It's a pity that no one can see the faint blood-red light in his eyes.

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Puff, pff.

Wang Jin tried hard to adjust his steps, but the stairs covered with fragments of flesh and blood still inevitably made noises.

"boss."

Xiao Hei ran back unsteadily, lying down and talking in Wang Jin's ear.

"Well...the second floor is the bedroom and living room, which is normal."

The young man raised his eyebrows and constructed a map of the entire second floor in his mind through Xiao Hei's description.

"The feast should be on the third floor, or in the attic."

"Then I can't make too much noise."
Chapter completed!