Hehua's words once again aggravated the shadow in everyone's hearts.
A lot of bizarre things have happened in the past few days. This time the dog was killed and hung upside down in the living room. Is this a threat or a hint? Is it a human or a ghost?
Everyone was filled with uneasiness and fear. Wang Dachun observed everyone carefully and found that Bi Wenjun was trembling. Although Chen Yanju was not that scared, her face was pale.
However, Zhou Daorong was quite calm, but the butler Yun Bo always had a dead face, as if no matter what happened, his expression would never change.
Wang Dachun felt that if there was a mole in this family, Zhou Daorong would be the most suspicious. After all, if something happened to Tang Wenming, her son who was studying outside would be the only heir to the Tang family.
Tang Wenming's face was ugly. This enemy hiding in the dark was always more terrifying than in the open, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
"Brother Dachun, have you discovered anything?" Tang Wenming now placed all his hopes on Wang Dachun.
Wang Dachun nodded and slowly closed his eyes to see if he could use his special ability to spy on what happened before. What happened not long ago, his consciousness is likely to travel to that time period.
Soon, Wang Dachun entered that strange state. He saw a man in black robe carrying a dead dog into the living room. He stood on the coffee table and hung the dog on the chandelier, and then walked slowly away. Into the darkness.
The man in black robe put his hat on his head, and his whole face was blurry, making it impossible for Wang Dachun to see clearly. However, judging from his body shape and movements, this person is almost exactly the same as the man in black robe who pushed Fangfang downstairs.
Wang Dachun opened his eyes and told everyone what he saw, and everyone's expressions became more solemn.
Everyone looked around, as if the man in black robe would appear at any time, kill him, and then hang his body on it.
Tieshan clenched his fists and said, "Damn it! Those black-robed men who are pretending to be magicians, don't get into my hands, or I'll crush them to death!"
Tang Wenming ignored Tieshan and said to Wang Dachun: "Brother Dachun, what do you think we should do next?"
Wang Dachun said calmly: "Everyone can do whatever they have to do. I hope that guy shows up early to see if the man in black robe is a human or a ghost?"
Tang Wenming nodded, "Don't panic, everyone. Brother Dachun is an expert and he will protect us." He did not tell the news about the old man's death to avoid panic among everyone.
Zhou Daorong didn't say anything, he just took a deep look at Wang Dachun and turned around to go upstairs. Chen Yanju followed without saying a word. Only Bi Wenjun glanced at his dog sadly, then smiled kindly at Wang Dachun, and then followed him.
All the girls went upstairs, but the maid He Hua stood there and hesitated to speak.
"Hehua, why don't you go upstairs to sleep?" Tang Wenming asked doubtfully.
"Mr. Tang, I...my room is next to Fangfang's room, so I'm scared." Hehua saw Fangfang's tragic death with her own eyes, and the pale and terrifying dead face always lingered in her mind. Don't go.
Tang Wenming suddenly said, "So that's it. Then you can choose a room on the second floor."
Hehua looked happy, "Thank you, Mr. Tang." Anyway, everyone basically lives on the second floor, which makes people less scared. Like the third floor, Hehua doesn't even dare to go up now, let alone sleeping.
Tang Wenming rubbed his temples, "I'm tired and want to rest. Uncle Yun, arrange a room for brother Dachun to rest."
Then he said to Wang Dachun: "Brother Dachun, I'll go up first, and then I'll leave it to you." The successive deaths of his grandfather and father hit him hard.
Wang Dachun nodded, "Tieshan, pay attention to protecting Mr. Tang's safety."
Tieshan nodded, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt Mr. Tang."
Seeing the two of them going upstairs, Uncle Yun first took down the dog's body and then said to Wang Dachun: "Guest, please come with me!"
After saying that, he went upstairs first.
Wang Dachun followed. The moment he stepped onto the stairs, he seemed to hear footsteps running past the living room.
"Um?"
Wang Dachun immediately turned around and looked around, but found nothing.
Butler Yun Bo seemed to have back eyes and said, "Don't look at it. This kind of sound happens almost every night. We have become accustomed to it."
"Really, how long has this situation been happening?" Wang Dachun frowned. The thunder ruler on his waist was slightly hot. According to his estimation, it should be because he encountered something unclean.
"It's been a long time. It used to only appear once or twice a year. Recently, it's become more and more frequent. Sometimes these things dare to come out even during the day and scare people."
Yun Bo paused and continued: "Not only are there footsteps, but sometimes there are also sounds of moving objects. Sometimes things hanging on the wall will fall down inexplicably."
As soon as Yun Bo finished speaking, an oil painting on the living room suddenly fell down and hit the ground hard, making Wang Dachun's heart beat violently. He quickly turned his head to look and saw an oil painting falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.
Wang Dachun hurriedly returned from the stairs to the living room. He took out the thunder ruler from his waist. If there was anything unclean, give him a ruler first.
The painting, which depicts the Mona Lisa, is now broken and the paper is exposed from inside.
What made Wang Dachun's scalp tingle was that Mona Lisa's eyes were blood red, looking at him like that, making him feel a little chilled down his spine.
"Uncle Yun, look." Wang Dachun turned around suddenly. At this time, Uncle Yun was nowhere to be seen. Uncle Yun disappeared strangely.
"Um?"
Wang Dachun was naturally shocked. How could Uncle Yun disappear without a trace in such a short period of time?
Doesn't he make any sound when he walks?
There was no time to think too much, because at this time, the footsteps sounded again, first in the living room, and then running towards the distance.
"Grandma!"
Wang Dachun gritted his teeth, took the thunder ruler in his hand, and quickly chased after the footsteps.
After turning a corner, there was a staircase behind. This staircase went down, not up. The dark passage made Wang Dachun wonder if it was the entrance to hell.
Wang Dachun knew that this was just the stairs leading to the basement. After a pause, he walked downstairs. Since he was here to help Tang Wenming solve the problem, he must find out the truth and not back down.
After going down about twenty steps, there was a rusty iron door blocking the way. No one might have been here for a long time, and the iron door was covered with dust and cobwebs.
The iron door was unlocked. Wang Dachun pushed it gently and the door opened.
