Murong and his wife took ten minutes to retell what Xiang Xing had seen in the materials.


    "... alas! Mr. Wu, you see, my wife and I are so old that we can''t stand the singing in the middle of the night! It''s really bad for our spirit recently..."


    Old man Murong pointed to his haggard face and dark circles under his eyes and sighed sadly, "I really don''t know what evil has been done..."


    As soon as the word "evil doing" was exported, Xiang Xing and Wu Chen had the same meal.


    Suddenly felt a strange and strange chill coming from somewhere behind.


    Even the wolf lying on the side noticed it and roared a few times.


    After thinking about it, Wu Chen simply opened his mouth and interrupted old man Murong''s complaining first.


    "When did both of you hear the singing?"


    As he spoke, he suddenly paused and turned to Xiang Xing.


    The little guy was stunned and immediately reacted. He quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the memo and made a record.


    The old man frowned and said, "what time? Let me see... It''s almost after midnight."


    "There''s still three or four in the morning at the latest."


    Mrs. Murong echoed and complained angrily, "you know, if we old people are awakened at that point, we are easy to have a heart attack..."


    "Yes, what''s the heart of Ann... We usually follow the rules, abide by the law, and haven''t done anything bad... Why are we targeted by that thing..."


    The two old people said and suddenly complained again.


    The man and the little guy couldn''t help but look at each other.


    I can only interrupt again: "OK, guys, calm down first and leave everything to us."


    Wu Chen said, suddenly glancing at a row of rooms upstairs.


    As if carelessly opening his mouth, "which bedroom do you live in?"


    "Oh, the one on the far left."


    Master Murong points to the innermost room on the west side of the corridor.


    A moment later, he paused and suddenly remembered something. He couldn''t help shouting, "Oh, is it because my bedroom is too close to the next door..."


    "If that kind of thing is really causing trouble, it doesn''t distinguish between far and near."


    Wu Chen raised her hand slightly and interrupted old man Murong''s worry.


    He quickly scanned his eyes and observed for a while.


    Immediately turned around, walked up the stairs to the second floor and came to the old couple''s bedroom door.


    Fu Qing raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.


    Then listen carefully.


    A series of unimaginable and strange operations made the two old people creepy.


    He could not help but tremble and subconsciously muttered: "what is Mr. Wu doing... Why knock on the door? How can someone answer him in that room..."


    Seeing this, Xiang Xing on one side couldn''t help laughing mindlessly.


    Hurry up and comfort in a soft voice.


    "Grandpa and grandma, don''t be afraid."


    Although she did see a black cloak she had seen before suddenly appear next to the man and suddenly rush into the room.


    Later, a thin, trembling middle-aged man was pulled out and taken away.


    However, these things should not be told to the two old people.


    Um.


    The little guy decided silently in his heart. Then he tilted his head and continued to blink soft eyes at the two old people.