"I will tell you when I see her."

Aunt Wang went upstairs in a daze.

Duan Lang whispered: "Huanhuan, Aunt Wang's daughter is really gone?"

Huanhuan nodded.

Duan Lang couldn't help but say, "Then what she is holding in her hand?"

Huanhuan obviously also sympathized with Aunt Wang and said quietly: "Aunt Wang's daughter is not in that body."

Not in the body?

Ghost baby?

Duan Lang's expression was bitter, and he really couldn't look at this world with a normal person's eyes.

"Big brother, I'm going home for dinner. Will I go to play with you another day?"

"Okay, it's time for me to go back."

Follow Huanhuan upstairs.

However, on the fourth floor, a man and a woman stood at the entrance of the aisle.

Duan Lang stopped and dared not move.

The two of them looked pale as if dead, and there was a hideous wound on the man's neck, and the blood had dried up. He stood there, giving people a terrifying sense of oppression.

As for the woman, she was in her thirties, holding a fruit knife in her hand, with black blood stains on her body.

"Mom and Dad."

Screaming.

Huanhuan's father had a ferocious expression, and he looked like he was about to kill someone, and roared:

"Where have you been?"

Huanhuan lowered her head: "I'm going to play football."

"If you play football, you will know how to play football all day long. Why don't you die outside?"

This bad temper.
Chapter completed!