Fang Fang walked into the dim villa and paused slightly.

He closed his eyes and used his remaining sense to carefully feel where that strange aura came from.

After a while, he was sure that the spiritual energy was coming from the room on the second floor, and then he went straight to the stairs at the end of the corridor.

Following the stairs to the second floor, he suddenly discovered that in the entire long corridor on the second floor, only the door of the middle room was lit by a dim oil lamp.

Equation determined the location, and it turned out to be the room he had just suspected outside the villa.

That room has been exuding the same aura as the one in the camp master's body, and it is even stronger than the aura in the camp master's body. There must be something inexplicable in it.

Fang Fang stepped forward and walked cautiously towards the room.

But before he reached the door of the room, Fang Fang heard the sound of some kind of primitive movement between a man and a woman. Hearing this, he blushed and immediately stopped and did not go any further.

There was a puzzled look on his face. If it was just the camp owner doing something with a woman in that room, then why was there such a strong aura emitting from it?

Is it the woman's problem, or... the camp owner's problem?

After struggling with the conflict for a long time, Equation, who really had no intention of peeking into other people's privacy, had no choice but to go and see what was in that house. Anyway, he had already come here. If he couldn't get any information, then the risk would be in vain.

Already.

So...he sneaked up.

Although the villa was indeed well built, the details were still unsatisfactory. The gap between the door and the door frame was large enough for Fang Fang to see clearly everything that happened in the room. When Fang Fang saw the scene in the room clearly, he couldn't help but grow up.

Mouth.

On the large carved bed in the room, I saw a man riding on the body of a woman with blue-purple hair and doing indescribable behaviors.

The woman's expression seemed to be one of pain and pleasure, and she was holding back bursts of moans.

And while the man was exercising, he was actually sucking the other woman's Yin Qi at the same time.

That man... is naturally the camp owner.

"Taking yin and replenishing yang?"

Fang Fang was suddenly shocked.

Collecting yin and replenishing yang, as the name suggests, absorbs the yin energy of women to replenish the yang energy of men.

There have long been legends in ancient China. The so-called Taoist harvesting of yin and replenishing yang means that men "have sex without leaking" and use women's "yin essence" to replenish their yang energy.

But now it seems that the owner of the camp first made the woman reach the peak of pleasure during the sexual intercourse between men and women, and the yin energy in her body reached its highest level, and then he absorbed all of it.

This method of "taking yin and replenishing yang" will greatly improve its effect, but it will cause great harm to women. If a woman is continuously sucked in yin like this, she will be exhausted and die violently within a few days.

But if many women are sucked in spiritual energy at intervals, their lifespan will be longer, but it will not exceed a few months.

When Fang Fang thought of this, her mind suddenly flashed back to the pile of women's corpses that she had buried in the middle of the night, and then... the smiling face of Chao Xi suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

His heart suddenly sank... Immediately, his eyes looked into the room again... The camp leader had stopped his movements and withdrew from the woman. He sat on the bed.

He lowered his head and seemed to be muttering something in a low voice, which Fang Fang couldn't hear clearly.

His eyes turned to the woman again.

I saw the woman lying limply on the bed, her skin was ashen, her eyes were dilated, as if she had lost her life.

Fang Fang was stunned and took two steps back involuntarily, but accidentally bumped into a vase placed on the corridor.

"Bang..." Although the sound was not loud, it could be heard clearly in this quiet night.

The sound in the room suddenly stopped.

Fang Fang knew that the camp owner must have heard the noise outside, so he hurriedly walked in the other direction of the corridor.

He didn't dare to stay at all. He walked to the stairs and went directly to the third floor. He thought that if he was discovered by others according to normal thinking, he would definitely choose to go downstairs. However, the equation went in the opposite direction. He thought that this would

safer.

After Fang Fang went up to the third floor, he stopped at the entrance of the stairs for a while. He heard the door of the room being opened and a man walked out, his steps slow and firm.

Fang Fang listened carefully to the direction the other party was heading, but was surprised to find that the other party did not go towards the stairs leading to the first floor, but chose to walk towards the stairs he was on that could go up to the third floor.

Fang Fang was startled, turned around hurriedly, chose a room in the middle and walked in. He wanted to find a way to leave the villa and reach the outside, so he went straight to the window. Unfortunately... the window was covered with wooden bars.

It was sealed. Fang Fang tried it and found that the camp owner didn't know what method he had used to seal the wooden strips very firmly. Even if his strength was beyond ordinary people, it was difficult to open it.

Fang Fang hurriedly wanted to get out of this room and move to another room, but he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and he couldn't get out! Only then did he look at this room seriously.

This seems to be a warehouse.

There were various tools, objects and even instruments of torture inside. Fang Fang looked at these things and thought about which one he could use as a weapon to defeat the evil and menacing camp leader.

ax?

Obviously not; whip, Fang Fang shook his head and put it back; copper pot?

Are you going to smash the camp leader’s head?

After searching around for equations but unable to find a suitable weapon, he stood behind the door and listened carefully to the sounds outside the door.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and it seemed that he was still two or three rooms away.

Fang Fang's palms were sweating tightly. He had not been so nervous for a long time. It was hard for him to imagine what would happen to him after he was caught by the camp leader.

He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer to him, and then, the people outside stopped at the door, and then...his hand slowly reached for the door handle.

Fang Fang stared intently at the door in front of him, and then slowly leaned against the wall behind him... The door handle was turned, and at the same time, Fang Fang's body suddenly touched a protrusion on the wall.

When he picked up the object, the wall behind him suddenly flipped 180 degrees, taking him to the other side of the wall.

Fang Fang was startled. When he reacted, he found that he was already in a dark room. The dark room was very dark, with only an oil lamp on the wall emitting a faint light.

It took him a while to get used to the weak light here. He looked around. This dark room was not too big. It could only accommodate about five or six people. There was nothing in it, only a big black one.

The lacquered wooden box stood there.

Fang Fang walked over curiously and opened the simple buckle on the box, "Click?"

With a sound, the black statue was opened, and Fang Fang suddenly felt a spiritual energy overflowing. He looked intently and saw that there was a box full of "spiritual wands" held by the elder brother in charge. Fang Fang was suddenly stunned.

Stunned.

At this time, people outside had already entered the room, and Fang Fang could imagine that he was standing at the door looking around the entire room at this moment.

And since he is the owner of this house, he naturally knows that there is a darkroom here. Maybe at this moment... he is standing in front of the darkroom, staring at the wall.

Fang Fang's eyes fell on the spiritual staff in the box. At the critical moment, he could only bite the bullet and try it.
Chapter completed!