Soon after Tang Ning left, Luo Yifei, who had fainted on the ground, woke up leisurely. I sat up and covered my forehead with my back against the wall and woke up for a while, thinking that I was actually scared by a ghost and fainted, I suddenly felt hot and embarrassed, so embarrassed.

At this time, he found that Tang Ning was gone, his face changed on the spot, and he got up in a panic to look everywhere, shouting Tang Ning's name loudly. The building was empty, quiet and palpitating, antique but lifeless.

Luo Yifei, who was crazy, had red eyes and was almost hoarse, running upstairs and downstairs, searching all the places he could find, and finding no traces. Finally, where he passed out, he saw a shoe, left by Downing.

Holding the shoe in his hand, Luo Yifei turned pale, looked sluggish, made a grunt, and knelt on the ground in despair.

It's over, Downing has been eaten by a ghost! Except for a shoe, there is not even a bone residue left.

He would never have imagined that the shoe was Downing's good, but not a relic left after death. But Tang Ning was pressed against the wall by others in order to avoid the female ghost's aggression, and kicked back and forth with both feet, but he still didn't dodge, but knocked off one of his shoes. And when he finally left with the female ghost in white, he also found that he was walking barefoot.

Whether Luo Yifei accepts the result of Tang Ning being eaten by a ghost or not, this is already the case. He couldn't do much.

Now it's just full of regret and shouldn't have come. When I first knew about the owl villa, I should have stopped it. Luo Tingting couldn't straighten her waist when she knew that it was the owl villa assigned to Tang Ning at that time, because in her eyes, Tang Ning must be as curious as other children, and then she would be frightened by the haunted house and the wolf bèi fled. She couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Tang Ning, who could tie with Mu Xiaodie, who was so frightened by the haunted house. She didn't think her brother would be foolish enough to follow Tangning to explore the Owl Villa. Because after all, this is a place where even grandmaster-level powers were scared away back then. As long as you are mentally normal, you must go as far as you want to hide.

The Owl Villa is a forbidden place on the island. A forbidden place with no danger signs and no prohibitions outside! A place that has been well known to the whole island for many years, but no one dares to approach it.

It's just that she didn't expect that when two equally outstanding men are together, they will be dissatisfied with each other while they sympathize with each other.

If he was alone, Downing himself would come, because after all, this was the place assigned to him, and he would have to eat and live here for the next two years. He didn't have a choice.

If Luo Yifei is allowed to come by himself, he will consider it. With safety first, he will consider whether this crazy behavior is worth it.

There is a way that there is no wind and no waves, and the legend of the haunted house has been passed down on the island for so many years, it is not unreasonable. Even if he wanted to find out if there were any ghosts here or uncover the secrets here, he would have to wait until he was stronger, not now.

But Tang Ning is here, and this guy looks like a stunned species, he is not afraid of being afraid of the hair, then he can't admit it, this is a man's face, and he can't lose face.

As a result, Luo Tingting miscalculated. Luo Yifei was stunned. His face was pale and haggard. Standing on the gravel road with a shoe, he looked back at the small two-story building. In the cracks of the green vines that covered the entire small building, there were sporadic lights exposed, and the lights in the building were all on, although the outside was shrouded in vines, the little lights that could be emanated from the cracks were like stars, and they were extremely eye-catching in the night. Seeing this scene at night should have been beautiful, quiet and peaceful. But at this moment, falling in Luo Yifei's eyes made him unspeakably shocked. The light, like the eyes of countless ghosts, was looking at him greedily and proudly. Licking his lips and baring his fangs, he hoped that he would go back and fill the remaining half of his belly. The eyes are getting bigger and bigger, the bloody mouth is opening wider and wider, and the blood-red tongue that hangs down is fishy. There seemed to be a white-clothed and long-haired female ghost in front of him, pounced on him with her teeth and claws.

Luo Yifei howled and ran wildly, he was scared, and he was blaming himself, the two of them came together, but now they only went back to one, how could he explain to Tang Ning's two friends? And he couldn't explain to himself! But he didn't want to be eaten by ghosts.

Running and shouting: "You wait, I will take revenge, I swear, I will take revenge"

The boy's voice resounded through the night sky, and the boy's oath echoed

Tang Ning followed the female ghost in white all the way. The difference between the front and back is three or five steps.

The female ghost in white was slim and curvaceous, and her long hair hung down to her waist, swaying slightly with her steps.

