Xing Jiang twisted his eyebrows fiercely, not believing that he would make a mistake in judgment, his gaze immediately fell on the large wardrobe placed next to the bed, and the most likely place to hide people in the entire bedroom was there.

Xing Jiang was ruthless this time, loaded the pistol, and suddenly opened the door of the large closet.

After the "hula" sound, there were only neatly arranged clothes in front of Xing Jiang.

"What a wicked sect!" When Xing Jiang was scolding in wonder, a biting wind suddenly came from the back of his neck, which made him involuntarily shake his spirit.

"What?" Xing Jiang raised his pistol and turned around in disbelief, but there was still nothing behind him.

"Damn, I don't believe it!" Xing Jiang angrily searched the entire master bedroom, but still found nothing.

He was now like a mad lion, rummaging through all the rooms frantically, but there was not a single ghost.

"I'm! What the hell is going on! Xing Jiang was so angry that he sat in the small hall on the second floor and almost threw his pistol out.

When he was puzzled and thought that he was delusional, he didn't know that there was a pair of eyes staring at him behind him.

Mo Xiaoya hovered behind him with her feet off the ground, pursing her lips in confusion.

"Why is it so cold? Is the air conditioner still on? Xing Jiang couldn't sit still, and decided to look for any missing corners again, and go to see the air conditioner by the way.

He went downstairs all the way, and Mo Xiaoya floated silently behind him all the way, following him to the first floor.

"It's strange, the air conditioner is not on, even the electricity is cut off, how can it be so cold here?" Xing Jiang's mind was full of question marks now, and he almost forgot what he was here for.

"Is there a basement here, where the thieves are hiding?"

Xing Jiang patted the door of his head and began to knock on the first floor to find the basement.

Seeing that he turned his back to the door, Mo Xiaoya breathed a sigh of relief, floated directly to the door, and walked out through the door.

"It's really troublesome, how could this guy Wang Hao put talisman paper on the windows of his house? I almost couldn't get in or out, and I was almost found by the police! ”

Mo Xiaoya muttered dissatisfiedly, if there was no rune paper at the gate, she really couldn't enter Wang Hao's house.

It was because of the rune paper on the other windows that she would be vaguely seen from the window and be regarded as a thief.

Fortunately, her trip was not in vain, and she still gained something.

She was glad she had come a step earlier, and she was glad that she had found something that the police wouldn't care about.

Mo Xiaoya was about to float to a secluded place and change back into human form, when a deafening gunshot suddenly sounded in Wang Hao's house!

"What's going on?" Mo Xiaoya looked at Wang Hao's house in confusion, and hurriedly floated to the gate again.

When she came, she was very sure that there was no one in Wang Hao's family, only herself.

Thinking of Xing Jiang's previous "life-saving grace" to herself, Mo Xiaoya couldn't sit idly by.

"Could it be that there was anything else in the house besides me?" Mo Xiaoya didn't dare to hesitate and immediately rushed in.

Xing Jiang was shooting at a blank wall with his gun, and when Mo Xiaoya came to him, he had just fired a second shot.

He was in a state of horror and seemed to have seen something very terrible.

"You're here!" Mo Xiaoya looked at Wang Hao's ghost suspended in mid-air in disbelief, and her eyes narrowed viciously.

"Who? Who's talking? Xing Jiang hurriedly turned around, but he didn't see anything.

He hadn't seen anything just now, but he clearly felt that someone was whispering in his ear.

It felt too real, he had never experienced it, and that's why he shot it.

And the reason why he fired the second shot was that he clearly felt a cold hand choking his neck, but he couldn't see anything!

"Are there really ghosts?"

Xing Jiang had never been so frightened, cold sweat dripped down his forehead and fell to the ground, his breath turned into a chill again, and the temperature in the room seemed to be lower than just now.

"Team Xing, Team Xing, was it the sound of gunfire just now? Need support? ”

Xing Jiang's walkie-talkie heard the eager cries of his colleagues.

Xing Jiang was still stubborn, "No, I can handle it!" “

"Is it a thief or a suspect?"

"Nothing!" After Xing Jiang gave a brief answer, several cracks suddenly appeared on the wall where he had shot him!

"Ahh

Xing Jiang instantly fell backwards.

He saw it this time!

Wang Hao's ghost was choked by Mo Xiaoya's neck, and she was violently pressed against the wall, and the crack was formed by the impact!

It may be that Mo Xiaoya used too much force and released a lot of ghost energy, so Wang Hao and herself showed their figures.

Wang Hao's ghost is what it looked like before he died, his shriveled and collapsed cheeks were hideous and terrifying, and his abdominal cavity was black and red that was torn open with his bare hands, and there was nothing.

Wang Hao's throat made a hoarse sound of "grunt", and he was powerless to fight back in the face of Mo Xiaoya's restraint.

"You, who are you, what are you?" Xing Jiang asked in a trembling voice.

Mo Xiaoya realized that she had used too much force, and hurriedly grabbed Wang Hao's ghost and galloped towards the door.

Xing Jiang hurriedly rubbed his eyes vigorously, "Ah, why is it gone?" Am I hallucinating? ”

But the cracks on the walls were still clearly visible, and Xing Jiang stared at those cracks for a long time......

Mo Xiaoya took Wang Hao under a shady willow tree and asked fiercely, "Say, why did you appear in your own house?" Who the hell is the person who killed you? ”