Horror Inn

I don't care about the ghost king or the ghost king at all. What I really care about is the origin of this hotel.

"What do you know about this haunted hotel? It is said that the characters behind this hotel are unusual?"

The fat man nodded his head. The smug look on his face made me very happy. Obviously, this fat man definitely knows something.

"The behind-the-scenes owner of this Huangquan Inn is not unusual, but rather unusual. Think about it, the tenants here are all of the Ghost King's strength level. What height is the behind-the-scenes owner really difficult? Understand. But over the years, the yin power here has continued to weaken, and those powerful ghosts finally chose to leave. This place has completely reduced to a transit station, mainly for those dead ghosts who have just converted their ghosts to stay temporarily. Some people say that the reason for the weakening of the yin power here is that the boss behind the scenes has changed."

I was still waiting eagerly for the following. After the fat man said this, he suddenly stopped. I waited for a long time, but didn't wait until the following. Then I asked a little unwillingly: "That's it, no more?"

The fat man nodded as expected: "No. After all, the boss behind the scenes is very mysterious, and I have never seen his true face. I can know so much, it's not easy."

I was really a little helpless. I thought this guy could say something nutritious, but after a long time, I didn’t help.

I just know now that this haunted hotel has a very awesome behind-the-scenes owner, and there were some awesome tenants before, but what use is this for me? These **** news, the team left me out of the haunted hotel, it had no effect at all.

I didn't bother to talk nonsense with the fat man, and waved to him directly, beckoning him to get out. Now that I see the fat face of this guy, I am out of anger.

The fat man also knew that he was a little broken. I was looking forward to it for a long time, but in the end he didn't say anything, and finally left angrily.

I resumed my boring sitting.

I am quite thorough about the temperament of haunted hotels, knowing that in some respects, hotels require special death. For example, if I was absent from work two days ago, I have to add time in these few days to satisfy the hotel.

During the trip, the mobile phone and the power bank ran out of power. I walked in a hurry and forgot to bring the charger. At the moment, I can only sit in a daze.

I sat until more than twelve o'clock in the evening, and did not see other dead ghosts. Just when I was half lying in the chair and drowsy, suddenly the door rang and someone came.

I suddenly became alert. The door of the hotel would think that it must be a living person who came in. Who will come this night?

The one who entered the hotel was a middle-aged man in his forties. This guy was wearing a set of coarse cloth clothes and a pair of blackboard shoes on his feet, looking as if he had traveled from the Republic of China. Such a dress makes me a little unable to confirm what the origin of this guy is.

The middle-aged man saw me, smiled at me quite friendly, went straight to the bar, and sat opposite me.

"You... are here to stay?"

This guy's affiliation has actually confused me.

After I asked, the middle-aged man did not speak, but smiled at me kindly.

"Are you from the Taoist Association?"

Although the clothes and behavior of this guy didn't have any iconic Taoism, I quickly guessed the origin of this guy.

This guy looked confident, obviously not afraid of the name of the haunted hotel, indicating that he has a little background.

The middle-aged man chuckled at me again, tacitly acquiescing to my statement, but whether he was the Taoist Association or the Taoist Elimination Association, this guy still didn't say clearly.

"I don't know if the Daoist came here, is there a relationship with Gui?"

Talking to this kind of dumb guy is really exhausting. I can only keep leading the topic.

"I'm coming to you!"

The middle-aged man’s words were abrupt, but they immediately aroused my curiosity.

"Why are you looking for me?"

I secretly raised my vigilance. Xin said that such a strange Yimo guy, shouldn't it be troublesome for me.

Although this middle-aged man is smiling, he feels uncomfortable.

"I came to you to help you get out of this haunted hotel!

Don't deny, you always wanted to get out of here, right?

This guy said everything for this reason, and I didn't need to cover up, so I just nodded openly. But the ego is skeptical about whether this guy can really help me.

"The Taoist chief, I appreciate your kindness, but as far as I know, it is not so easy to get out of the control of the hotel. This hotel has existed for many years, and the night shift front desk has also had a lot of responsibility. Everyone wants to escape, but no one seems to be able to succeed."

The middle-aged man nodded straightforwardly: "If it was in the past, I am not sure. But the situation is different now. The binding force of this hotel is much weaker than before. I am now 90% better. Sure, the entire hotel can be refined. In this way, the hotel will lose its effectiveness, and there will be no way to restrict you."

When this guy spoke, his eyes looked at me unblinking. I just felt that I was being stared at by a beast, which was particularly uncomfortable. The light from a pair of eyeballs of this old guy was like a needle, and it stuck to my face. I always feel that this old guy has no good intentions.

This guy's statement of refining the hotel sounds a bit mysterious, but theoretically, it seems to have some feasibility.

In theory, this hotel is like a treasure of heaven and earth, with its own consciousness, and it is precisely because of this that it can imprison me and let me work for him. If this middle-aged person really has the ability to refine the hotel and wipe out the self-consciousness of the hotel, I will naturally get out of it. But there is a question. If you do this, what will happen to the dead ghosts living in the hotel?

"Refining the hotel? What about these dead ghosts in the hotel?"

The middle-aged man hummed softly: "They will naturally be lost in their souls. But they have already died once. For us, they shouldn't exist."