Tang Ning found that as long as they are in good shape, whether they are humans or ghosts, it is a pleasure to see them walking from behind, because they are beautiful and charming. Especially when they are wearing skirts, when Yingying's small waist and hips twist slightly with the rhythmic pace, the soft lines and swinging curves can simply tempt the man to a mess. The white calves under the skirt raised this temptation to the point of boiling beast blood.

It is no wonder that many bad middle-aged uncles in society like student girls, because sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls have the most beautiful and soft waists, and the whitest and most tender calves.

Tang Ning's eyes have been lingering on the lower body of the other party's waist, hips and calves, not that he is lustful, and his heart is unhealthy. It's that he is asking himself, is this ice-like girl a ghost?

It's like if you want to break the game, you have to determine whether it's a game or not. There is a game to break. If there is no game, it will be broken, and it will not be broken.

He had to determine whether the girl in front of him was a ghost or not, and then he could determine some other things.

First of all, emotionally, he has denied that this girl has anything to do with ghosts. The other party saved him, although I don't know what kind of magical method was used, but it did save him. He now feels more energetic than normal. And before tonight, there had never been so much energy as it was now. Demons have always harmed people, and they have not saved people.

Secondly, intellectually, the other party's breathing has a temperature, although the appearance is cold, but the moment the mouth is mouth-to-mouth, he feels very clearly, the lips are cold and lubricated like a lychee that has been peeled off, the mouth is sweet, and the small tongue is warm, it is not the tongue of a ghost. And the tongue of the ghost thing will not be so good. It was not a kiss that impressed him and was hard to forget.

Emotions and reason are combined, and he has no reason to think that the other party is a ghost. But it takes evidence, direct evidence. It's not analyzed evidence, it's tangible evidence.

What he saw was the other person's back, long black hair hanging down from the waist up. The upper half of the body is completely obscured by the hair, and nothing can be seen except for the two shoulders that are exposed. You can only see it from the waist down, which is also the place where the girl's body looks the most attractive to men from the back.

The more he looked, the more urgent Tang Ning's heart became, eager to know the answer.

The female ghost in white, oh, it's better to call her the girl in white.

After the girl in white came down from the upstairs with him, she didn't speak again.

He walked through the places he had inspected many times, and walked down the hallway into another study next to the kitchen at the end.

Unlike the study upstairs, there were no books, not a single book. The pale yellow old wooden shelves are lined with fine porcelain of various shapes. Milky white, earthy yellow, light green, pure green, tall, short, fat, thin, almost all of what color and shape.

Downing has no knowledge of identifying antique porcelain, but it is estimated that all the items placed here should be genuine. Because from the outside, the lustrous enamel and the delicate patterns on most of the porcelain here are similar to those of the treasures he brought out of the ancient tombs. If all of this in the house were genuine, the price would be incalculable, as there were hundreds of pieces of porcelain in total.

The girl in white stopped in front of the row of wooden shelves on the left wall where porcelain was placed, held a pot-bellied blue and white porcelain vase in both hands, twisted it vigorously, and then stepped back, listening to the dull sound of the heavy wooden shelves full of porcelain, and then the wooden frame opened a crack from top to bottom, and slowly opened like a door.

Behind the open wooden shelves is a single door in pitch black. The gold doorknob, with an orchid-like relief pattern on the door panel, Downing noticed that the black color on this door should not be the black paint that was painted, but the color of the wood itself.

He knew that there was a natural black wood in Africa, and that local craftsmen often used it to carve works of art with their own national characteristics. Not only in China, but also in many countries around the world, artists like to collect African black wood art, and it is very valuable.

I don't know if the door panel material of this door is black wood, if it is, then the artistic taste of the person who made the door with black wood is absolutely flattering, it is too strange.

The girl in white pulled the golden doorknob and pushed the door open, and a terrifying cold suddenly surged out of the door.

Feeling the cold air blowing on his face, Tang Ning clasped his hands on his arms, couldn't help but snort, and asked cautiously, "What is this place?"

just subconsciously asked, I didn't expect the girl in white to answer. But the other party looked back at him and said one word, "Home." ”

"Home, you said that is your home?" Tang Ning glanced inside, it was dark and cold like an ice cellar.

"Well, home, mine. The girl in white patted her chest and motioned for Tang Ning to follow her in.

Because downstairs, cultivation will be suppressed, and spiritual power will be imprisoned. Downing couldn't see anything clearly, so he could only follow by feeling. Feeling sue sù him, which is the steps that extend downward. With his arms outstretched, his hands could touch the cold, biting walls on either side. The road is not wide, but I don't know where this downward staircase leads.

The further down he went, the heavier the chill became, and Rao was a little unbearable with his body that Tang Ning had practiced and tempered for many years.