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　　Chapter 296: Stop trying, you can't beat me!

　　Here, the legends said that it was haunted.

　　And it was quite a ruckus.

　　Feng Xinglang obviously did not believe in the words of the Ghost G.o.d.

　　However, when he stepped into this gloomy place, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

　　This was not a pure European villa. Legend has it that this was once the hiding place for a senior officer. Then he was bought by a Taiwanese businessman.

　　Why would it end up in Cong Gang's hands, was unknown.

　　Feng Xinglang kept feeling that this Cong Gang was like a ghost, with no fixed place to stay! He was like a wandering ghost, drifting about erratically.

　　Therefore, when Ye Xiaonian told him that Cong Gang had disappeared, and that there were no traces of a fight in the sickroom, he had thought of this possibility.

　　This was the third time Feng Xinglang had come here.

　　When he came back during the day, he only felt that this place was desolate. Not a trace of human life!

　　But tonight. He felt a chill down his spine!

　　With a "Ka Peng", Feng Xinglang broke the branch on the ground.

　　In this quiet and strange night, it sounded exceptionally ear-piercing.

　　In the late autumn, the fallen leaves were even stronger. Plus, it had been a long time since someone had cleaned up the place. On the cobblestone path that was more than 20 meters away from the villa's entrance, there were piles of dead branches and fallen leaves.

　　If he hadn't seen Cong Gang during the day, Feng Xinglang really felt that he was a Ghost Clan member that resided outside the borders of humans.

　　To think that he would live in such a s.h.i.+tty place! There was no village in front of him, and no store in the future. No one would know even if they died here.

　　Cha cha-cha cha-cha.

　　Feng Xinglang only raised his eyes to look in the direction of the flash, and his face was filled with rage. These three shots must have alerted the people in the villa that someone had infiltrated his territory.

　　The villa was almost completely covered by wooden vines and there was not a single light in the villa. It looked like an abandoned building that had been abandoned for years.

　　Was there a need to make it so horrifying? If he did not live in a nice villa in the city, what kind of expert was he going to be here?

　　Feng Xinglang frowned, stepping on the dried up leaves, he approached the entrance of the villa.

　　Just as he was about to knock on the door, it automatically opened.

　　Fortunately, Feng Xinglang was a fearless and fearless person, if he was a timid one, he would have ran away already.