Here, legend has it that it is haunted.

And it's quite a stake.

Of course, Feng Xinglang didn't believe in ghosts and gods.

But when he stepped into this dark area, he inevitably felt a little uncomfortable.

This is not a purely European-style villa. Legend has it that it was once the hiding place of a high-ranking military officer of the National People's Palace. Later, it was bought by a Taiwanese businessman.

Why it was transferred to Cong Gang again, it is unknown.

Feng Xinglang always felt that this Cong Gang was like a ghost, and he had no fixed place! It's like a wandering ghost, erratic.

Therefore, when Ye Shinian told him that Cong Gang had disappeared and that there were no traces of a fight in the ward, he thought of this.

This is the third time Feng Xinglang has been here.

When I came during the day, I only felt that it was desolate. There is not a trace of human life!

But come this night...... I felt a chill on my back!

With a 'click', Feng Xinglang stepped on the dead branch.

In this quiet and eerie night, it sounds particularly harsh.

In late autumn, the fallen leaves are even better. In addition, no one has cleaned it for a long time, and the cobblestone path more than 20 meters away from the entrance of the villa is full of dead branches and leaves.

If he hadn't seen Cong Gang during the day, Feng Xinglang really thought that he was a ghost clan living outside the human marginal environment.

I even live in a place where this kind of bird doesn't! If you don't go to the village in front of you, you can't go to the store in the back, and no one will know if you die here.

'Click' triple beat.

Feng Xinglang just raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the flash, his face was angry. The three-sided shot must have been informing the people in the villa that someone had infiltrated his territory.

The villa is almost completely covered with wooden vines, and the villa at this moment has no light and looks like an abandoned building that has been uninhabited for many years.

Is it necessary to make it so terrifying? If you don't live in a good urban villa, what kind of master do you want to be here?

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, stepping on the dead branches and leaves and approaching the entrance of the villa.

Just as he was about to raise his hand and knock on the door, there was a 'click', but the door opened automatically.

Fortunately, it is a fierce and fierce person like Feng Xinglang who does not believe in ghosts and gods, if he is timid, he will probably run away.

It was pitch black in the living room of the villa!

Fortunately, it was not the smell of corpses after the corrosion of corpses.

It's a refreshing taste of Chinese herbs! It's not pungent!

As he took a step closer to the inside, there was a sound of a door locking behind him. It's chilling.

"Cong Gang, are you dead? If you don't die, turn on the light for me! ”

Feng Xinglang really didn't get used to this dark and weird atmosphere. He still likes to live in the sun!

Although his heart has become gloomy because of the murder of his eldest brother Feng Lixin.

The lights in the living room are on. Not the dazzling light, but the leisurely, cold light with a bit of a bleak color.

Smelling the smell of Chinese herbs, Feng Xinglang walked towards the gym in the middle. He'd been here before, and though he wasn't very familiar with it, he wasn't completely ignorant.

The closer you get to the gym, the stronger the smell of Chinese herbs becomes, and it seems to be mixed with the heat of fumigation.

Feng Xinglang can be sure that Cong Gang must be in the gym.

Cong Gang is the name Feng Xinglang gave him later. He also reapplied for Hong Kong citizenship. As for what Cong Gang was before and who he was, Feng Xinglang didn't know very well!

Cong Gang's past, Feng Xinglang didn't care! He only cared about Cong Gang's whereabouts after following him.

In the gym, in addition to some equipment, there is also a circular bath. Half on the ground, half sunk into the basement.

It should be a medicinal bath. There is a strong smell of Chinese herbs inside. There are also wisps of fumigation heat.

Feng Xinglang stepped up the steps, staring at the brown water that was as flat as a mirror.

The water is dark, and you can't see what is going on underwater. But Feng Xinglang knew that in order to keep the water level as flat as a mirror, at least the people under the water had held their breath for three or four minutes before the water surface could calm down.

Ordinary people holding their breath underwater for three to four minutes are already considered well-trained; Cong Gang, on the other hand, is a patient who has just recovered from a serious injury.

Feng Xinglang just stood quietly by the Chinese herbal medicine pool, squinting slightly and staring at the underwater movement, very patient.

After another two or three minutes, there was movement underwater, and a sturdy body leaped out of the water.

A resolute face surfaced. It's Cong Gang!

Grabbing a towel from the edge of the pool, Cong Gang wiped away the remaining Chinese herbs on his face.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, why did you run out of the hospital? No one will know if they die here and become a dried corpse! ”

Seeing that Cong Gang had no intention of coming out of the Chinese herbal medicine pool, Feng Xinglang sat on the edge of the bath for a while.

Knowing that the next topic would not be too short, Feng Xinglang lit a cigarette and swallowed unhurriedly. The handsome face behind the smoke has an unclear melancholy meaning.

"You already know the identity of the big fish, why didn't you tell me?"

It turned out that Feng Xinglang came to coerce tonight. There was no sign of a fight in the hospital room, and the cong must have escaped by himself.

Since he can run on his own, his injuries should be under control to a certain extent.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang, who was a little irritable while waiting, took the initiative to come here and coerce Cong Gang to get the result.

"I don't know!"

Cong Gang responded faintly. It's crisp and doesn't drag mud and water.

Feng Xinglang's handsome face was slowly distorting, and he took a deep breath of smoke, letting the spicy smoke spread in his lungs and respiratory tract before slowly spitting out.

He turned sideways, staring at Cong Gang's resolute and angular face, and whispered word by word.

"I didn't hear clearly, you say it again!"

This kind of intimidation method has always been effective when used to deal with Ye Shinian. It can be used to deal with the stubborn Cong Gang, which seems to be a little thinner.

Cong Gang didn't say 'obediently', but covered his face with a towel, not wanting to say more to Feng Xinglang.

The injuries on Cong Gang's body did not heal. He is nothing more than a carbohydrate man, not an all-powerful god or an immortal ghost.

Cong Gang's silence made the anger accumulated in Feng Xinglang's heart bigger and bigger. It's not that he can't stand Cong Gang's neglect, but he really can't wait to avenge his eldest brother Feng Lixin.

Between the knuckle fingers, a wisp of smoke lingered around the lit smoke, blowing on Feng Xinglang's handsome face, which was even more hazy.

Slowly, Feng Xinglang snuffed off the cigarette between his fingers, and then accumulated the strength to attack on his strong arm.

Feng Xinglang has practiced martial arts, which can be called a professional level. But in front of Cong Gang, an extremely evil person who uses martial arts as a profession as a means of making a living, it seems to be gloomy.

"Don't try...... You can't beat me! ”

Cong Gang's words were like a basin of cold water splashed over.

Genius to remember the address of this site in a second:. Reading URL: