Xia Yiqian was used to fighting alone in the last episode of the show, but her strength in fighting alone was enough to beat them.
This overwhelming strength directly led to Zhao Xun never even thinking of inviting Xia Yiqian to join them in the search.
After all, this guy is a big shot, maybe he has already found what’s wrong.
After Xia Yiqian returned to the room, Zhao Xun and the people behind him looked at each other, and their eyes all fell on the door opposite Xia Yiqian, narrowing their eyes slightly.
Zhao Xun mouthed to everyone, "Do you want to go in and take a look?"
Their eyes met each other, and Taoist Xuanyi nodded deeply.
If they are lucky, they can find clues at the beginning, then the chances of cracking this place will be greater!
They tried to walk as lightly as possible and quickly reached the door of the old lady's room.
Zhao Xun stood in the middle of the door, took a few steps back, and kicked the door hard.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, the entire door was kicked down by Zhao Xun and fell flat on the ground with a "pa!" sound.
Several people took out their own food and quickly squeezed into the room.
But the scene that caught his eye made the scene quiet down for a moment.
This place was not much different from the room in the small inn where they stayed. It was antique and had a double bed and some old furniture.
The only difference is probably that there is an old-fashioned gas tank in their house, and all the cooking tools are available next to it.
But there were no old men or women in the house.
Melanda turned to look at Huang Yangyang and asked in confusion, "Could it be that you saw it wrongly? There's nothing in this room."
"He's not mistaken." Kong Yanqing leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, "There's still a faint smell of steamed buns in this room. They must have steamed meat buns not long ago."
The few people who came over were a little surprised, and Huang Yangyang immediately put on a flattering smile and greeted them.
“Brother Kong, didn’t you say before that you wanted to sleep and not participate in these searches?
Are you awake now?"
Kong Yanqing glanced at him calmly, "The door has been kicked to pieces, do you think I can still sleep?"
Everyone present looked at the door, which had already been kicked to the ground under the weight, and was now stepped on again by their group of people. It could no longer bear the weight and was beginning to crack.
Huang Yangyang: …
So miserable.
Kong Yanqing didn't wait for their answer, but waved his hand casually, turned gracefully, pressed his head with one hand and stretched his neck, and said: "It's so late, please keep your voice down when you are dismantling it.
It doesn't matter if you wake me up, but you are not willing to endure those horrible things that shouldn't be woken up."
For example, Xia Yiqian who lives next door.
After saying that, he left without any courtesy.
When several people heard his words, they subconsciously shuddered.
No one had ever heard that Mr. Kong was knowledgeable in metaphysics before, but now seeing how he was talking nonsense, why did it feel like it was really the case?
Several people looked at each other, and finally, Taoist Xuanyi looked at Huang Yangyang and asked, "What did Xia Yiqian say to you at that time? Tell us."
Huang Yangyang naturally had nothing to object to. The character he now created in front of the audience was that of a salted fish who was carried along by the big guys and had no need for dreams at all.
"Xia Yiqian said that the old lady is neither a ghost, nor a human, nor a demon."
"Not a ghost, not a human, not a demon!?" Melanda cried out in disbelief, "Then what else could it be? Could it be a god?"
Huang Yangyang shook his head decisively, "Xia Yiqian said that it was an envoy."
Zhao Xun: "What messenger?"
Huang Yangyang continued to shake her head, "I don't know. She kicked me out before she could finish explaining."
Everyone present: ...
After repairing the broken door panel, everyone ended their journey for the day and went back to their rooms to sleep.
Late at night, in the stillness of the room, Xia Yiqian was leaning on her elbows on the bed, watching a movie on her phone while eating snacks left on the bed. She looked so decadent that any mother would not be able to bear to watch.
"Tick!" In the silent night, there was a sudden and abrupt sound of water dripping into a puddle, and the sound still echoed.
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