Old Meng covered his forehead.
"Fuck, too rash..."
He never thought an ordinary place would have so many demons and ghosts.
He glanced at the small path that had been made at the side—honestly, there was no one he could complain to about this shit.
In theory, if it were a normal residential complex, there'd be nothing wrong.
But if it isn't, then he barged in uninvited, used some special tricks, jumped the wall, and trespassed on someone else's turf—in this situation, if he got hanged to death, it was because he broke the rules first, so he'd deserve it.
Old Meng himself thought he'd been blinded by that spiritual sensation stretching thousands of miles; having been hanged just now actually wasn't unreasonable, it followed the rules perfectly.
So, he just wanted to get his vehicle and his box back.
Now after hearing Four-eyed Mole Cricket describe it, he was getting a headache. He'd actually been bugged by someone?!
"What does he want?"
