The Vengeful Spirit of Zhou Xiechun

At the entrance of another bedroom, several charred corpses lay upside down.

The door was tightly shut.

Wanwan walked over, and Huang Xikong reached out to twist the doorknob open. Inside, there was a trace of human presence.

“I’ll go in and take a look first,” Huang Xikong said, not allowing Wanwan to enter.

Wanwan obediently stood at the doorway.

After Huang Xikong went in, he saw the scene inside the room. Three severely injured individuals and a golden retriever were huddled in the corner of the study, trembling in fear. The youngest-looking one among them was a heavily wounded young Taoist priest.

Huang Xikong signaled to Wanwan, and only then did the little girl walk in.