Chapter 296: Dont try it, you cant beat me! (1/2)

Here, the legend is haunted.

And it was quite annoying.

Feng Xinglang certainly did not believe in ghosts and gods.

But when he stepped into this dark area, he would inevitably feel a little uncomfortable.

This is not a pure European villa. According to legend, this was once the place where a senior military officer hides. It was later bought by a Taiwanese businessman.

Why it was transferred to Cong Gang again, it is unknown.

Feng Xinglang always felt that this plexus had no place like a ghost! Like a wandering wild ghost, erratic.

Therefore, when Ye Shinian told him that Cong had just disappeared and there were no signs of fighting in the ward, he thought of it here.

This is Feng Xinglang's third visit.

When I came during the day, I just felt desolate here. There is no breath of life in human beings!

But tonight ... I felt a chill on my spine!

”Kang”, Feng Xinglang stepped on the dead branch.

In this quiet and strange night, it sounds particularly harsh.

Late autumn leaves are even better. In addition, no one cleaned for a long time. On the cobblestone path more than 20 meters away from the door of the villa, there were piles of dead leaves.

If he hadn't seen Cong Gang during the day, Feng Xinglang really felt that he was a ghost family living outside the marginal environment of humans.

I live in a place where this bird doesn't shit! If you don't go to the village before, you don't want to go to the store, no one will know when you die here.

‘嚓嚓 嚓’ three-shot.

Feng Xinglang just raised his eyes and glanced at the direction of the flash, his face angrily. These three shots must be informing the person in the villa that someone sneaked into his territory.

The villa is almost completely covered with wooden vines, and at this moment the villa does not have a hint of light, it looks like an abandoned building that has been inhabited for many years.

Is it necessary to be so horrifying? A good urban villa can't live, but why should I be here?

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, stepping on the dead branches and approaching the entrance of the villa.

As soon as I raised my hand and knocked, the door clicked, but the door opened automatically.

Fortunately, Feng Xinglang, a fierce and savage person who does not believe in ghosts and gods, would probably run away if he switched to timidity.

The villa's living room was dark!

Fortunately, it wasn't the odor of the corpse after it had eroded.

It's a taste of Chinese herbal medicine! Not pungent!

Going closer to the inside, a sound of door locks came from behind. Strangely chilling.

”Cong Gang, are you dead? If not, just turn on the light for me!”

Feng Xinglang didn't quite adapt to this dark and weird atmosphere. He still likes to live in the sun!

Although his heart was hazed by the death of his elder brother Feng Lixin.

The light in the living room turned on. It's not the dazzling light, but the dazzling cold light with a bit of bleakness.

Smelling the smell of Chinese herbal medicine, Feng Xinglang walked towards the gym in the middle. He's been here, although he's not familiar, but he's not completely ignorant.

The closer you get to the gym, the stronger the taste of Chinese herbal medicine, seems to be flanked by the fumigation heat.