Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Suddenly and complacently, he continued to speak with a hint of threat.

"Wu Chen, oh Wu Chen, tell me, in case I find those strange things... I think it may be difficult for you to explain clearly~"

"You search for it first, then talk about it."

Wu Chen smiled, and directly made a gesture of invitation to Zhao Feng, "Since you have a search warrant, please come in."

"...you'd better not be so complacent!"

Zhao Feng was slightly irritated by the man's attitude, and his face couldn't help twisting a little.

Although it seemed that something was wrong, he still didn't think too much, and directly led the group of big men in black into the big iron gate that had been slowly opened to both sides.

A group of people rushed in just like that, and began to search through boxes and boxes.

...

Thirty minutes later.

With an unbelievable expression on his face, Zhao Feng led a group of big men in black who had found nothing, and walked out silently.

Full of question marks.

How could this be?

In the house of the number one psychic in the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Mountains, there is not a single psychic item? !

Not to mention the puppet part that the old man desperately wanted to get back.

This room, from some levels, is simply clean!

——Could it be that this is not Wu Chen's real home?

Or……

Thinking about it, Zhao Feng suddenly took a deep breath, simply opened his deep spiritual vision, and stared at the magnificent mansion.

But his legs were almost weak from the fright of the scene in front of him.

I saw that at this time, on both sides of the gate of this big mansion, there were actually two ghost messengers, one black and one white, standing on the left and the right!

These two ghost messengers, who were so familiar to him, were staring at him expressionlessly.

Zhao Feng was immediately stunned.

what's the situation.

Why, the black and white impermanence of the underworld would stand at Wu Chen's door and guard the door for him!

Even if Wu Chen is the strongest psychic, he shouldn't be able to have such ability!

Or, these two are just illusions fabricated by Wu Chen out of thin air...

Thinking about it, Zhao Feng suddenly mustered up some courage, silently took out a piece of talisman paper, and held it in his hand.

And walked two steps silently towards this black and white impermanence.

However, before he even raised his hand, that black and white impermanence suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled sinisterly.

Immediately afterwards, two chains condensed from the black mist suddenly sprang out from the ground, wrapping around his calf just like that...

The two chains hung back left and right, forcing Zhao Feng's legs to go limp, and he just knelt down paralyzed.

Howling, kowtowing to the black and white ghost envoy.

"... Mr. Zhao Feng?!"

Seeing the scene of Zhao Feng kneeling down at the gate of other people's house suddenly, with a strange wailing scene, Zhao Feng's subordinates couldn't help being shocked.

Words, words, they have heard of it before they came, what kind of psychic's house is this, but it's very evil...

Could it be that Mr. Zhao Feng was bewitched immediately after walking around that house once?

Thinking about it, the big men in black were frightened into a cold sweat.

In addition, the big house in front of me became more and more eerie and terrifying. A group of people didn't dare to think about it, so they rushed forward in a hurry and lifted Zhao Feng up.

Afterwards, he panicked and ran away in a desperate manner...

Xiang Xing and Wu Chen looked at each other silently, and shrugged helplessly.

Fortunately, Zhao Feng is still a psychic, so he was scared away by the impermanence of black and white...