Yuan Ruhai fell silent.

Looking at the Yin Qi Pillar rising into the sky in the distance, he suddenly didn't want to say a word.

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Two weeks after Yu Hong retreated.

Yanxiawan community in Taizhou.

In a duplex villa.

A wealthy businessman surnamed Li, wearing a suit and leather shoes, looked like a successful man, and walked into the hall with a young Taoist priest with a look of urgency on his face.

"To tell you the truth, my house started to have flickering lights and a foul smell three days ago. From time to time, I can see the backs of unknown people passing by at night."

The wealthy businessman surnamed Li sighed and said with a thick local accent.

"I originally thought these were just assumptions made by my son after watching too many ghost movies. Who would have thought that last night my son came knocking on my door in the middle of the night. When I got up and opened the door, I couldn't touch him anywhere! Now, he is everywhere in the house.

I searched everywhere but couldn't find anyone, and the surveillance didn't find anyone coming in or out of here!"

"There is a very strong Yin energy here." The Taoist frowned slightly, his black hair was simply braided into a bun, he was dressed in a clean and tidy light blue Taoist robe, and his face was cold. He was Zhengming who had just cultivated himself for a few days.

"Has the Taoist priest discovered it!?" The wealthy businessman was shocked and asked immediately.

"Don't be in a hurry, I have to check slowly, otherwise it's easy to make mistakes." Zhengming said seriously. Since being hit by Yu Hong one after another, his character has become calmer than before.

"Taoist Master, please, please!"

Zhengming was not polite, raised his hand to signal others not to follow him, and went up to the second floor alone.

Soon, he saw a painting at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

An oil painting depicting the dusk scene of an old house and old street.

The picture quality is very good, and the skills are also very good. It looks like a photo, clear, bright, and realistic.

In the old house on the old street, the brown door is half open, and you can vaguely see an old lady sitting inside, knitting a sweater with a needle in her hand.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the old lady’s white hair into golden red. The picture was kind and peaceful.

Zhengming stared at the painting and clearly sensed that there was a strong Yin energy attached to it.

Ta-ta-ta.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of footsteps, like the soft sound of small leather shoes on the wooden floor, reached his ears.

Zhengming quickly turned his head and looked to the right.

In the corridor on the right, there is a room that was originally closed, but the door is open.

A small black leather shoe was standing at the door of the room, with only the heel exposed.
Chapter completed!