Xu Lang was still a step too late.
The security guard at the entrance of the neighborhood questioned him.
Fortunately, Xu Lang had experience as an online taxi driver.
A few good cigarettes were scattered over, and the security guard let them in after saying that he was here to receive the guests.
After Xu Lang entered, he looked at the red dot on the car navigation and confirmed the location of the middle-aged male spirit.。
Soon, Xu Lang drove the hearse and saw the middle-aged man's spirit standing in front of a house in a daze.
The middle-aged man's spirit seemed to have noticed Xu Lang as well. It looked over and turned back.
But this time, it did not leave.
In front of the middle-aged man was a six-story residential building.
The first and second floors were the same.
The living room was a two-story floor-to-ceiling window.
It was already past midnight, but the lights were still on.
The curtains weren't drawn, so he could vaguely see what was going on inside.
Xu Lang carefully moved the hearse close to the house.
The system still did not activate the mission to send the dark soul.
Xu Lang looked into the house curiously.
The interior of the room was luxuriously decorated, but it was now very simple and clean. Many places were covered with white cloth.
In the middle of the living room, Xu Lang saw a black and white photo.
It was a middle-aged man who looked quite energetic and had a serious expression on his face.
What was more eye-catching was her Mediterranean hairstyle.
Xu Lang understood that this was the home of the dark soul.
It seemed that this dark spirit still missed her home after her death.
Xu Lang sighed and shook his head.
This was human nature, but what was the use?
Just then, a woman walked into the living room.
The woman was about thirty years old and was dressed in black mourning clothes.
Probably because they were indoors, the mourning clothes were thinner, outlining her mature and charming figure.
The mourning clothes were wrapped tightly, revealing a bit of skin that was dazzlingly white.
She had a head of jet-black wavy hair, and her face was covered in tears.
Her facial features were bright and charming.
Although she wasn't as beautiful as Su Yingying, she could still be considered an 80% beauty with a hint of mature feminine charm.
Ah, the beautiful widow of an elite middle-aged man?
No wonder the Mediterranean man had such an obsession.
Xu Lang imagined himself as a middle-aged man and could not help but shiver.
The sense of immersion was too strong. Xu Lang immediately felt that he had to come back to take a look.
It seemed that he could only activate the mission of sending the dark souls after the middle-aged man had seen enough and let go of his obsession.
Xu Lang estimated that he would have to wait for the lights to go out in the room. It seemed that it would take at least ten minutes.
He parked the car, lit a cigarette, and waited by the roadside.
He did not expect Xu Lang to choke on his cigarette after taking a puff and cough repeatedly.
Another person walked out of the room.
It was a man in his thirties or forties.
The man was handsome and dressed in a suit. It was unknown if he was the Mediterranean man's colleague, but he looked like a decent man.
However, it wasn't human to be taking care of the beautiful widow of a deceased colleague at this late hour.
The man walked to the widow's side and lowered his head to say something, as if he was comforting her.
……
Everything they did was done in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Xu Lang slapped his forehead and covered his face. He thought to himself that he should at least draw the curtains.
It seemed like the Mediterranean male Yin Ling couldn't let go of the obsession in his heart.
In a trance, Xu Lang felt that the plot in front of him was inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it in some movie or drama.
Xu Lang's mind was in a mess. He didn't know what he was thinking, but some letters and numbers appeared in his mind. They were similar to the license plate number of his hearse.
……
It was probably because it was already late at night and there was no one outside the neighborhood, so he was not worried about being seen.
It was also possible that the two of them had already forgotten everything.
Anyway, Xu Lang felt that the two people in the room had no intention of drawing the curtains.
As he stared at the situation in the room, Xu Lang felt uneasy.
Mr. Mediterranean's spirit stood motionlessly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His expression could not be seen clearly.
It was self-evident what this scene meant to Mr. Mediterranean.
Xu Lang couldn't stand it anymore. He threw away the cigarette butt and considered whether he should go up and remind him.
At this moment, Xu Lang realized that the Qi of the two people in the French window was rather strange.
From the "qi" on that woman, it could be seen that she was not overly sad at all.
His Qi and blood were exuberant and full of vitality. The color of his Qi was as bewitching as peach blossoms.
However, next to his own "Qi" pillar, there was a much smaller pure black "Qi" pillar.
This "Qi" pillar was different from any that Xu Lang had seen before.
Xu Lang could feel the cold air coming from it even through the French windows.
Xu Lang could even vaguely feel the resentment.
Men's Qi was also slightly different. It was weaker than women's. Their bodies seemed to be strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
Furthermore, there was a hair-thin black thread wrapped around the yellow "Qi" pillar.
Xu Lang suddenly remembered that he had seen a similar Qi pillar before.
It was the Qi pillar on Su Yingying's body that he had seen a few days ago.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。