The villa seemed very deserted, and although the lights were on outside, it still couldn't dispel the cold.

A few cars were parked in the front yard without a hint of excitement.

Coming in through the doorway, the crowd did not see a single living person.

There was something dark inside the villa, as if no one was there.

Everyone got out of the car one after another, looked at the super-large villa in front of them, and was speechless for a while.

Such a powerful ghost aura can naturally be felt by everyone present.

Everything is illustrating a result, and the guy in it is very unusual.

Wei Jingyi said to them: "Everyone, my father should be resting at this time, so we can only bring some people in, please solve it quickly, and the others will take the trouble to watch outside, if there is any problem, please leave it to you."

What's the problem?

Wei Jingyi's words were indistinct, he felt like he knew something, but he didn't explain it to everyone, and he was ambiguous.

Among some of the people Wei Jingyi said, Rong Xiaochuan and Ma Junwei were not among them, and he brought Li Anyang in.

Wei Jingli and Wei Jingxiao also each brought a team, a total of eight people into the villa.

The three of them seem to have some agreement, and no one takes advantage of anyone.

There were still three teams left, each with two groups of people.

Coincidentally, the few people who stayed behind were relatively young.

In Wei Jingxiao's team, there are a man and a woman who stay, the relationship between the two is relatively intimate, they should be husband and wife, the man is in his early thirties, and the woman feels younger.

There were four people left on Wei Jingli's side, and they were also from a team, the eldest one was only thirty years old, and he was also a leader, and the other three were faintly led by him.

"Everyone, the host's family must have a purpose in leaving us outside, it is better to choose a direction, if there is a situation, you can stop it in time," the man in the couple said towards Rong Xiaochuan and the other team.

Of course Rong Xiaochuan has no opinion, he is actually here to make soy sauce tonight, Li Anyang said that there are masters in charge, so he won't go blindly to participate, if there is really that blind person running in front of him, just accept it.

"Then I'll go to the back", Rong Xiaochuan glanced at the back of the villa, where there was faint smoke.

"Then let's stay in front, and leave the left and right sides to a few friends," the man said to the group of four.

Rong Xiaochuan didn't care how they were divided, and took Ma Junwei and walked to the back of the villa.

Bypassing the villa, Ma Junwei looked around and asked in a low voice, "Boss, it seems that there is no light on in the back, it's gloomy."

Rong Xiaochuan smiled: "Isn't it gloomy when you turn on the lights?" How cold it is standing in front, I'll take you to the back to bake the fire".

"Roasting fire?" Ma Junwei was stunned for a moment.

The villa was very large, and there were planted flowers and plants everywhere, and the two of them followed some paths around the villa and came to the back.

There were no lights on in the huge backyard, but a fire was burning, emitting a flash of fire, and a few smoke rose above the villa.

In the backyard, a thin figure was squatting on the ground, and in front of her was a brazier, which was unhurriedly putting paper into the brazier.

The flames seem to stay that way through, neither big nor small.

A breeze blew, bringing up countless sparks, and as the flames flickered, a grimace seemed to be struggling in the fire.

"Boss", Ma Junwei also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and reminded softly, standing slightly in front of Rong Xiaochuan with a sword in both hands.

Rong Xiaochuan walked over to that side.

I got closer and saw it more clearly.

At the top of the fiery red flame was a dark blue flame, faint, as if attached to the flame below.

This flame?

The thin figure was an old man, who looked to be seventy or eighty, with sparse white hair and fluffy dispersion, wearing a poorly fitting nightgown, with two exposed arms that were dry as wood, bulging cheeks, and sunken eyes.

Rong Xiaochuan stepped forward slowly, the fire in the brazier was not small, but he didn't feel the slightest warmth.

When they had already walked in front of them, the old man did not raise his head to look at them, but silently burned the paper.

The two glanced at each other, and Rong Xiaochuan slowly squatted down, trying to meet the old man's eyes.

The old man suddenly raised his head.

Almost white eyes stared at Rong Xiaochuan.

Heh, Rong Xiaochuan's eyelids trembled unconsciously, such scary eyes, this old man is afraid that his life will be short, and his whole body can hardly see his life.

"Why is Grandma burning paper here alone?" Rong Xiaochuan asked.

The old man buried his head again and burned the paper.

Rong Xiaochuan thought she couldn't hear it, so he leaned closer and asked.

Just when she thought that the old man was deaf, the other party suddenly spoke.

"Let's go, the people here are dead."

Ma Junwei looked around a little nervously when he heard this, they are all dead? Aren't those people alive just now?

Rong Xiaochuan's face also changed slightly, and asked, "What does grandma mean, why do you say that they are all dead."

The old man burned the paper and said slowly: "The living are actually dead, but the dead want to live."

Rong Xiaochuan frowned, the latter sentence is easy to understand, it should be said that Wei Jingyi's father is unwilling to die and still wants to live, but what does the previous sentence mean?

How many brothers and sisters of the Wei family are the living people talking about? Or is it herself?

He had just walked around casually, but now he suddenly became a little curious.

This Wei family villa does seem to be a little different.

Because from today in the hotel to now, Rong Xiaochuan feels that this matter is a little strange, but it has nothing to do with him, he doesn't want to do much, as long as he takes the money and leaves when the time comes.

But now he suddenly had a hint of interest, and he was curious about what was going on in the Wei family.

Rong Xiaochuan asked, "Is grandma from the Wei family?" ”

Rong Xiaochuan looked at the other party like this, and said that Wei Jingyi's mother was a little too old, shouldn't rich people pay attention to maintenance, if it was a grandmother, Wei Jingyi was in her forties, and her grandmother must be at least eighty years old.

The old man shook his head slowly, but did not speak.

Servant?

How dare a maid light a fire in the backyard alone?

Rong Xiaochuan still didn't give up, this old man felt like he had seen through everything, but he just didn't want to say it.

He tentatively picked up a stack of papers, then tore open a few and put them in.

The old man glanced at him, remained silent, just stared at the flames, and did not continue to put the paper in.

Rong Xiaochuan breathed a sigh of relief and began to slowly put the paper into the brazier.

"Grandma, who is this burning for?" Rong Xiaochuan asked.

The old man said in a hoarse voice: "Anyone can do it, it's better to let them grab it, grab a head and break the bloodstream."

"Who are they?"

"Those devils hidden in the shadows, they bully us and want to dominate everything, I can't give them to them, but I can't bear it."

The old man was suddenly a little excited, holding his head faintly with his hands, and the expression on his face was a little painful.

Rong Xiaochuan put down the paper and tried to calm the old man down.

The old man suddenly stared at him with wide eyes, stretched out his hand and pointed at him tremblingly, and said, "They are coming, they are all coming."