New Times Inn

The oil lamp has been lit.

Drinking Coke, Feng Qing looked at Di Cong with a pale face.

I have to say, after this guy was frightened, he became a lot cuter.

However, Feng Qing is also a little guilty.

What is that big TV in the eyes of this guy? Why scare him like this.

But at the moment, it seems that Feng Qing still has to pay attention to the physical and mental health of the child, otherwise, judging from the current situation, it is easy to receive complaints.

Di Cong was trembling all the time.

He felt that his mind had been frightened to pieces just now.

But what happened in the last second just now, Di Cong can still remember.

—He was touching the diorama, wondering why it was black, and the diorama suddenly reflected a picture.

A picture that only happens in hell.

Thousands of ghosts came after him.

These people had countless blood on their faces, their clothes were tattered, their eyes were empty, and they rushed towards him while emitting a terrifying howl.

At that moment, Di Cong remembered those who had died under him.

When each of them dies, there will be more or less blood on their bodies.

Like what it looks like in a diorama.

That black diorama can indeed reflect something.

However, it may not be suitable for some ordinary people to use.

As long as Di Cong thought of that scene, his body trembled.

Although, what he said to Chu Changzui during the day seems to be still loud.

"What did you see just now?" Feng Qing asked tentatively.

She wanted to see if she was completely exposed, and what should she do if she did.

"I..." Di Cong looked at the shopkeeper's face, he couldn't figure out what the shopkeeper wanted him to say.

Besides, he still can't forget the scene where the shopkeeper just came in.

…It was a hell-like scene for a second, and the ghosts were crying frantically.

But at the moment when the shopkeeper pushed the door and entered, everything was quiet.

Even those terrifying Specters seemed to be suddenly frightened.

They're all there.

The shopkeeper walked in with a calm face, and she looked at the group of ghosts, as if she was looking at something ordinary.

Then, she said lightly, "I said, don't enter this room."

Her tone made Di Cong scared.

He shivered.

Before, Di Cong thought that the shopkeeper said so, but he didn't want him to explore the secrets of this inn.

Now, there really is a secret in this inn.

It's just the kind of secret that will die if you touch it.

Is the shopkeeper going to kill him now? Di Cong thought tremblingly.

He doesn't know what these ghosts are all about, but, looking at the shopkeeper's appearance, she should have known what was hidden here, and she should have been aware of that Tired of the sight.

Why is she so calm?

Di Cong never believed in ghosts and gods, but at this moment, he had to believe that there might be some things in this world that he did not know.

However, the number of those dead was far more than he had ever killed.

Di Cong had a vague guess in his heart.

Perhaps, these ghosts didn't come looking for you at all.

They are more like looking for a shopkeeper.

But right now, what he needs to do is to answer the questions raised by the shopkeeper first.

"I, I didn't see anything." Di Cong shook his head and said, "I didn't hear anything either."

Feng Qing saw this person's reaction, and she felt right.

This person must have seen everything just now.

Alas, wait.

Feng Qing suddenly had an idea.

An earth-shattering thought popped into her mind.

—Aren’t ancient people afraid of ghosts and gods?

For example, tell him that those are evil spirits.

By the way, frighten him, if he dares to tell this, the ghost will knock on his door in the middle of the night.

The more Feng Qing thought about it, the more reliable she felt, and she applauded herself in her heart.

Oh, she is so witty, she is a genius.

…

"Do you think I will believe what you just said?"

Feng Qing said with a sneer.

After she finished saying these words, as expected, she saw the person in front of her agitated.

Those little eyes were as frightening as if Feng Qing was going to eat him in the next second.

"You, what do you want to do?" Now Di Cong is so obedient and obedient, the rebellious look in his eyes when he first entered the inn has completely disappeared.

Feng Qing sneered and turned on the TV behind her.

The moment she opened it, the group of zombies crawled towards this side again.

This battle directly scared Di Cong in front of her, and started running around again.

Feng Qing silently pressed the pause button again, stopping the group of zombies.

She repeated this a few times, and in the end, Di Cong's face had a look of disapproval, and he didn't even struggle.

That's right.

"Don't worry, with me here, these guys won't dare to hurt you." Feng Qing looked at Di Cong's pale face and couldn't help laughing.

This really can't blame her for being immoral, it's really the child's face before, and now it's very hard to stop laughing.

She was also afraid to frighten Di Cong, and seeing that it worked, she turned off the TV behind her.

"Okay, don't be afraid."

Feng Qing pulled the other party up.

Di Cong was completely stunned at this moment.

He felt the shopkeeper's tone was cold, but his movements gently pulled him up.

This feeling is different from what Di Cong once imagined, and it also makes him feel dizzy.

Just now, Di Cong saw it clearly.

It was such a terrifying group of ghosts, but they all stopped their movements the moment the shopkeeper raised his hand.

He raised his head cautiously.

In front of her eyes is the shopkeeper with a very calm face.

Behind her, there are hundreds of **** and wailing ghosts.

"Remember, don't tell this. This is a secret that only you and I know."

Di Cong heard the shopkeeper say this.

In purgatory, but calm as if some ghosts around do not exist.

Hundred ghosts wailed behind her, but in front of her was calm.

Hundreds of ghosts are clearly behind, but the shopkeeper treats them as nothing.

All the ghosts dare not make any waves in front of her.

She is the one who suppressed the ghosts.

Di Cong finally found the consciousness of his body.

He slowly got up.

…

"Where did the shopkeeper go?" Chu Changzui nibbled melon seeds and chatted with the other guys downstairs.

"I don't know. Why are you looking for him?"

He looked up, and saw the man he had just muttered about following the shopkeeper.

The pale face and the godless eyes...

"Make him something to eat." The shopkeeper ordered after he came down.

The other people in the inn looked at each other, and then Li Qi said cautiously, "The shopkeeper, he..."

"Ah, he just accidentally broke into my house, found a little game of mine in it, and was frightened." Feng Qing smiled and looked at Di Cong and asked, " Is that so?"

“…Yes.”

Di Cong nodded.

The guys in the inn still looked at each other silently.

No, there is absolutely no way the shopkeeper said it so lightly.

There are situations.

They didn't dare to ask in front of the shopkeeper. After the shopkeeper went upstairs, they surrounded Di Cong and stared at him with those strange eyes.

"What are you doing looking at me like this?" Di Cong said.

"What did you just see in the shopkeeper's room?"

"I didn't see anything." Di Cong said lightly.

"As the shopkeeper said, I just saw a little game of the shopkeeper."

"Can a little game scare you like this?" The rest of the inn scoffed.

."

Di Cong was pouring tea for himself, but after hearing what Chu Changzui said, he nodded, "Indeed."

"Ah?" Chu Changzui was stunned.

"There's no more dishes, here's a bowl of hot water, take a sip first." Li Qi handed over a bowl.

After Di Cong finished drinking the bowl of water, he stood up slowly and said to everyone, "I'm leaving."

"Hey, why are you leaving now?" Although the guys at the inn didn't like Di Cong well, they were all taken aback when they heard him say that they were leaving now.

The big moon is hanging high outside. It is better to wait until the day to go out at this time.

Besides, did the shopkeeper agree with him to leave?

"The shopkeeper agreed to leave." Di Cong said calmly, "Also, I still have very important things to do."

In his mind, the shopkeeper said something to him upstairs.

"Therefore, one must cultivate virtue and be a good person."

While talking, the shopkeeper smiled, "Otherwise, you will really go to eighteen levels of hell."

Di Cong has only been a villain for the past twenty years.

But now, for the first time, he wants to try something different.

He muttered softly.

"Be... a good person?"