Chapter 296

Here, it's said to be haunted.

And it was quite a fight.

Feng Xinglang certainly does not believe in ghosts.

But when he stepped into this dark area, he would inevitably feel uncomfortable.

This is not a pure European villa. It is said that this was once the hiding place of a senior officer of the Kuomintang. Later, it was bought by a Taiwanese businessman.

Why it was transferred to CongGang's hands again is unknown.

Feng Xinglang always feels that CongGang is like a ghost and has no fixed place! It's like a wandering wild ghost, erratic.

So when ye Shinian told him CongGang had disappeared and there was no sign of fighting in the ward, he thought of it.

This is the third time that Feng Xinglang has been here.

During the day, I only felt desolate here. There is no breath of human life!

But this evening I feel the chill on my back!

With a click, Feng Xinglang broke the dead branch.

In this quiet and strange night, it sounds very harsh.

In late autumn, the fallen leaves are more beautiful. In addition, no one cleaned up for a long time. On the cobblestone path more than 20 meters away from the entrance of the villa, there were piles of withered branches and leaves.

If he hadn't seen Cong Gang during the day, Feng Xinglang really thought he was a ghost living outside the human edge.

To live in such a place where birds don't shit! No one will know if they die here.

Three shots in a row.

Feng Xinglang just raised his eyes and aimed at the direction of the flash, with sullen face. These trilateral photos must be informing the people in the villa that someone has sneaked into his territory.

The villa is almost completely covered by woody vines, and at this moment, the villa has no light, it looks like an abandoned building that can't live for many years.

Is it necessary to be so scary? If you can't live in a good villa in the city, why do you want to be an expert here?

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly and stepped on the withered branches and leaves towards the entrance of the villa.

Just as he was about to raise his hand and knock on the door, the door opened automatically with a click.

Fortunately, Feng Xinglang, a fierce man who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, would have run away if he had been timid.

The living room of the villa is dark!

Fortunately, it's not the rotten smell of the corpse.

It's a clear Chinese herbal taste! It's not pungent!

Step closer to the inside in the dark, and behind him came the sound of locking the door. It's creepy.

"Cong Gang, are you dead? If you're not dead, turn on the light for me! "

Feng Xinglang didn't adapt to the dark and strange atmosphere. He still likes to live in the sun!

Although his heart became gloomy because of the murder of his elder brother Feng Lixin.

The light in the living room is on. Not that dazzling light, but that long, with a little sad light.

Smelling the smell of Chinese herbal medicine, Fengxing walks to the gym in langchaoli. He has been here, though he is not familiar with it, but he is not totally ignorant.

The closer to the gym, the stronger the taste of Chinese herbal medicine, and it seems to be accompanied by the heat of fumigation.

Feng Xinglang is sure Cong Gang must be in the gym.

Cong Gang is the name given to him by Feng Xinglang. He also reapplied for Hong Kong citizenship. As for Cong Gang's name before and who he was, Feng Xinglang didn't know much about it!

Cong Gang's past, Feng Xinglang does not care! He only cares about Cong Gang's whereabouts after he follows him.

In the gym, in addition to some equipment, there is also a round bath. Half on the ground, half in the basement.

It should be a medicinal bath. There is a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine inside. There are also wisps of fumigation heat.

Feng Xinglang stepped up the steps and gazed at the mirror like brown water.

The surface of the water is so dark that you can't see what's going on. But Feng Xinglang knew: to keep the water level above the water level as flat as a mirror, at least the underwater people had been holding their breath for three or four minutes before the water could calm down.

Ordinary people are trained to hold their breath underwater for three to four minutes, while Cong Gang is a patient who has just recovered from serious injury.

Feng Xinglang just stood at the edge of the Chinese herbal medicine pool, slightly squinting at the underwater movement, very patient.

After another two or three minutes, there was movement under the water, and a strong body jumped out of the water.

A determined face came to the surface. Cong Gang!

After fishing a towel from the pool, Cong Gang wiped the Chinese herbal medicine on his face.

"How did you get out of the hospital before your injury was healed? No one will know if you die here and become a mummy! "

Seeing that Cong Gang didn't mean to come out of the Chinese herbal medicine pool, Feng Xinglang sat on the edge of the bath.

Knowing that the next topic would not be too short, Feng Xinglang lit a cigarette and breathed it slowly. The smoke shrouded handsome face, a school of uncertain melancholy."You already know the identity of the big fish. Why don't you tell me?"

It turns out that Feng Xinglang is here to bully me tonight. There was no sign of fighting in the hospital ward. The Cong Gang must have come out by himself.

Now that he can run himself, his injury should be under control.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang, who was a little impatient, came here to bully Cong gang.

"I don't know!"

CongGang light shallow should be a. It's very simple. It's not too sloppy.

Feng Xinglang's handsome face is slowly twisted. He takes a deep breath of the smoke, allowing the spicy smoke to spread in his lungs and respiratory tract, and then slowly spit out.

He leaned over and stared at Cong Gang's firm and angular face, hissing and murmuring.

"I didn't catch you. Say it again!"

This kind of threat has always been effective in dealing with ye Shinian. Can be used to deal with stubborn Cong Gang, seems to be a little thin.

Cong Gang didn't repeat his "obedience", instead, he covered his face with a towel and didn't want to talk to Feng Xinglang any more.

Cong Gang's injury did not heal. He is just a man of carbohydrates, not an omnipotent God, nor an immortal ghost.

Cong Gang's silence made Feng Xinglang's anger growing. It's not that he can't stand Cong Gang's neglect, but he can't wait to avenge his elder brother Feng Lixin.

Between the distinct fingers, a wisp of smoke is burning, which is more haze on Feng Xinglang's handsome face.

Slowly, Feng Xinglang cut off the smoke between his fingers, and then gathered strength to attack on his strong arm.

Feng Xinglang has practiced martial arts, which can be regarded as a professional standard. But Cong Gang, a vicious man who makes a living by fighting, seems to be dejected.

"Don't try You can't beat me

Cong Gang's words are like a basin of cold water.