Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet ( 2 )

Chapter 333: Little psionic assistant, soft and cute, and can eat (9-10)

The Murong and his wife took ten minutes to repeat what Xiang Xing had read in the information.

"...Oh! Mr. Wu, you see, my wife and I are both so old, how can we stand the midnight singing! It really made us both of us have a terribly poor spirit recently..."

Elder Murong pointed to the haggard faces and dark circles of his wife and his wife, and sighed with a frown, "I really don't know what evil he has done..."

Xiang Xing and Wu Chen had a meal at the same time when the word "incriminate" was exported.

Suddenly, a strange and weird chill came from somewhere behind him.

Even the crazy wolf lying on the side noticed it and roared lowly.

After thinking about it, Wu Chen simply spoke up and interrupted Mr. Murong's grievance first.

"When did both of you hear the singing?"

As he said, he suddenly paused, then motioned to Xiang Xing.

The little guy was taken aback, and immediately reacted. He quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the memo, and took notes.

Just listen to the old man frowning and saying: "What time is it? I think about it... It's almost after midnight, right."

"It's three or four o'clock in the morning at the latest."

Old Mrs. Murong also echoed, and complained angrily, "You know, if we old people are awakened at that point, it is easy to have a heart attack..."

"That's right, what kind of heart is this singing... We usually follow the rules and abide by the law, and we haven't done any bad things... Why are we caught by that thing..."

As the two elderly people were talking, they complained again.

The man and the little guy couldn't help but look at each other helplessly.

I can only interrupt again: "Okay, you two, calm down, let us handle everything."

As Wu Chen said, he glanced lightly at the row of rooms upstairs.

He said casually, "Which bedroom do you two live in?"

"Oh, it's the one on the far left."

Father Murong pointed to the innermost room on the west side of the corridor.

After a while, he paused, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh, could it be because the bedroom I asked was too close to the next door..."

"If it's that kind of thing, it doesn't matter how far or near it is."

Wu Chen raised his hand slightly, interrupting Mr. Murong's worries.

He glanced quickly again and observed for a while.

Immediately turned around, wandered up the stairs to the second floor, and went all the way to the door of the old couple's bedroom.

Fu Qing raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.

Then listen carefully.

A series of unthinkable, with a touch of inexplicable operation, made the two old people's hair horrified.

I couldn't help but tremble, and muttered subconsciously: "What is Mr. Wu doing... Why is he knocking on the door? How could someone answer him in that room..."

Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing on the side couldn't help but smile without thinking.

Hurry up and comforted him softly.