Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Murong and his wife spent ten minutes retelling what Xiang Xing had read in the materials.

"...Hey! Look, Mr. Wu, my wife and I are both so old, how can we stand the singing in the middle of the night! It really made us both mentally poor recently..."

Mr. Murong pointed at the haggard faces and dark circles under the eyes of himself and his wife, and sighed sadly, "I really don't know what evil I did..."

As soon as the word "crime" was uttered, Xiang Xing and Wu Chen had a meal at the same time.

Suddenly, I felt a strange and eerie chill coming from somewhere behind.

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

After thinking about it, Wu Chen simply opened his mouth and interrupted Mr. Murong's whining first.

"At what time did you both hear the singing?"

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, then turned to glance at Xiang Xing.

The little guy was taken aback for a moment, but immediately came to his senses, quickly took out his phone, opened the memo, and made a record.

The old man frowned and said, "What time is it? Let me think about it... it's almost after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night."

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

The old lady Murong also echoed, and did not complain angrily, "You should know, if we old people are woken up at that hour, it is easy to have a heart attack..."

"That's right, what kind of heart does this singer have... We usually follow the rules and obey the law, and we haven't done anything bad... Why did we get targeted by that thing..."

The two old men were talking, and suddenly complained again.

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

I can only interrupt again: "Okay, you two, calm down first, and leave everything to us."

Wu Chen said, and suddenly glanced at the row of rooms upstairs.

He said casually, "Which bedroom do you two live in?"

"Oh, it's the one on the far left."

Mr. Murong pointed to the innermost room on the west side of the corridor.

After a while, he paused, suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help screaming, "Oh, maybe it's because the bedroom I asked is too close to the next door..."

"If that kind of thing is really causing trouble, it doesn't matter how far or near it is."

Wu Chen raised his hand slightly, interrupting old man Murong's worries.

He glanced quickly again and observed for a while.

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

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

After that, listen carefully.

A series of unimaginable and inexplicable operations made the two old men shudder.

He couldn't help trembling, and subconsciously muttered: "Mr. Wu, what are you doing...why did you knock on the door? How could someone answer him in that room..."

Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing beside him couldn't help but smile without thinking.

Come forward quickly, comforting softly.

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

Although she did see a black cloak she had seen before suddenly appearing next to the man, and then suddenly rushed into the room.

Afterwards, a thin, trembling middle-aged man was picked out and taken away.

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

Ok.

The little guy made a silent decision in his heart, then tilted his head, and continued to blink his soft eyes at the two old men.