He Lingchuan thought about these questions and soon found Hong Chenglue's home.
Even the ground of this alley is uneven, and the cracks in the walls are covered with mold and moss. It is not long, but it accommodates at least a dozen households.
"It seems to be this household."
"Squeak", He Lingchuan pushed the door open, and there was only a small courtyard and two short bungalows inside.
The area was only a little larger than his wooden house in Panlong City, and the yard was at least eleven or twelve square meters. There were several wooden shelves crooked in the yard, two empty jars, and there were black blood stains on the ground.
The room was not big, so the four of them walked around and met each other. Mao Tao sighed:
"Mr. Hong is so poor."
The general of the Bejia Kingdom lives here in seclusion, and it can only be described as a house with four walls.
The bedroom only has one bed and a low cabinet.
Shan Youjunze said: "The kitchen is empty as if it has been washed, there are no pots and pans, but there are traces of fire burning all year round in the stove. This is not normal."
Chapter completed!