone knowing. It was as if the corpse had never been there, silently.

"Forget it, let's go back first. ”

There was no clue for a while, and Mengluo could only take Xiaobai back to Dumping Mengxuan first.

At this time, a dark and damp dilapidated basement, Song Sen was lying in it. A man in black was beside him, chanting incantations incantationally.

In a moment, Song Sen, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight. You can vaguely see the man in black with a weird smile on his face, looking at his work with satisfaction.

In the dark, there were still many people like Song Sen, sitting with empty eyes......

Back at the Dumping Dream Xuan, Meng Luo rushed into the room. Xiaobai thought that Mengluo was thinking about Yan Yangping, so he didn't bother her.

Until night fell, Xiaobai's stomach was so hungry that he had to go to Monro.

When I pushed the door, I found that Mengluo was chasing the Korean drama with potato chips, and he also let out a low laugh, and the flowers and branches of laughter trembled.

Consciousness Xiaobai's eyes were filled with anger, staring straight at Monro.

As soon as Monroe turned his head, his hand stuffing potato chips stopped in mid-air. After feeling Xiaobai's dangerous aura, Mengluo immediately looked at Xiaobai flatteringly and held the potato chips in his hand.

"Your Majesty, please. ”

Xiaobai snatched the potato chips from Monroe's hand, "I'm hungry." ”

When Monroe looked out the window, he realized that it was already dark. No wonder Xiaobai's eyes are terrible, and he wants to eat her.

"Shall we go out for dinner then?" asked Monroe tentatively, glancing at Xiaobai's face. At this time, you can't provoke a little ancestor.

Xiaobai ignored Mengluo and walked out on his own, and Mengluo hurriedly followed. Today, it's another day to break the bank!

Halfway through the two, a man suddenly appeared, staggering and falling in front of them. Monroe hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, "Are you okay?"

The man's eyes were flustered, and he kept looking behind him, and he didn't answer Monro, but just said vigorously, "There are ghosts in the back, they want to kill me......!

Monroe saw that this person kept muttering, obviously frightened and delirious, and before she could ask carefully, this person ran away in a panic.

Monroe looked in the direction he was pointing. Against the backdrop of the night, a group of dark shadows greeted them. Dressed in all kinds of torn clothes, his eyes were dull. There is no sound when he walks, his movements are stiff, and he pounces when he sees people.

"Oh yes, it's really a ghost!" Meng Luo saw Song Sen in the crowd at a glance, who had already died.

The bloodstains on his body are estimated to have died at their hands, and there are still people fleeing around.

Monroe rolled up his sleeves and got ready to do a big job!