Nightmare Card House

Fang Tian's pupils suddenly shrank.

That's right!

Xue Yang wanted to kill himself!

"Boss? Boss?"

Hearing the sudden silence, Mouse urged on the other end of the phone.

"I know, you did a good job, keep asking, I want to know what his trump card is, don't worry about other things, I will handle it."

Fang Tian said, and hung up the phone.

Raising his head, Fang Tian looked at the slightly closed eyes of the girl in the closet, stretched out his hand and gently wiped the bangs hanging from her forehead, muttering to himself, "If it were you, what would you do?"

It seems to have reached a desperate situation.

Who would have known that Xue Yang's mental ability was so strong? A genius among ten thousand? If I had known this earlier, I would have gotten rid of him earlier.

A cold light flashed in Fang Tian's eyes.

Calming down, Fang Tian fumbled with his chin, his right hand fell on the edge of his trouser leg, and his fingers gently tapped the trouser leg, making a rhythmic sound.

In his mind, the scenes of the past were replayed one by one.

The scene kept playing in a loop until it stopped at the beginning of everything.

The sound of tapping trouser legs stopped.

Fang Tian slowly turned around and focused his eyes on the book on the table.

It was from this book that Fang Tian found the powerful black card, which led to a series of events in the card hall.

Fang Tian was convinced that there were unknown mysteries in this world, and the existence of the card hall explained this problem.

In this case.

The so-called West Coast Mysticism Research Association in the notebook also existed.

Since it is impossible to defeat Xue Yang with the power of the card hall, can we look for other powers?

Walking to the table, Fang Tian picked up the book again.

There was the letter and note left by his grandfather in the book.

If you encounter problems, you can use this letter to seek help from the West Coast Mysticism Association.

Fang Tian carefully turned the pages of the book and held the letter added to the page in his hand to examine it.

...

It was approaching evening.

Fang Tian found the famous Coast Street in the east of the city according to the address.

Coast Street is one of the famous tourist attractions in the city. It includes a commercial street and food street along the coast. It is very lively at night.

In fact, there are few locals who come here to play. Most of the people who come here to join in the fun are tourists from other places.

Fang Tian held a darkened note in his hand.

No. 149 Shanyin Road.

Walk to the end of the commercial street, turn into an inconspicuous corner, come to an alley, and walk along the alley for about ten minutes.

Fang Tian stopped in front of a large villa.

There is an old-fashioned villa area near here. The vines have climbed up the walls of the houses. The layout looks a bit like the style of foreign countries in the old times.

A black iron gate outside the villa courtyard blocked Fang Tian's way.

Is this here?

Fang Tian compared his mobile phone.

It is indeed here on the map navigation.

It just looks like a private residence, and it has nothing to do with the so-called West Coast Esoteric Art Research Association.

Since I am here, I will take a look.

Fang Tian was about to ring the doorbell when a light shone from not far away.

Looking towards the light, a red private car slowly drove over and finally stopped not far from the gate of the compound.

"Huh? Fang Tian? Why is it you?"

A tall beauty stood down from the driver's seat. She had long golden hair and a white shirt that was very conspicuous.

"Teacher Ai Xi?"

Fang Tian was a little surprised to see the person coming. Teacher Ai Xi was their college English teacher during their sophomore year. At that time, the classroom style was very lively and very popular among students. Fang Tian had heard that Teacher Ai Xi had just come to China not long ago. Her Chinese was not very good. She came to the school as a foreign teacher at that time.

"Fang Tian is also here?" Seeing Fang Tian here, Ai Xi pointed at the door with a surprised look on her face, as if she found it very strange.

Fang Tian put away the note in his hand and replied with a smile, "Yes, I came to visit an old friend."

Teacher Ai Xi had big eyes and blinked a few times. It was probably a little difficult to understand the meaning of "old friend" in Chinese. She rang the doorbell and talked to Fang Tian in unskilled Chinese, "It's a coincidence that I can meet Fang Tian here. I'm also here to see a friend."

There was a surveillance camera outside the door, and it probably saw the person outside the door clearly. The iron door clicked open.

Fang Tian followed Teacher Ai Xi into the courtyard and scanned the villa courtyard.

An old woman walked out of the villa gate. She had gray hair and looked a little old.

The old woman saw Ai Xi and said to her in fluent English: "Miss Ai Xi, you are late."

"Sorry, the road is very congested, I..."

"Don't worry, the lady just came back, she is waiting for you in the study."

"Okay, thank you."

Ai Xi waved to Fang Tian and hurried into the house.

Then, the old woman turned her gaze to Fang Tian, ​​"Who are you looking for?"

"Is this the West Coast Mystic Studies Association?"

"That was a long time ago, not now." The old woman's expression eased, "Come in with me and sit for a while, I'll get you a new address."

Fang Tian followed the old woman into the villa.

"Excuse me for asking, how did you know this place? This address has not been used for a long time."

"My grandfather asked me to come here, and there is a letter for me to pass on to the West Coast Mystic Studies Association."

"Isn't it given to a specific person?" The old woman who was leading the way noticed something and stopped. She turned her head and said, "Can you show me the envelope?"

Fang Tian was a little confused, but handed over the envelope in his hand.

The old woman took the envelope and looked up at Fang Tian in surprise, "I see, it seems you don't have to go to the West Coast Secret Art Research Association. Please come with me."

Fang Tian noticed that after reading the letter, the other party's title changed.

Entering the hall, Fang Tian discovered that the interior decoration of this villa was extremely gorgeous.

The old woman took Fang Tian to a living room.

"I don't know what you call your guest."

"Fang Tian."

"Mr. Fang, please wait a moment. The lady happens to be meeting a guest, so it may be inconvenient for the time being. She will be here soon after finishing the matters at hand. If there is anything you can ask the servants to do."

The old woman motioned to the two girls guarding the living room.

The two girls, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, nodded slightly to Fang Tian and said hello, standing nearby obediently.

Fang Tian nodded, "It's okay. I took the liberty to come to visit. I'll just wait here."

…

The House of Darkness.

Outside the study, the old woman waited until Ai Xi left, then followed her into the study.

"Miss, a special guest is here, and he brings a letter with the seal of the witch's bloodline."

"Creak, creak, creak..."

The girl in the wheelchair slowly turned the wheelchair. She was wearing a plain white top, and there was a hint of surprise in her clean and bright eyes. "A letter from the bloodline of a witch?"

The old woman stepped forward and handed the envelope respectfully.

The girl put away the envelope and glanced at the signature on it, "Fang Wei, has this person been checked?"

"After checking, he is the former husband of a witch girl. When we first came here, our tribe was protected by him."

"Is this so?"

Hearing this, the girl gently opened the envelope, nodded and read the envelope completely.

After that, he raised his hand.

The letter in mid-air was immediately engulfed in flames, without even a single drop of ashes falling.

"Aunt Zhang, please take me there. Since the person coming may be a member of the clan, I should go and see him in person."