300: Chapter 300 Everything is normal

Painted Skin?

Another face?

Associating this with all sorts of horrific and bizarre imagery, Han Jingyang couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end as chills ran down his spine.

It was too terrifying.

When he was a child, every time he saw a similar horror movie, he would subconsciously imagine many horrific scenarios, such as his parents suddenly peeling off their faces during a peaceful and harmonious dinner to reveal their hideous and terrifying true forms.

He would often be scared to the point of feeling cold all over and having his legs tremble.

He got much better after growing up.

But the instinctive reaction was still there.

So, he couldn't help but shudder along with the thought.

Then he laughed and scolded, "What are you thinking? You're probably just hallucinating. By the way, who is your friend?"

"A violinist actress."

"A woman?"

"Uh, hehe."

Han Jingyang was speechless.

This guy... he probably hallucinated because he fought too hard in bed, didn't he?

He had a young and beautiful new wife at home.

And he found a violinist actress on the side.

Even a strong young man couldn't handle that, let alone this old guy who was already severely depleted.

However, Han Jingyang didn't take it lightly. Instead, he urged, "Be careful next time. By the way, wear the jade pendant I just gave you. If there's really an anomaly, you'll definitely be able to detect it."

Wang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good."

"If you're really scared, you'd better behave yourself for a while."

"Hehe, there's nothing wrong with me, right?"

"Everything is normal."

"Then I'm relieved. I was just afraid I'd actually provoked something unclean."

Han Jingyang had looked just now; there really wasn't any major problem with Wang Zhiwei, at least nothing sinister.

Wang Zhiwei left happily.

But in less than half an hour, he came running back out of breath, shouting as soon as he entered, "Brother, save me—"

Han Jingyang frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I... I just went to check on my friend, but the doors and windows are tightly closed, and no one is answering the phone."

"Then call the police."

"I have a bad feeling. I'm worried it's..."

Han Jingyang thought for a moment. "Fine, I'll pack up and go with you. But Old Wang, if it's a false alarm, just you wait and see how I deal with you."

Wang Zhiwei quickly patted his chest and said, "Whether it's a false alarm or not, I'm treating. Either to thank you or apologize, the place is your choice."

Fifteen minutes later.

In front of a small villa.

Han Jingyang looked up at the black Qi above the villa, his expression solemn.

Wang Zhiwei asked uneasily, "Brother, is there a problem?"

Han Jingyang shook his head and turned to Liu Jing. "Break down the door."

Liu Jing strode forward with her long legs toward the villa's main entrance.

She picked up speed.

She raised her foot and kicked hard.

Dong—

A loud bang sounded.

The seemingly sturdy security door burst open.

She brandished her combat knife and leaped into the room.

A moment later, she shouted, "Boss, everything is normal."

Han Jingyang watched the black Qi that swarmed out of the doorway but quickly dissipated. He didn't say anything, nodded to Shi Xiaoya, and followed her inside.

The villa wasn't large.

It was a semi-detached house.

Two floors, over three hundred square meters.

But it was decorated exquisitely. The rooms were hung with many picture frames of various sizes that clearly looked like self-portraits.

The woman in the paintings wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but her features were delicate and her temperament was gentle. However, her expression was a bit dark and depressed. Artistic youths loved this kind of vibe, so it wasn't particularly unusual.

Wang Zhiwei pointed at the picture frames with a bit of pride. "This is her. Beautiful, right? Great temperament, isn't it?"

"The temperament is good," Han Jingyang nodded. "Where's the bedroom?"

"It's upstairs," Wang Zhiwei said as he ran upstairs with heavy footsteps.

Han Jingyang gave Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya a look and followed him upstairs.

Everything upstairs was normal.

Wang Zhiwei knocked on the door with a "thump, thump, thump," but there was no response. He looked at Han Jingyang with pleading eyes.

Han Jingyang tilted his head.

Liu Jing began her sprint.

But the moment she reached the door, the bedroom door opened. A beautiful woman in pajamas pulled the door open, looking sleepy-eyed and lethargic. She yawned while rubbing her eyes, then screamed when she saw Liu Jing charging at the door, quickly wrapping her pajamas tightly. "Who are you? How did you get in? I... I'm calling the police!"

She screamed while slamming the door shut.

Wang Zhiwei quickly jumped out. "Doudou, it's me, Old Wang."

The woman called Doudou froze for a moment. Her gaze swept over Han Jingyang and the other two, and she breathed a sigh of relief. "Why are you here? And what's with them?"

Wang Zhiwei hurriedly explained.

Han Jingyang shrugged and took the initiative to go downstairs.

A few minutes later, Wang Zhiwei led Doudou downstairs and said with a chuckle, "Brother, I'm really sorry for making you come all this way for nothing. It really was a false alarm."

"Nothing's wrong?"

"Nothing. She just overslept."

"Then see you later. Don't forget what you said."

"Have some tea..."

"I won't disturb your meeting," Han Jingyang turned and left.

Wang Zhiwei hurriedly escorted them to the parking lot. Once Han Jingyang was in the car, he climbed up to the car window and asked in a low voice, "Brother, there's no anomaly, right?"

Han Jingyang nodded with a half-smile. "There is."

"Ah? What anomaly?"

"This kind of woman looks artistic, but she's actually internally seductive with very strong desires. An ordinary person can't handle it. Old Wang, you'd better take it easy, or you'll overextend your body."

"Hehehe, as long as it's not that Painted Skin thing. Thanks, brother. When you're free, I'll definitely treat you to apologize."

"Whatever you say."

The car drove out of the parking lot.

Han Jingyang retracted his smile and pointed to a nearby corner. "Stop there."

Shi Xiaoya didn't hesitate and drove the car over, parking in a hidden spot. "Hubby, is there a problem with that woman?"

"Yeah, and it's not a small one."

"Then you..."

"Having a problem doesn't mean she's a bad person. At least she hasn't done anything bad yet and is even quite restrained. So, once Wang Zhiwei leaves, we'll go meet her."

Shi Xiaoya chuckled. "Why does this feel so weird? Going to meet someone's mistress while the lover is away. Hehehe."

Han Jingyang didn't pick up on that comment.

Instead, he was pondering how to deal with the woman named Doudou later.

That woman's strength wasn't weak either.

He could definitely win using item skills, but skills were precious; he should save them if he could.

Half an hour later.

Wang Zhiwei's car flashed past.

Han Jingyang nodded.

Shi Xiaoya started the car and returned to the residential area's parking lot.

The three of them returned to Doudou's villa.

They pushed the door and went straight in.

Han Jingyang shouted toward the upstairs, "Ms. Doudou, come down and let's chat."

As soon as he spoke, the main door of the living room suddenly closed with a "snap."

The living room curtains also automatically drew shut one after another.

The spacious and bright living room immediately plunged into darkness.

At the same time, a low, raspy, and terrifying voice sounded behind Han Jingyang and the others: "What do you want to talk about?"

Holy crap?

Han Jingyang was shocked and hurriedly turned around!

Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya also turned at the same time, drawing their blades and protecting Han Jingyang from front and back in one smooth motion.

However, Han Jingyang saw nothing; the place where the voice had just come from was empty.

Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya tensely scanned their surroundings, their combat knife and katana held in attacking stances.

But except for it being a bit dark, everything in the room was normal.

Han Jingyang frowned, slowly turning his head to observe everywhere.

Just then, that low, raspy, and terrifying voice sounded behind him again: "Speak up."