Huang Xikong didn't know who this villa belonged to at first.

It was only after he sneaked in that he found out that the people living in this villa were familiar.

Thanks to his good habit of watching various sections of news and various programs every day, when he saw the oil paintings hanging on the wall of the living room on the first floor of the villa, he almost recognized it at a glance, that person was Ren Wenzhou, an actor who is very famous and popular in China.

Huang Xikong stared at the oil painting and was fascinated, thinking back and forth about all the memories of Xia Zhihuai during this time.

It is very certain that Xia Zhihuai does not know Ren Wenzhou.

He couldn't understand for a while why Ren Wenzhou was involved with the same ghost as Xia Zhihuai.

But once it comes, it is necessary to understand the cause and effect.

The little ghost was not on the first floor, Huang Xikong collected all the breath on his body and quietly went up to the second floor.

In the corridor on the second floor, you can hear the laughter of children and the jingling of bells.

The doors of several rooms on the second floor were opened and closed when no one entered or exited.

Huang Xikong looked at the little ghost crawling in the corridor, wearing a red belly pocket embroidered with a tiger, wearing a gold collar, and wearing a gold ring on his right ankle with two small bells hanging on it.

The little ghost's body is actually very small, but the yin qi on his body has been so thick that it slowly pours out of the entire building.

Huang Xikong stood around the corner, looking at the child tightly, but did not see Ren Wenzhou.

He observed for a while and noticed that the imp did not walk, but only crawled on the ground.

He guessed that he should still be able to float in mid-air.

Although the child was very small, his face was bruised and he had become very evil.

Huang Xikong walked slowly in front of him, picked him up from the ground, and looked at him seriously: "Gu Man Tong? ”

The little ghost suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth like a shark, and bit Huang Xikong's arm fiercely.

Huang Xikong narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched his head with one hand, and threatened unhurriedly: "Bite indiscriminately, pinch and explode your little head~"

This little ghost is far less cute and well-behaved than Wanwan, so he will not treat this kind of little ghost who has already killed people in the same way as Wanwan.

The little ghost bared his teeth and whined fiercely, but he couldn't bite him.

Huang Xikong let out the aura on his body for a moment, crushing the little ghost heavily.

The little ghost's all-black eyes suddenly closed, and then they formed a ball under him, not daring to be a demon again.

Huang Xikong picked him up from the ground, clamped the little ghost under his arm with one hand, and asked, "Which room are you in?" ”

The imp was silent, staring down at the floor dejectedly, not wanting to deal with him.

Huang Xikong looked down at the imp who was pretending to be dead, raised his hand and slapped him on the ass.

The imp burst into tears, dancing his limbs to escape from his grasp.

Huang Xikong bowed his head and said, "I'll give you another chance, where is the room?" ”

"Don't pretend you don't understand, you can listen to people's orders to kill, and you can't understand the same kind of words?"

The little ghost's cry became quieter, the ink was inked for a while, his head hung down, and the little fat hand pointed to the door of the second room on the left.

Huang Xikong walked to the door and raised his hand to knock on the door panel four times.

There was no sound in the house.

Huang Xikong did not break into the door directly.

Because the situation of this villa is strange in itself.

A Kuman Thong, whose hands were stained with blood, crawled around in the corridor on the second floor of the villa, but the people in the villa were still alive.

At least when he stood in the doorway, he could feel that the people in the house were alive.

"Who are you in the house?" Huang Xikong lowered his head and straightened the little ghost, allowing him to float in mid-air.

The little ghost group sat in the air, called "ahhhhh

Huang Xikong turned his head to look at the door panel: "He's your father?" ”

"What about your mother?"

The little ghost lowered his head and slowly pulled out a broken soul from his belly pocket.

Huang Xikong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Xiao Ting? ”