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Chapter 227 Beat Lesson
Huang Xikong didn't know who this villa belonged to at first.

It was only after he sneaked in that he realized that the people living in this villa looked familiar.

Thanks to his good habit of watching various news sections and various programs every day, when he saw the oil painting of a figure hanging on the wall of the living room on the first floor of the villa, he recognized it almost at a glance. And the popular actor Ren Wenzhou.

Huang Xikong stared at the oil painting in a daze, recalling all the memories of Xia Zhihuai during this period.

It was certain that Xia Zhihuai did not know Ren Wenzhou.

For a moment, he also couldn't understand why Ren Wenzhou was related to the same ghost as Xia Zhihuai.

But since it has come, it is necessary to figure out the cause and effect.

The little ghost was not on the first floor, Huang Xikong restrained all his breath, and went up to the second floor without a sound.

In the corridor on the second floor, the laughter of children and the tinkling of bells can be heard.

The doors of several rooms on the second floor opened and closed despite no one entering or exiting.

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

The little ghost was actually very small, but the yin energy on his body was so strong that it slowly poured out of the entire building.

Huang Xikong stood at the corner, sizing up the child closely, but did not see Ren Wenzhou.

He observed for a while, and found that the little ghost could not walk, but only crawled on the ground.

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

Although the child is very young, his face is blue and purple, and he has become very evil.

Huang Xikong walked up to him slowly, picked him up from the ground, and looked at him seriously: "Gumantong?"

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

Huang Xikong narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched his head with one hand, and threatened in an unhurried manner: "Bite, crush your little head~"

This kid is far less cute and well-behaved than Wanwan, so he will not treat this kind of kid who has already killed someone the same way he treats Wanwan.

The kid bared his teeth and whined ferociously, but he couldn't bite him.

Huang Xikong released his aura in an instant, crushing the kid heavily.

The kid's completely black eyes closed immediately, and then balled up under his hands, not daring to act like a monster again.Huang Xikong picked him up from the ground, held the kid under his arm with one hand, and asked, "Which room is he in?"

The little ghost was silent, staring at the floor dejectedly, not wanting to talk to him.

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

Immediately the little ghost wailed loudly, waving his limbs to escape from his grasp.

Huang Xikong lowered his head and said, "I'll give you another chance, which room is he in?"

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

The little ghost's cries gradually subsided, and the ink smeared for a while. He lowered his head and pointed to the second door on the left with his chubby hand.

Huang Xikong walked to the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door four times.

There was no sound in the house.

Huang Xikong didn't directly break into the door.

Because the situation of this villa itself is very strange.

A Gumantong with blood on his hands crawled around in the corridor on the second floor of the villa, but the people in the villa were still alive.

At least when standing at the door, he could feel that the people inside were alive.

"Who are you in the room?" Huang Xikong lowered his head and straightened the kid, letting him float in mid-air.

Sitting in mid-air, the little ghost group yelled "ahhhh" twice, and then suddenly called out "baba" vaguely.

Huang Xikong turned his head to look at the door panel: "Is he your father?"

"What about your mother?"

The kid lowered his head, and slowly took out a shattered soul from his belly pocket.

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

(End of this chapter)