Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

At this time, he didn't think it was just a prank done by others.

Song Qingzhu frowned when he heard the sound, and looked at Rong Junchu.

"Who are you?" Rong Junchu said in a low voice, clenched his right hand tightly.

"Who am I? Haha, Young Master Rong, I haven't seen you for a few days. You have become more humorous. For now, I, will tell you who I am?"

The voice said, it sounded very weird.

Rong Junchu gritted his teeth, "Is it easy for you?"

Following Rong Junchu's opening, Song Qingzhu's heart was also suspended.

"Hey, as expected of Young Master Rong, I understood it in an instant. Yes, Young Master Rong is here with me right now. The food is delicious and spicy. Don't worry, Young Master Rong."

The voice on the other end of the phone continued, with a wicked smile as he spoke.

"Where is it? Tell me the location. You want money, right? Give me the number, and I'll bring it to you in a while." Rong Junchu said hastily.

Song Qingzhu on the side clenched his hands tightly, but there was nothing he could do.

"Money? Haha, we are not those rubbish kidnappers, we just want to invite Young Master Rong to come and play for two days."

"Playing?" Rong Junchu frowned slightly: "Are you sure?"

"Of course, it's just that if you don't do what I say...hehe, then you can't blame us."

"Okay, let's do as you said, where is Yi Yi now?" Rong Junchu said firmly.

"You want to know that?"

"What do you say!"

"Okay, okay, young master Rong, don't get excited. Since you want to know so much, I'd better tell you. Listen carefully, I'll just say it once."

The voice said, with a faint smile, as if he liked the feeling of playing with people in the palm of his hand very much.

But Rong Junchu had no choice but to listen wholeheartedly, and Song Qingzhu on the side also listened to him.

"at……"

After the voice finished speaking, Rong Junchu's pupils increased.

There were only bursts of wild laughter on the other end of the phone.

Rong Junchu hung up the phone directly at this point, turned his head, and looked at Song Qingzhu.

"How?" Song Qingzhu said slowly.

"Go, go and have a look." Although Rong Junchu didn't really believe the caller just now, but now, he couldn't give up any possibility, even if the probability was only [-]%.

Looking at Rong Junchu's firm eyes, Song Qingzhu suppressed the words that just came to his lips again.

"Okay, let's go."

The two of them agreed, got into the car and started to drive in that direction.

Cemetery Street.

This is an extremely remote street, it can be said to be the most deserted street in this city.

But at this moment, a sudden high beam broke the darkness here.

On the side of the dark road, a villa looks very lonely.

Rong Junchu was parking the car at the entrance of the villa.

Rong Junchu and Song Qingzhu got out of the car quickly.

Looking at the dark and gloomy villa in front of him, Rong Junchu's brows did not loosen.

This is a European-style villa, with many ivy crawling on the walls, perfectly setting off the gloom here.

It's like no one has lived in it for many years.

Coupled with the faint moonlight cast by the night, the hearts of Song Qingzhu and Rong Junchu were filled with dignity.

"What should we do now?"

Looking at the villa in front of him, Song Qingzhu also frowned, turned to Rong Junchu, and spoke solemnly.

"Come on, go in and have a look." Rong Junchu said, and walked straight to the villa.

"Wait for me." Song Qingzhu could only keep up with Rong Junchu's pace.

The two walked up the cobblestone path in the front yard of the villa together.

The gloomy surroundings give people a very depressing feeling.

"Be careful." Rong Junchu's voice came to his ears, dignified and at the same time, there was a trace of worry.

"Yes." Song Qingzhu nodded.

Rong Junchu hesitated for two seconds before pushing open the door of the villa that seemed to have been covered in dust for many years.

A little ashes fell from the door, causing the two to cough.

The scene of the hall came into the eyes of the two as the dust fell.

Dimness is still the only theme here.

It is roughly the same as the general living room, equipped with sofas and coffee tables.

The only strange thing is that apart from these two things, it can be said to be a barren house.

Rong Junchu turned on the flashlight, and the sudden light pierced the darkness.

The whole picture of the living room is revealed with the movement of light.

On the wall, one after another, like traces of fire, were laid one after another.

The stairs are deep in the living room.

"Go up and have a look." Song Qingzhu said slowly, although the environment here is a bit scary.

But when she thought that the possibility of being easy was probably in it, she still clenched her teeth.

"Let's go, be careful." Rong Junchu replied after hearing the words.

After the sound fell, the two walked cautiously towards the stairs, using a flashlight to check everything around them as they walked.

"Be careful of the trap, I don't believe that if they let us come here, there will be nothing."

Rong Junchu spoke with a dignified voice.

Hearing the sound, Song Qingzhu could only grab Rong Junchu's arms, and hummed softly.

When stepping on the stairs, the sound of babbling kept ringing, and because it was a wooden staircase, Song Qingzhu's heart hung up even more.

Walking up to the second floor, it is different from the first floor. There are many things here, such as potted plants, paintings on the wall, chairs, TVs and so on.

But the most noticeable thing is a box near the corner, half the size of a human.

"You go here, I'll go there." Rong Junchu said, looking at the other rooms.

Song Qingzhu nodded, and the two parted ways.

However, even after the two of them had finished checking the place, Yi's figure was not found.

Even if it was a clue, nothing was found.

"Damn it, I was tricked." Rong Junchu punched the wall beside him, gritted his teeth, and his face was full of anger.

He has always played tricks on others, but today, it was his turn to play tricks on him.

"Don't worry, it's useless to worry." Seeing this, Song Qingzhu could only comfort her, looking into Rong Junchu's eyes, full of worry.

Rong Junchu didn't speak.

At this time.

The familiar ringtone of the mobile phone rang again, making their nerves tense again.

Rong Junchu picked up the phone, and it was displaying the mysterious person who called last time.

Looking at Song Qingzhu, Rong Junchu pressed the connection button.

Sure enough, as soon as the connect button was pressed, there was a hoarse hissing sound from the other end of the phone.

"Hey?"

Rong Junchu spoke solemnly.

"Hi, is this Young Master Rong?"

The strange electronic synthesizer sounded again, causing Rong Junchu to clenched his right hand tightly, and his veins popped out.

If this bastard was in front of him now, he might be able to punch him through.

"Yes, what?" Rong Junchu paused every word.

"Oh, don't be so fierce. Don't you know, Young Master Rong, kindness makes money."

The voice laughed, laughing disgustingly.

Hearing this, Song Qingzhu couldn't bear it anymore, and gritted his teeth: "You're a bastard! It's easy, isn't it here?"