"Everything you see is nothing, and everything you have will leave you. ”

Song Yu was shocked in his heart, but the expression on his face remained unchanged, the short stick in his right hand moved behind him, and his left hand slowly moved to the position of the belt, this house was full of strangeness, and he had already begun to regret taking Qiao Shiyu's matter of adding money. After waiting for a moment with his back to Xiaolou, there was silence outside, as if the black shadow and words just now were just Song Yu's hallucinations in a trance. Song Yu shook his head, thinking in his heart that this hundred-year-old mansion really couldn't be explored, so he could only care about what was in the house, quickly find Du Zhiyuan to take a few photos and send them to Qiao Shiyu, and then leave the house quickly.

Thinking of this, Song Yu made a plan in his heart, and he was not ready to continue to fight with the air, so he turned around and prepared to explore the small building.

This small building should be the Du family library building, from the outside there are only three small spaces, go up the steps into the room to see the inside of its own good; all the doors in the small building are open, the furnishings are unobstructed; there are stools and a round table in the central living room, the left side hall is placed with sundries and the stairs up the stairs, the right side hall is a lounge, there are soft couches and bookshelves in the inside; the back hall is dazzling to see the rows of bookshelves.

Song Yu thought in his heart, 'It is worthy of a century-old wealthy family, and the books in the house are not all ancient books and rare books collected over the years. If you really lack money that day, it should be good to come and scavenge a little bit and sell it. ’

On the round table in the middle hall was a half-spread ancient rare book, Song Yu cautiously flipped the book to the cover with a short stick and took a look, the cover was drawn with an incomprehensible thing similar to a Western law array, but the title on it was indeed written in Chinese characters, writing the four big characters of "Song Secret Dictionary". Song Yu smiled slightly: "There is actually a family that studies Western black magic. After taking a look, Song Yu closed the book, now in the twenty-first century, how can anyone still believe in such a thing as black magic, this Du Zhiyuan will not be the god who studies black magic research now. After taking a photo and sending it to Qiao Shiyu, Song Yu walked to the back hall, turned around and found that the bookshelves in the back hall were close to the wall, and he didn't find any secret doors after knocking on it.

There was nothing to find in the hall on the right, Song Yu could only walk to the left hall to prepare to go upstairs to have a look, although the century-old building was often maintained, there was still a creaking sound coming from the stairs when stepping on it, which was particularly loud in the quiet of the night.

The furnishings on the second floor are much simpler than the first floor, there is only a simple hall after going upstairs, full of bookshelves, the bookshelves are full of books, Song Yu looks at the rows of bookshelves, not only the collection of solitary books, rare books, and even some modern books, there is no dust on the ground on the books, it can be seen that this small building has always been taken care of. After a while, the second floor was finished by Song Yu, and there was still no trace of Du Zhiyuan. Song Yu walked to the window to look at the lights in the front yard, thinking that he could only go to the front yard to have a second look.

Thinking of this, Song Yu turned around and was about to go downstairs, but when he turned around, he saw a pair of eyes staring coldly at him under the eaves of the hut closest to this small building. Song Yu turned around and jumped from the second floor with both hands on the edge of the window, and the eyes that stared at Song Yu turned around and ran away like a thief, Song Yu jumped down from the second floor and rolled on the spot like the owner of this house catching a thief.

The person in front of him was dressed in black and was even more hidden under the cover of the night, and he was very familiar with this building, so he threw Song Yu away after three turns. Song Yu walked into the building complex in the backyard, there was silence and darkness all around, and the only light source was the short stick flashlight that had just been turned on in his hand. While walking slowly, he walked: "Du Zhiyuan, don't go home in the middle of the night, let your wife stay alone in the empty room, aren't you afraid that the old king next door will take advantage of the situation?" But there was still silence around, and no one answered.

Song Yu continued to say nonsense: "Could it be that the old king next door has already taken advantage of the situation, and although you have a lot of property, you can't do anything, so you can only hide here and study the black magic manual left by my own family, and want to use evil magic to do something." ”

I have to say that Song Yu seems to have reached a peak level in terms of provoking others, as if his innate talent and unremitting practice have reached the pinnacle. After saying this, a cold snort came from a room not far behind him. Song Yu turned around and glanced at the voice, as if it was coming from a house. Song Yu continued as he approached: "I won't really be right when I say it casually! You won't really be that miserable! No, no, no." Could it be that the most powerful young man in X City is actually a garlic king. ”

The moment he finished speaking, Song Yu slammed open the door where the sound came from, and the short stick flashlight in his left hand shook the room in a mess, Song Yu's excellent dynamic vision saw the furnishings in the room in the high-speed shaking light, but he did not find the owner of the voice, and suddenly a black shadow burst out behind the door on the left, and a stick broke the window and pulled it to Song Yu's face, but Song Yu turned sideways and let the stick go as if he had been prepared, and the right hand on the waist pulled out a soft stick from the waist and pumped it on the waist of the black shadow, and then shook his left hand, holding a short stick in each hand, and a set of chaotic cloak sticks were skillfully pumped on the black shadow。

As he smoked, he muttered the words: "Pretend to be a ghost, staring at me under the eaves and scare me, don't go home, study black magic." I'll let you study, I'll scary you, I'll let you pretend to be a ghost. ”

The stick in Song Yu's hand was specially made of new alloy by him, although it looked soft and weak, but it was a first-class pain when it was pumped on people, which has been fed back to many people. But when he was pumping on the black shadow in front of him, he didn't see the black shadow screaming, and he only heard a roar, as if the black shadow in front of him was dumb.

Song Yu was tired after playing for a while, so he stopped. With a press of the short stick in his left hand, the light shone out again, and with his right hand, he put the soft stick on the table, took out his mobile phone and was about to take a picture of Qiao Shiyu to complete the task. He flipped the face of the dark shadow in front of him with his foot, and the flashlight was lit to take a picture. But just when he shone the light on the black shadow's face, he saw a face full of scars, not the face of Du Zhiyuan, whom he had been monitoring for the past few days; Song Yu was stunned in his heart, thinking that he had hit the wrong person, and he just wanted to curse a bad word, when suddenly the back of his head was hit hard. Then Song Yu fell down crookedly, and the last thing he thought in his mind before he fell into a coma was: "It turned out that I was not wrong, Du Zhiyuan, who was killed by God, actually had a helper, and he scolded so hard just now, and now he will be severely punished." ”