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Chapter 72 The Resentful Spirit Zhou Xiechun

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

The concierge is closed.

Wanwan walked over, and Huang Xikong stretched out his hand to unscrew the door.

There is a breath of life in it.

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

Wanwan obediently stood at the door.

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

Three wounded people and a golden retriever dog curled up in a corner of the study, shivering.

The most seriously injured was a young Taoist priest.

Huang Xikong signaled to Wanwan, and the little girl walked in.

"They were seriously injured."

Wanwan saw that the side of the little Taoist brother's neck was still bleeding, even after a simple bandage, it still didn't stop.

The remaining two people were a little delirious with fright, and the dog huddled in the corner was also seriously injured in the abdomen, and it seemed that it was taking in less air and more air out.

"What about the rest? The Taoist priest and bald monk who came in before are gone."

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

The Yin Qi here gradually faded after they entered.

Indeed, there is no danger.

"Should we send them down now, or continue to look for the Wraith?" Huang Xikong asked.

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

"That's not okay. I promise your brother that I will take good care of you."

"But that Taoist brother's injury is urgent."

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

Wan Wan was as angry as a little puffer fish.

She knows it!

Don't let her act alone.

Wanwan put another Zhang Dali Talisman on herself, Huang Xikong dragged three disabled patients, and quickly arrived downstairs.

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

Huang Xikong dragged the three of them out one by one, then left them on the ground.

Wanwan hugged the big dog, which was heavier than her, and handed it to the police uncle on the side.

"Wanwan, are you alright?"

Wanwan: "It's okay, brother, we didn't encounter any resentful spirits."

Huang Xikong: "I didn't see the Great Monk and the former president of the Taoist sect either."

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

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

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

The policeman guarding the door was stunned, his eyes were red, and he held back his tears.

"After we have cleaned up the wraith, go in and look for someone. It's still very dangerous inside." Wanwan stretched out her hand and pulled the policeman's trouser leg, took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to him, "Uncle, don't cry, Wanwan Wan will work hard."

"Thank you, take care of yourself." The policeman knelt down and touched her face.

Xia Zhihuai didn't say anything, and gently covered her small head with her big hands: "Go in and be careful, brother is waiting for you outside."

Li Gui has no tears.

Huang Xikong just kept silent and drifted away a little.

After the doctor transported the injured away, the emotions of the few people over there stabilized a bit, and he floated back again.

"Who lives in that household in 1901?" Huang Xikong was curious.

At present, it seems that all things are inseparable from that household.

The policeman who had been guarding the door calmed down and glanced at Huang Xikong floating in the air. He was no longer shocked: "There is a family of four living in 1901. The original head of the household was Zhou Xiechun. Two years ago, they met at the crossroads near the park. He died in a car accident." "The only remaining members of the Zhou family were Zhou Xiechun's wife, Shao Meiyin, and a five-year-old son, Zhou Bingyu."

"Zhou Xiechun also has an old mother. People in the community call her Mrs. Zhou."

"Zhou Xiechun was killed by a heavy truck. The driver was detained for three months. Afterwards, he reached a settlement with the victim's family and paid 30 yuan in compensation."

"However, the driver who caused the accident did not drive illegally. The accident happened only due to fatigue, and he called the police immediately after the accident, so he was sentenced to a crime of negligence, and the court sentenced him to probation for one year."

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

I just can't figure it out.

The policeman sighed deeply: "Some time ago, there was a large-scale serial car accident 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, raised her head and said, "But I didn't see the kid just now."

Xia Zhihuai looked at Huang Xikong.

"Indeed, no children were seen in room 1901 or in the corridor outside."

"It must still be in the building." The policeman on the side frowned and said, "We asked residents in the nearby community before. Yesterday was a working day. Mrs. Zhou picked up the children and went out for dinner. She took the children after six o'clock. Go home and do your homework."

"Oops!" Xia Zhihuai's brain turned the fastest, and he immediately asked, "When you are sure to go, neither the Wraith nor the child is on the 19th floor?"

"Ah."

"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.

Tiger poison still does not eat seeds.

Why is he willing to become an earth-bound spirit, even going home to kill his family even at the expense of his life?
Unless...he was taking revenge.

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

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

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

Looks like you live there.

Xia Zhihuai ran down the steps, stood downstairs squinting his eyes, and looked up at the air cloud that had been coiling above him.

"It's not on the 19th floor, will it be on the top floor?" He questioned.

Wanwan followed and ran down the steps. The top floor was wrapped in a thick cloud of yin and ghost, as if no light could penetrate it.

"On the top floor." Wanwan said firmly.

Suddenly, Wanwan seemed to see a vague figure outside the building wall.

She tried her best to see the place blocked by the Yin Qi, but if it was a coincidence, the Yin Qi faded a bit.

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

A building with a height of more than 30 floors, even if there is a life-saving mat, if it falls...you will die directly.

Even if you can't get there, try to find a way.

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

He is the only one who can fly.

Huang Xikong leaned against the pillar and said with a sneer, "I am a brick, you can move me wherever I need it!"

Wanwan silently took out a Yin-gathering Talisman.

Huang Xikong took away the Yin Gathering Talisman and promised, "Leave it to me, and the child will not die."

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

"I'm a ghost!"

Huang Xikong flicked her head off.

"hiss--"

Not surprisingly, he was burned again.

(End of this chapter)