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Chapter 422 Zhou Yue

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    Because after the last remnant of Ji Hongling¡¯s soul was squeezed away by Yan Wanxi, the barrier on the ancestral hall had completely collapsed.

    The entire ancestral hall can be seen in its entirety.

    Yan Wanxi and the others walked directly towards the road they came in. It was deserted outside. Liu Jiang and the others had probably run home.

    At this time, she and Xing Zhimo were the only two people left in the village, and Yan Wanxi could not help but yawn.

    Xing Zhimo saw Yan Wanxi yawning so much that tears came out, and he couldn't help but feel distressed and said: "Let's go to Zhou's house to rest for a night, and then go to the village chief tomorrow."

    Yan Wanxi nodded and spent a long time pretending to be fainted at the village chief's house in the afternoon. At this time, she was indeed very tired and just wanted to have a good sleep.

    The two of them arrived at the door of Zhou's house, but it was closed. Xing Zhimo knocked on the door, but after waiting for a long time, no one came to open the door.

    "Is it possible that the two of them haven't gone home yet?" Yan Wanxi rested her head on Xing Zhimo's shoulder and said with half-squinted eyes.

    "Maybe they followed the village chief and the others to their home." Xing Zhimo also felt that this was very possible.

    Just when he was about to climb over the wall and open the door, the door opened.

    However, it was not the Zhou family and his wife who opened the door, but a young man.

    Xing Zhimo was a little stunned when he saw him, while Yan Wanxi felt something. After opening her eyes and taking a look at him, her eyes were fascinated again.

    When the young man saw the two of them, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said: "You are the two guests who stayed at my house last night, right? My name is Zhou Yue, and I am the son of this family. Come in quickly."  Bar."

    Zhou Yue is quite handsome, but his face is a bit pale, but otherwise there is nothing wrong with him.

    Xing Zhimo nodded to him, thanked him, and took Yan Wanxi into the room where they slept last night.

    Less than a quarter of an hour after the two entered the house, Xing Zhimo heard someone knocking on their door. He stood up and opened the door, and saw Zhou Yue standing at the door, with a face as pale as paper staring at him.  look.

    Xing Zhimo frowned slightly, turned to look at Yan Wanxi who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and asked in a cold tone: "Is something wrong?"

    Zhou Yue scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I wonder if you have seen my parents today?"

    Xing Zhimo still had the same indifferent expression on his face and said, "Your parents are probably at Village Chief Liu's home at this time."

    When Zhou Yue heard Xing Zhimo talking about Village Chief Liu, his originally pale face turned even whiter, but he still nodded towards Xing Zhimo, said thank you, and left.

    Xing Zhimo then closed the door and put a soundproofing note on the door. He looked at the window again, walked over and put a soundproof note on the window.

    Then he walked towards the bed with satisfaction. He did not disturb Yan Wanxi's sleep, but sat aside and meditated.

    Yan Wanxi felt that she had a very comfortable sleep this time. Last night, she didn't hear a sound at all.

    When he opened his eyes, he saw Xing Zhimo sitting on the edge meditating, and insulation notes were posted on the door panels and windows of the room.

    "No wonder it's so quiet." Yan Wanxi stood up and tore off the talismans on both sides of the door and window.

    Soon, you heard the bustling sounds coming from outside, which were the sounds of people thinking when they were busy.

    ? ? Stretched, turned his head, and saw that Xing Zhimo had opened his eyes and was staring at her with a smile.

    "Morning." Yan Wanxi also showed a big smile to him, then thought of something and asked: "By the way, where was the ghost I saw before going to bed last night?" (Remember the website address:  www.hlnovel.com
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