Chapter 493: House on the house (1)

"The driver fled, and we all couldn't drive, what should we do?"
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly at Xuehu Road, "Do you want us to walk back?"
Xuehu jumped from her arms and transformed into an adult form. "Walk slowly back then."
"There are more than a hundred kilometers."
Yang Zimei said with a little sweat, "At our speed, we may have to go to dawn."
"It's dawn, it's dawn, I want to go with you!"
Xuehu said in a stubborn tone never before.
Yang Zimei looked at him, thinking that he was leaving tomorrow. It would be good to be able to get along like this.
The two walked side by side ...
A white skirt flutters, a costume is white-capped, and both have their hairs hanging down to their waists. They walk with a little light work, like the wind at their feet, and they are walking elegantly and quickly on the road.
Occasionally, a car passed by them, thinking that they had met ghosts, and they were so scared that they ran.
Every time I saw a car scared away, Yang Zimei couldn't help but want to laugh. I thought it was really fun to pretend to be so scary.
"Girl, let me sing for you!"
Xuehu looked at her smile that finally came out, squinting and smiling.
"Okay!"
Yang Zimei readily agreed.
The sound of Xuehu sounds so good, as if from the sounds of nature, that singing is definitely also pleasant.
Xuehu cleared his throat and sang.
The more Yang Zimei heard, the more familiar his pronunciation became. He couldn't help asking: "What language do you sing?"
"I don't know what language it is. I only know that this is an old song that has been passed down by our foxes." Xuehu Road.
"Where do I seem to hear the singing in this language?" Yang Zimei thought hard.
"Unless it has been sung by your man, no one else can sing." Xuehu said.
"Yes, yes, he used to sing a similar lullaby."
Yang Zimei roughly hummed the tone of the lullaby.
"I can sing too."
Xuehu sang softly.
His voice is different from the low magneticity of the dragon day by day. He hums with an ethereal soft sound, has a unique flavor, and has a real hypnotic effect.
Xiao Qian immediately fell asleep with hypnosis.
Yang Zimei also started yawning and wanted to sleep in bed.
Xuehu stopped singing and looked at her and asked, "Is this it?"
Yang Zi nodded, "Almost the same."
"Then your man has at least half of our pedigree, otherwise, I will not be so familiar with the breath on him." Xuehu said.
"Half-human half-demon?"
Yang Zimei asked in confusion.
"It's possible, but I can't find the trace of his demon. Anyway, he feels weird to me." Xuehu said.
Yang Zimei told what happened to the peach card on Long Zhutian, and took out the peach card to Xuehu. "Can you see, is it any different?"
Xuehu did not accept the Taomu card, shook his head and said, "I don't know. Many things may be a kind of fate."
Yang Zimei's fingers touched the lines on the peach wood card. Yes, it may be a fate, otherwise, it will not be lost in Africa, and eventually returned to her hands a thousand miles.
The two walked and saw a house on the side of the road, lit with lights, and noisy.
Yang Zimei looked up, and saw that the air over the house was full of evil spirits.
If you look closely, you find that the door of this house is facing very strangely.