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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 God.

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 shitty 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.

The living room was in total darkness!

Fortunately, what was approaching him was not the smell of a corroded corpse.

It was the scent of a Chinese herbal medicine! It was not pungent at all!

He took a step into the darkness and heard the sound of a door being locked behind him. It was so strange that it caused people to shudder.

"Cong Gang, are you dead? If he\'s not dead, then turn on the light for my old man! "

Feng Xinglang was really not used to this dark and strange atmosphere. He still liked to live under the sun!

Although his heart had become gloomy because of his big brother Feng Lixin\'s death.

The light in the living room went on. It was not the kind of dazzling light, but the kind that came from Youyou, with a tinge of pale cold light.

Smelling the smell of the Chinese herbal medicine, Feng Xinglang headed towards the training room. He had been here before, and although he was not familiar with it, he was not completely ignorant.

The closer they got to the gym, the stronger the smell of herbal medicine became.

Feng Xinglang was sure that Cong Gang was in the gym.

Cong Gang was the name Feng Xinglang gave him afterwards. He even re-applied for Hong Kong citizenship. As for what Cong Gang was called before, and who he was, Feng Xinglang did not know much about it!

Feng Xinglang did not care about his past! He only cared about Cong Gang following his tracks.

In the gym, besides some equipment, there was also a circular bath. Half of it was on the ground, while the other half had sunk into the basement.

It should be a medicinal bath. There was a strong smell of herbal medicine coming from inside. There were also wisps of steam.

Feng Xinglang stepped onto the stairs and stared at the flat, mirror-like brown water surface.

The surface of the water was dark, so it was impossible to see what was happening under the water. However, Feng Xinglang knew that in order to maintain the water level of a flat mirror, the people underwater had to hold their breath for at least three to four minutes before they could finally calm the water.

A normal person being able to hold their breath underwater for three to four minutes could already be considered training, but Cong Gang was a patient who had just recovered from a serious injury.

Feng Xinglang stood by the side of the pool and watched the movement underwater with narrowed eyes. He had a lot of patience.

After another two to three minutes, there was some movement under the water and a strong and healthy body emerged from the water.

A resolute face surfaced. It\'s Cong Gang!

Cong Gang grabbed a towel from the side of the pool and wiped away the remaining herbs on his face.

"Your injury hasn\'t fully healed yet, how did you get out of the hospital? No one will know even if you die here and become a dried up corpse! "

Seeing that Cong Gang did not intend to come out from the pool, Feng Xinglang sat on the edge of the pool for a while.

Knowing that the next topic would not be too short, Feng Xinglang lit up a cigarette and took his time. His handsome face, which was shrouded in smoke, was filled with an uncertain melancholy.

"You already know the identity of that big fish, why didn\'t you tell me?"

So it turned out that Feng Xinglang was here to threaten him tonight. Since there were no traces of a fight, then Cong Gang must have ran out on his own.

Since he was able to run away on his own, then his injuries must have been controlled.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang who had been waiting impatiently, took the initiative to come over and force the issue with Cong Gang.

"I don\'t know!"

Cong Gang replied indifferently. He was very straightforward, not wasting any time.

Feng Xinglang\'s handsome face slowly twisted. He took in a deep breath of smoke, letting the pungent smoke spread to his lungs and respiratory tract before slowly exhaling.

He turned his body and stared at Cong Gang\'s resolute and angular face, and muttered word by word.

"I didn\'t hear clearly. Say it again!"

This kind of threatening method had always been effective in dealing with Ye Yicheng. To be able to deal with the stubborn Cong Gang, he seemed to be slightly weaker.

Instead, he covered his face with a towel, not wanting to say another word to Feng Xinglang.

The injuries on Cong Gang\'s body, had not yet healed. He was just a man made of carbohydrates, not a god, not a ghost who would never die.

Cong Gang\'s silence made the anger accumulated in Feng Xinglang\'s heart grow larger and larger. It wasn\'t that he couldn\'t stand Cong Gang\'s neglect, but that he really couldn\'t wait to take revenge for his big brother Feng Lixin.

A wisp of smoke curled up between the distinct joints of his fingers as it burned, and on Feng Xinglang\'s handsome face, it became even more hazy.

Slowly, Feng Xinglang cut off the smoke in his fingers, and then, he gathered the strength on his arms in an attempt to attack.

Feng Xinglang had trained in fighting techniques before, so he could be considered a professional. However, in front of Cong Gang who was an evil person who took fighting as his livelihood, he seemed to become gloomy.

"Stop trying... You can\'t beat me! "

Cong Gang slowed his speech, and it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.