C241 Wei Lao Si

I pushed open the door of the bungalow and turned on the light. I couldn't help but frown.

This was a kitchen. The stove was made of brick and mud. Although there was some dust, it could be seen that the previous owner had cleaned this place up quite neatly.

There was no one in the room.

Not even a ghost.

I can't help but laugh.

In the past, when he relied on just a few books