At the door of another bedroom, there were several charred blood corpses upside down.

The concierge is closed.

Wanwan walked over, and Huang Xikong reached out to unscrew the door.

There is the breath of a living person inside.

"I'll go and have a look first." Huang Xikong refused to let Wanwan in.

Wanwan stood obediently at the door.

After Huang Xikong entered, he saw the scene inside the house clearly.

Three wounded men and a golden retriever were huddled in the corner of the study, trembling.

The one who was most injured was a young Taoist priest who looked very young.

Huang Xikong sent Wanwan a signal before the little girl came in.

"They suffered serious injuries."

Wanwan looked at the little Taoist brother bleeding on the side of his neck, even though he had simply bandaged it, but it still didn't stop.

The remaining two people were so scared that they were a little confused. The dog huddled in the corner was seriously injured in the abdomen, and it seemed that they had less air intake and more air.

"Where are the remaining people? The Taoist priests and bald monks who came in before were gone."

Wanwan shook her head: "They are not on the 19th floor anymore, I can't feel any other breath."

The yin energy here gradually faded after they came in.

There is indeed no danger anymore.

"Now should I send them down first, or continue to look for resentful spirits?" Huang Xikong asked.

Wanwan: "You send them down, I'll go find the resentful spirit."

"This is not possible. I promise your brother to take good care of you."

"But the injury of that Taoist brother is urgent."

Huang Xikong shook his head: "You go down with me."

Wanwan was so angry that she was like a little puffer fish.

She just knew!

She didn't let her act alone.

Wanwan added a big talisman to herself. Huang Xikong dragged three wounded men who were unable to move and soon arrived downstairs.

When Xia Zhihuai saw them through the glass door, he immediately rushed to the door and asked the police to open the door.

Huang Xikong pulled out the three of them in a row and threw them on the ground and ignored them.

Wanwan held a big dog that was heavier than her and handed it over to the police uncle on the side.

"Wanwan, are you okay?"

Wanwan: "Brother, we didn't meet the resentful spirit."

Huang Xikong: "I didn't see the great monk and the president of the Taoist sect before."

"What about the others? Only one of these three people is from the Demon Administration Bureau, and the other two are ordinary people."

Wanwan shook her head blankly: "I don't know."

"However, there are still many blood corpses in the corridor on the 19th floor. Those people are dead, and there are uncles in police uniforms."

The policeman guarding the door was stunned for a moment, his eyes were red, and he couldn't cry.

"When we clean up the resentful spirit, you can go in and find someone. It's still very dangerous inside." Wanwan reached out and pulled the policeman's trouser legs, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him, "Uncle, don't cry, Wanwan will work hard."

"Thank you, protect yourself." The policeman squatted down and pressed her little face.

Xia Zhihuai said nothing, and his big hand gently covered her little head: "You go in and be careful, brother is waiting for you outside."

The evil ghost has no tears.

Huang Xikong only remained silent and drifted a little far away.

When the doctor drove the injured away, the people there became more stable and he floated back.

"Who is the one living in that household in 1901?" Huang Xikong was a little curious.

At present, everything seems to be inseparable from that household.

The policeman who had been guarding the door calmed down and looked at Huang Xikong who was floating in the air. He was no longer shocked: "In 1901, there was a family of four living in a family of four. The original head of the household was Zhou Xiechun. He died in a car accident at the intersection near the park two years ago."

"The Zhou family was left with Zhou Xiechun's wife Shao Meiyin and a five-year-old son Zhou Bingyu."

"Zhou Xiechun also has an old mother, and everyone in the community calls her Old Mrs. Zhou."

"Zhou Xiechun was killed by a heavy truck. The driver of the accident was detained for three months. Afterwards, he reached a settlement with the victim's family and compensated 300,000 yuan."

"However, the driver who caused the accident did not drive in violation of regulations. He only had excessive fatigue and immediately called the police to rescue him after the accident. Therefore, he was sentenced to negligence and the court sentenced him to one year of probation."

Xia Zhihuai: "This is a traffic accident. Why did Zhou Xiechun become a earth-bound spirit, or even the current resentful spirit?"

I can't understand it.

The police sighed deeply: "Some time ago, a large serial car accident occurred at the intersection where Zhou Xiechun had an accident. The driver who killed him was at the scene and died on the spot."

Wanwan suddenly grabbed the policeman's pants and raised her head and said, "But I didn't see the child just now."

Xia Zhihuai looked at Huang Xikong.

"Indeed, there were no children in the corridors in the room 1901 and outside."

"That must be still in the building." The policeman frowned and said, "We have asked residents of nearby communities before. Yesterday was a weekday. Mrs. Zhou took the child out for dinner and took the child home to do her homework at around 6 o'clock."

"Oh no!" Xia Zhihuai's mind was the fastest, and he immediately asked, "When you are sure that the resentful spirit and the child are not on the 19th floor?"

"Um."

"Where is Zhou Xiechun's wife, Shao Meiyin!" Xia Zhihuai suddenly thought of something.

Zhou Xiechun is Zhou Bingyu's father, Shao Meiyin's husband, and Mrs. Zhou's son.

Even if the tiger is poisonous, it doesn’t eat any of the children.

Why did he willingly become a spirit-bound earth, even to harm human lives, and to go home and kill his family?

Unless...he is taking revenge.

Huang Xikong thought for a while and replied: "I didn't see it, mainly because I didn't recognize it."

"After we entered, there was a male corpse at the door of the room, and the body of Mrs. Zhou was in the bedroom."

Wanwan observed it carefully: "The uncle who died at the door was wearing black pants and a white shirt and home slippers."

It looks like living there.

Xia Zhihuai ran down the steps, stood downstairs, squinted his eyes, and looked up at the clouds coiled up above.

"If it is not on the 19th floor, will it be on the top floor?" he asked a question.

Wanwan followed her down the steps, and the top floor was surrounded by thick yin and ghost energy, and it seemed that no light could penetrate.

"On the top floor." Wanwan said confidently.

With shadows and shadows, Wanwan seemed to see a blurry figure outside the wall of the building.

She tried hard to see clearly where the Yin Qi was blocked. I wonder if it was a coincidence, but the Yin Qi faded a little.

Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes wide, covered her mouth and exclaimed: "That little brother is hanging outside the wall."

Xia Zhihuai: "!!!"

After hearing the sound, nearby police immediately went to the fire department to prepare for rescue.

A building with a height of more than 30 stories, even if it has a life-saving pad, it will die if it falls down...

Although I can't get up, I always have to try to think of a solution.

Wanwan poked Huang Xikong: "Uncle Huang, please save me."

He is the only one who can fly.

Huang Xikong leaned against the pillar and sneered: "I am a brick. You can move me wherever you need it!"

Wanwan silently took out a Yin-gathering Talisman.

Huang Xikong took away the Yin Ji Talisman and promised: "Leave it to me, I won't let that child die."

"Uncle Huang, you are such a good ghost."

"I'm a ghost!"

Huang Xikong bounced her head and broke down.

"hiss--"
Chapter completed!