After smashing the two photos, Lu Changliu's mood calmed down a lot. His hands were brushing past his temples gracefully, as if he was tidying up the non-existent scattered hair. Then he put his palm on his lower abdomen dignifiedly, and he tiptoed to open the door and walked out.

The plot turned sharply. E Jingbai, who was alarmed by the movement inside, was hesitating whether to break into the door. As a result, the door opened. He pulled Di Bingqiao to hide in the shadows again, observing Lu Changliu who was walking down with his back to them. Feng Rong in the multimedia screening room also stood up and said, "Yingkong and I go to the stairs, Meng Tian and Xiaodai go to the study to wait, Rongzi and Xiaolan stay here."

When the word "li" fell, Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong had already left the multimedia screening room, and no one else dared to delay and did their own jobs.

Fei Rong watched them with eyes and was confused: "Why am I staying with you?"

Ding Youlan has installed pinhole cameras everywhere during the day. At this time, he can turn out the main interface and see other team members separately. When he heard Fei Rong's words, he subconsciously said: "I think you talk too much."

"..." Fei Rong pressed her finger bones creaked, "Wait for me next time in the fighting class."

Ding Youlan, who told the truth, was instantly: "..."

Lu Changliu walked barefootly, and he was as light as he was floating, with the ancient taste of a lady with a lotus steps moving lightly, and the wide nightgown was swaying according to his movements... If he had just changed a woman, it wouldn't be so terrifying!

E Jingbai and Di Bingqiao did not communicate with each other, and just hung behind him secretly. When they turned to the corner of the stairs, they saw the minister and assistant Lin waiting below. Feng Rong gestured to them, asking them not to follow too tightly, while he himself stood straight next to the railing. When Lu Changliu walked down, he would wipe his body directly past him. Lin Yingkong imagined the kind of "zero-distance contact" and wanted to change his position with Feng Rong, but Feng Rong misunderstood his meaning and pulled him a little. Lin Yingkong could only: "..."

Lu Changliu walked in that posture naturally not fast. When he "floated" down the stairs, it was still very beautiful to just look at the silhouettes. However, as the distance approached, Feng Rong saw the expression on his face clearly. It was a kind of darkness mixed with gloomy, and even a trace of charming death. Just looking at the expression made people who were used to subduing demons and eliminating demons want to throw a stack of talismans over.

Feng Rong did nothing and stood there motionlessly, like a pillar integrated with the railing. Lu Changliu's left hand was stacked on his right hand, and the string of topaz bracelets engraved with the Eighteen Vajra showed a warm luster in the unbright light. The doubt in Feng Rong's eyes flashed by. Lu Changliu also rubbed his body and walked down the stairs at this moment, without hiding or avoiding it. It seemed that he was really sleepwalking and had no observation of external things.

Lu Changliu had already started walking in the living room, just like he described during the day. Lin Yingkong jealously pulled the minister's sleeve and asked, "How is it?"

E Jingbai and Di Bingqiao have also come down to meet with them. Feng Rong shook his head, "No response."

"Is it really sleepwalking?" Di Bingqiao looked at Lu Changliu who was wandering around with strange behavior in suspicion. If the evil spirit leaned over, he would not have turned a blind eye to them, right?

In the multimedia screening room, Ding Youlan cut off the stairs just now and planned to play it at a slow speed later to see if Lu Changliu really didn't respond to other people's approach.

After wandering around the living room for a few minutes, Lu Changliu turned around and went to the study room. Feng Rong and others pulled apart and followed. Zhu Mengtian and Cheng Xiaodai in the study room saw Lu Changliu coming in, and hurriedly woke up. They stared at him and walked around the room for a few times. Finally, they stopped in front of the door inside and opened the door.

The staircase behind the door was very narrow, and it was difficult to deal with when something went wrong. Feng Rong did not let everyone follow in at once, but asked himself and Lin Yingkong to go down first. The door in the study room was equipped with an alarm system. Although Ding Youlan had invaded and controlled the system, Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong still used a breathing technique to seal their breath, and then followed Lu Changliu.

The next thing was similar to that during the day. They followed Lu Changliu, watching him scan the iris, unzip the complex password lock, and finally opened the door to the collection room. The spiritual energy of the antiques became more intense at night. When they poured out from it, Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong frowned slightly - most of the things collected by the owner were not ordinary antiques.

Lu Changliu had turned on the lights, but the various antique treasures inside were more dazzling than the lights. The breath in the collection room floated a lot more than during the day, and even some extremely subtle whispers could be heard. Lu Changliu seemed to have not realized it, and walked in, walking between the glass display cabinets, his fingertips streaked across the cold glass surface, as if a gentle kiss had fallen.

