Yang Xian died on the rooftop.
When Ning Huanxin came to the hotel on the first day, she and Tang Jiyao had already visited every place, including the rooftop. At that time, she found nothing.
And tonight, maybe because it just rained during the day, there was a small amount of water on the rooftop in many places.
It was very cold on the rooftop at night, and the cold wind blew against my face.
Ning Huanxin unconsciously felt that she had reached the edge of the rooftop.
He stood there with his eyes closed and slowly felt the aura of the entire mountain. There was much more aura here than in Yanjing City.
After a while, Ning Huanxin slowly opened her eyes.
This is the highest of the three mountains near Hongcun, and from the top floor of the mountaintop hotel, you can overlook the scenery of the entire village.
If she didn't have so many doubts in her heart, Ning Huanxin really liked this place and could practice meditation here.
pity…
She certainly wouldn't be able to calm down tonight.
This is bound to be an uneventful night.
Ning Huanxin suddenly turned her head and looked at the empty rooftop behind her and the entrance to the rooftop.
There is only one door to enter and exit the rooftop, and that door is closed now.
Ning Huanxin suddenly raised the corners of her lips, slowly left the edge of the rooftop and walked towards the door.
The door was locked from the inside.
Ning Huan was not surprised, not even panicked.
She secretly circulated her spiritual energy, and a red flame rose again in her hand. The flame penetrated the door in an instant, and the door lock disappeared. There was only a round hole left in the door.
Ning Huanxin smiled and walked downstairs with an indifferent expression.
She was not in a hurry, nor did she walk very fast, but just kept walking leisurely.
After leaving the hotel and the villa, Ning Huanxin entered the village of Hongcun again.
When passing near the old locust tree in the middle of the village, Ning Huanxin stopped again.
She concentrated and looked at the old locust tree a few more times, and there was a strange light in her eyes -
The number of wandering souls gathered in the old locust tree seems to have... decreased.
Ning Huanxin paused for a moment. She just looked at it and did not approach the tree.
After a few minutes, she turned around and walked quickly towards Pidan's house.
Closer, closer.
Pidan's house is at the end of the village, far away from other houses, but now the entire courtyard is still closed.
Ning Huanxin stood at the door and pushed the door gently. The door was locked from the inside.
There is someone in the house.
Ning Huanxin smiled silently, turned around and jumped in quietly from the courtyard wall on the side.
For an ancient martial arts master, it is really easy to get over the wall.
In the room, Pidan was still sleeping soundly.
At this time every day, he is sleeping.
Ghosts don't need to rest or sleep, but preserved eggs are more regular than humans. They must go to sleep as soon as the sun goes down every day.
why is that
Maybe another person in the room can give us the answer.
At this time, there was a dark figure in Pi Dan's small bedroom. He was lying under the bed, covered in dust.
"Uncle, stop turning over."
At this time, a cold female voice suddenly came from behind the black shadow.
The black figure paused for a moment, and its tall body stiffened in an instant.
Ning Huanxin turned on the flashlight on her phone, and the small room suddenly became brighter.
"Uncle."
Ning Huanxin watched the figure gradually turn around, it was Lao Liu.
At this time, Lao Liu lost the honesty and sincerity he had during the day, and looked at Ning Huanxin with a cold expression and fierce eyes.