Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his gaze, suspecting that there were no props here, that Li Chunfeng had made a mistake in collecting information, or that someone had solved the problem of the resentful spirit in advance.

To be on the safe side, verify again.

He spit out the power of the sun, and turned into a baby on the ground. The baby has fat cheeks, big black eyes, and a small mouth. Except for a slightly illusory body, it is no different from a normal baby.

Zhang Yuanqing leaned over, touched Yingling's head, and ordered:

"Treasure hunt!"

Xiao Doubi understood the master's order, "Aba", raised his neck, turned his head like an antenna to receive signals, turned around, seemed to lock on the target, quickly slid his limbs, and disappeared into the night.

Building 8, room 602.

In the two-bedroom and one-living room, yellow paper talismans can be seen everywhere. They are pasted on walls, door frames, and glass walls. There is also a gossip mirror hanging on the back of the anti-theft door.

In the dark bedroom, there is a shrine near the window, with incense sticks and wax lit, and some fruits and pastries are placed on the tribute table.

What is enshrined in the shrine is not a Buddha or a god, but a pocket coffin twenty centimeters long.

The coffin was as black as ink, exuding a cold and evil atmosphere. It was like a toy in scale, but it was even more terrifying than a real coffin.

Under the altar, there was a figure kneeling down, chanting something, but it was vague, and it was hard to hear what was being said.

At this time, in the dark bedroom, a chuckle sounded:

"Don't pray, you will die if you pray again."

This voice is very young.

The person in front of the shrine trembled, jumped up like a conditioned reflex, and looked at the source of the sound.

I saw the sofa next to the bed, and I don't know when a figure was sitting there.

Wearing a T-shirt and light trousers, he was tall and straight, vaguely a young man.

"Who are you, how did you come in, don't you want to live anymore?" The middle-aged man regained his composure, and with his back against the shrine, he was not afraid and asked sharply.

"Don't worry about how I got in. Look at your face. It's so pale that you're going to die. Of course, I will save you. Next, please answer my question truthfully." Zhang Yuanqing leaned lazily Sofa, "You did the weird knock on the door in Jiangbei District, don't deny it, I even know how you did it."

He pointed to the pocket coffin, "There must be ghosts in it."

The middle-aged man's complexion changed drastically, and he said quickly:

"who are you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man on the sofa, golden lacquer suddenly lit up between his brows, and immediately covered his entire cheeks, and the golden radiance illuminated the dimly lit bedroom.

Immediately afterwards, the golden face, black and red quickly moved away, outlining a dignified and dignified face.

"Answer me!" The majestic golden face asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged man's heart twitched violently and almost stopped beating.

"Great God, please show up and kill the enemy!"

The middle-aged man's knees sank, he knelt on the ground, and kowtowed towards the coffin.

Darkness welled up in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes as he examined the coffin. JrNovels.com