Feng Rong used radio and Ding Youlan to confirm that the alarm system had been turned off, and then he notified E Jingbai and Di Bingqiao, among the four team members waiting in the study, to come in first with Lin Yingkong.

As soon as he stepped into the collection room, the floating spiritual power became more agitated, and the chirping whispers spread in the air. A sharp child said in a voice: "Look, look, the smell on that person is very good."

A young man continued in a voice: "But the person next to him tastes so terrifying."

An old man's voice penetrated in: "Shh, don't talk, they seem to be able to hear it."

So the chirping sound disappeared instantly, and the clamoring spiritual power was suppressed. Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong looked at each other, and Lin Yingkong immediately fixed his shaking shadow. Feng Rong slowly evacuated the water spiritual power into the air. He glanced at the collection room and finally fell on a pair of glass handballs. Even if his eyes were calm, it naturally brought a sense of oppression from the superior.

The sharp little child screamed immediately: "He saw me, so scary. Why is such a good taste so scary... "

"..." Lin Yingkong suddenly had a blue vein, and his man was said to taste very good or something... Very good. Can he throw this pair of glass handballs into Laojun's gossip furnace?!

The sharp voice seemed to feel the malice from the world. In an instant, his voice stopped and he said tremblingly: "Can they really hear us?"

"Idiot!" a woman shouted, "If you shut up, they won't be able to hear it!"

The old man's voice penetrated in halfway: "Miss porcelain, your voice seems to be the biggest..."

The woman's voice was furious: "Will no one know if you don't remind me!!!"

E Jingbai and his men who just came in: "..."

Antiquities have spirits, but practicing Taoism is not easy. In most cases, these creatures cannot cultivate human form, and they are relatively... Well, their thinking is simple. Feng Rong pressed the corner of his twitching mouth. Seeing that Lu Changliu had already opened a glass display cabinet and took out an antique and hugged it, he gestured to others to stare at it. He walked to the pair of glass handballs and observed it. The pair of handballs had not strong spiritual power. They should have had spiritual intelligence in recent years. Feng Rong was silent for a moment, and after hearing some suspected trembling sound of teeth, he whispered: "Can you ask for something?"

The whole space was silent for three seconds, and then another scream from a child: "He is he talking to me?"

Other antiques with wisdom also silenced for a few seconds. The old man seemed to be the leader here, and he spoke carefully: "This... fellow Taoist?"

"Senior, you are polite," Feng Rong said tepidly, "We are both creatures who practice Taoism, but I just want to ask you for help. You probably won't refuse, right?"

The call is called senior, but this tone is a statement. The struggle of strength determines everything. This sentence is very important to the ears of a group of antiques that are not even complete in human form. The child's voice - Liuli Handball, immediately flattered: "Good luck, if you have something to do, you will say that we must do our best to go through fire and water as long as we don't die!"

The field team members of the General Office and a group of antiques: "..."

The old man's voice was silent for a moment, and he didn't know if he was calming down the excitement of smashing the Liuli handball into pieces. After a while, he said: "I don't know what fellow Taoist wants to ask?"

"There are not many problems," Feng Rong pointed to Lu Changliu, who was obsessed with holding a picture of a hundred-life, "First, is your master a human or a ghost?"

The antiques that are together day and night should be the most sensitive to the owner's breath. The old man didn't say anything, but the woman said, "Since you can see through our true body, then whether you are a human or a ghost, why can't you tell the difference?"

"I know whether it is a human or a ghost," Feng Rong said calmly, "But is this man the original man? The ghost is not the original man, and is there another person or other ghost hidden under the human skin? I'm going to ask you."

Lin Yingkong, not far away, couldn't help laughing, and Zhu Mengtian muttered: "The minister usually doesn't say anything, but he just cheats the child with one sound... Cough cough, I didn't say anything!" Lin Yingkong glanced at him lightly, and he was immediately choked.

The antiques were indeed a little dizzy by the Fengrong. Liuli Handball said carefully: "Hero, will you not kill me if I say to you?"

"..." Does he look like a murderer? Feng Rong said expressionlessly: "You said."

The glass handball rolled on the silk in the glass display cabinet and lowered his voice: "I have been with the master for a long time, but the master has been a little strange recently."

"What's strange?" Feng Rong Leran. Although the opponent's spiritual intelligence has not been opened for a long time, the Lu Changliu breath on its body is the strongest.
Chapter completed!