Zion cautiously returned to the room connected to the kitchen.

This room had no door, or rather, it had two doors, one connecting to the kitchen and one connecting to the hallway.

Zion quickly glanced around and saw that the dim room was quiet and empty, with nothing in sight.

Susie followed behind Zion, calmly observing her surroundings.

Dad said that no matter where we go or what environment we are in, we should always make sure to understand our surroundings as soon as possible.

Even in the place where you felt the safest and posed no threat to you, you must not hold a contemptuous attitude.

Often, it is the insignificant underestimation that leads to one's own dire straits in the future.

Susie no longer catches ghosts herself now, but she is still diligently studying.

The room was very small, and the entire bed was placed horizontally to fit against both walls.

The depth is quite deep. Originally, there should have been a wardrobe and a desk at the end of the bed. There are a few traces of less dust on the floor, which should be left by the legs of the table and the cabinet.

There was a poster hanging on the wall, it was a poster of the popular TV series "Huan Zhu Ge Ge" from the past.

In addition, under the bed, it was dark and gloomy, with tattered mats and some cotton fluff from the blankets piled up underneath.

"Sister... you, you go first," Zion said with a surrendering tone, but his hands and feet did not allow him to surrender.

He reached out and blocked Susie behind him.

Zion was feeling confused. Subconsciously, he wanted to protect his sister, but he was also very afraid. He felt like he was going to have a split personality.

Susie smirked and chuckled secretly, saying, "Sure, I'll go ahead."

In fact, there was no progress made either.

The two of them dawdled, Zion didn't leave, and Susie also had patience and didn't leave.

Five minutes passed, and the two of them moved three steps.

Zion: "Sister..."

Susie: "Hmm, I'm here~"

Mitch: "..."

The little one has become more and more like Kellen. Ah... Suddenly, I miss her when she was three and a half years old, when she knew nothing and couldn't speak clearly.

At that time, his master was very useful.

Mitch thought and felt sad, so he extended his foot and kicked Zion again.

Zion took a few big steps and arrived directly in front of the bed!

"!!"

He turned around in a hurry, and there was no one behind him except for his sister.

Did the younger sister kick him?

No, it couldn't be my sister, even if she was the only one behind me, Zion believed that his sister wouldn't do such a thing.

Zion gritted his teeth and forcefully lifted the mosquito net!

There was nothing!

Zion let out a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face. "Sister, there is nothing here either, let's go..."

Susie shook her head and said, "Brother, you haven't finished searching yet!"

Zion froze for a moment, his feet suddenly shrinking, and what came to his mind was under the bed.

A long pain is not as good as a short pain!

He suddenly dropped down and mustered up all his courage to look under the bed!

Cotton, torn mat...

Although it is not empty, it can be finished at a glance, indeed there is nothing.

"Okay, okay, there really wasn't anything. Maybe that ghost saw you, sister, and really ran away."

After all, my younger sister was very talented, very talented!

Who knew Susie still shook her head, "Brother, I haven't finished searching yet."

Zion was about to explode, and there was still somewhere left to search!

At this moment, he had no idea that he had been directly pushed out by Susie and Mitch for training, and he really had no preparation at all.

All his thoughts were focused on protecting his sister, so it was only natural for him to stand in front and help her find the ghost, instead of letting her go first.

Zion was thinking about these things, looking a bit absent-minded.

Where else haven't you looked?

Zion looked around and noticed that there was nothing in the room anymore, except for the bed.

Is it still on the ceiling?

Zion looked up and glanced at the ceiling.

The house still had its previous architectural style, with a thick horizontal beam, but there was nothing on it, and there was no female ghost hanging from it.

Zion's consciousness hadn't yet reached the mosquito net above, but his eyes, as if instinctively, had already looked past it.

As a result, I came face to face with a swollen face!

A face, quietly hidden at the top of the mosquito net, revealed one eye.

Her skin was very fair, extremely fair, and quite intimidating.

The eyes and skin were like steamed buns, with a layer blown up on the surface, even the scalp was blown up, and the hair hung strangely on both sides of the ears.

Not only that, but his hair also looked wet, as if it had been soaked in water or he had sweated profusely. As Zion looked further down, it indeed appeared as if he had been soaked, with his clothes clinging to his body.

At a glance, Zion saw clearly that the woman was crouched in a strange position at the top of the mosquito net, and her skin was swollen, whether it was her hands or feet.

Inspired by the large iron pot and the big wooden barrel steaming above it that Zion had just seen outside, a few words instantly burst into Zion's mind: steaming people alive.

"..."

"..."

The female ghost stared at Zion, and they locked eyes for at least a minute!

The two of them looked at each other and doubted if the ghost had given birth: This child... was clearly the most timid, right?

Just now, they all looked like they were about to be scared to death.

Originally, he was pretending?!

The female ghost couldn't hold on anymore.