Minors are not allowed to enter

Chapter 12

"Uh——ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Cheng Cheng's eyes were almost completely black, he let out an inhuman roar, and his limbs were struggling wildly, trying to break free from the oppression of those blue flames.

"It seems that his resentment is not entirely due to him." Jing Xuan said, "Otherwise, what is there in your studio to irritate him?"

Xie Ran was even more puzzled than him, his brows were slightly frowned, and he didn't make a sound.

Jing Xuan: "Why don't I go and see if the situation in that community has changed."

Xie Ran still didn't speak.

Jing Xuan: "Xie Ran?"

Only then did Xie Ran tilt his head, and gave him a cold look: "Are you going to see it or not, why did you report to me?"

Jing Xuan: "..."

This little bird is really...

Jing Xuan took a deep breath, turned into a black mist and floated away.

Xie Ran still frowned, observing Cheng Cheng's appearance, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

……

On the other side, Mr. Cheng's bewitching whisper seemed to be getting angry. Gan Qiuli's eyes were distracted, and he opened the iron door of the house in a daze.

Mr. Cheng stepped in and said, "Well, if you ask me, you don't have to guard against me like an enemy..."

As he spoke, he looked around the room.

The fish tank in the living room was empty, without any fish or water, and it was covered with dust; the fabric sofa was old and yellowed, and the thread was broken in the corner, revealing the dirty sponge inside; As time disappears, a space is vacated...

Mr. Cheng pushed Cheng Cheng's room away, and glanced at the door, and saw that the windows inside were clean and clean, as if they had just been cleaned; textbooks were piled up on the bookshelves, chairs were packed in the table, bedding was neatly folded...everything was tidied up Yes, but less popularity.

Mr. Cheng frowned—could it be that Cheng Cheng really never came back?

"Tsk," he curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "then where can he go?"

"Yingyi..." Gan Qiuli said quietly, "What are you looking at?"

"Ah," Cheng Yingyi turned his head, smiled, helped Gan Qiuli to sit on the sofa, "I just came back to take a look. Qiuli, do you really know where my son has gone?"

"Son... son..." she murmured, frowning suddenly, her eyes filled with tears, and she cried with a "wow", "my son is dead, my son is dead!!!"

The woman's mournful cries made Cheng Yingyi's head ache. He frowned fiercely, then let go, forced a mild smile, and comforted her, saying, "Don't cry, how could it be? Said that the son is missing, right, do you know where he went?"

"No, no, my son is dead, my son is dead..." Gan Qiuli buried her hands in her palms and cried out in a muffled voice.

She was crying so sadly, but Cheng Yingyi was a little irritable. He scratched his head, took out his mobile phone and called his assistant: "Hello? She is incoherent and delirious, what should I do? I, I can't ask this." Here comes the result!"

The female assistant waiting in the car looked very impatient, but her tone was gentle and smiling: "Mr. Cheng, you forgot that our purpose is not to find out the whereabouts of your son, but to lure him to appear."

Cheng Yingyi was stunned for a moment: "...That's right, what you said makes sense."

These years, Cheng Cheng and Gan Qiuli depended on each other for life, so their relationship should be very deep.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yingyi became impatient and pretended to be false, and just sat on the side with a smirk and watched Gan Qiuli cry in a low voice.

The fresh blood sprinkled in the community gradually took effect, and the air in the house began to change.

The more Gan Qiuli cried, the weaker her voice became, and in the end, even her panting became intermittent.

In sharp contrast, Cheng Yingyi's radiant face turned redder, almost sickly.

His eyes light up—

"I, cough, cough, cough...Yingyi, I'm a little...cough, cough...uncomfortable..." Gan Qiuli breathed heavily and grabbed her throat.

"Sleep for a while when you feel uncomfortable." Cheng Yingyi said with a smile, "Yes, that's right, like this..."

His voice coincided with a certain rhythm, with a feeling of hypnosis. Gan Qiuli, who was delirious, only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and gradually closed his eyes.

She fell headlong on the arm of the sofa.

Only now did Cheng Yingyi show an impatient expression: "To be unconscious for so long is really wasting my time, fuck."

He glanced at his watch, the minute hand just passed "12", it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

After two o'clock, the scorching hot sun will gradually sound the golden breath, and the old people who go home at noon to escape the heat will go out one after another, dancing and playing chess in the community.

He had to leave as soon as possible before people came out, so as not to be seen.

Because this community was built too early, the residents didn't care too much, and no one has taken the lead in installing monitoring equipment until now, so as long as no one sees him, it is unlikely that anyone will associate him with strange things.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yingyi immediately got up, patted the crumpled sofa back to its original shape, and quickly left the cramped old small house that made him feel suffocated.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, there was a gust of wind blowing head-on.

"...Is the wind a little bit stronger?" Cheng Yingyi was a little puzzled, but hurried downstairs without delay.

The black mist invisible to ordinary people passed by him and met him face to face.

Jing Xuan froze for a moment, and immediately floated into the room.

The woman who fell powerlessly on the sofa appeared in front of his eyes.

Jing Xuan's hand was like lightning, and several bursts of Yin Qi shot out, building a barrier around Gan Qiuli to prevent the distorted air from continuing to invade her body.

Then he gave a "tsk".

If I knew it earlier, I would have brought Xie Ran out together. He is good at chasing people, so what should I do if I send them away for medical treatment?

He doesn't know anything about the current human society...

……

In the studio, Cheng Cheng's struggling movements became more and more violent, and several times he almost blew the flames away.Xie Ran had no choice but to add fire to his limbs.

In this way, he dared not walk away at all.

His fire has something to do with the Yin Qi he devoured. Since the dead man’s business in the studio has not been opened for a long time, Xie Ran lives by bathing in the natural Yin Qi in the world. In fact, he is exhausted. If it hadn't been for Qian Xuansai giving him a mouthful of yin energy, he might not be able to release the flames at this moment.

And Cheng Cheng inexplicably entered the state of resentment upper body - from Xie Ran's simple understanding, resentment is very domineering, as long as the resentment is strong enough, a ghost in the form of a new death soul can even fight a dead soul with a hundred years of cultivation .

Under the ebb and flow, it is possible that the flames cannot suppress Cheng Cheng.

Xie Ran frowned, but there was no better way for a while.

Just as he was thinking, a "dong dong dong" sound suddenly came from the studio, urgent and heavy, as if someone was knocking on the window.

Xie Ran pushed the door open doubtfully, and opened the curtain——

I saw a yellow-billed starling parked on the windowsill.

The starling shouted in a broken voice: "Little Queer, little Queer, something is wrong!"

Xie Ran: "..."

This accent, learned from a certain old ghost, right?