The ghost knocking on the door was so loud that he got beaten up by the neighbor!

Jiang Yan also tentatively asked a few people where Lin Xiaoxiao's home was.

When the people in Linjia Village heard this, they avoided Jiang Yan as if they were avoiding the god of plague.

have to.

Simply, let’s get down to business first. The last 10% progress in the late Xiantian stage depends on the living Bodhisattvas in this village.

Under the ethereal cave.

Jiang Yan found the small hotel at the end of the village with two large locust trees at the door.

It's said to be a small hotel, but in fact it's just a four-story old building with gray and cracked walls and broken windows covered with newspapers.

Hmm~ This can be regarded as the place with the strongest yin energy in the village at present.

"Little brother!" Jiang Yancai walked into the small hotel and met Su Xiaoxiao again, "We are really destined!"

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, glanced at the five people behind her, and said with a smile, "You are really not afraid of death."

Probably being provoked, a tall and handsome boy behind him stood up: "Brother, what do you mean?! We have been classmates for three years, how could we harm Xiaoxiao?"

"Did you see that, this is my brother, his Taoist name is Guquan, he has studied under the Maoshan Qing sect for five years, we can protect Xiaoxiao!"

Standing next to him was indeed a man wearing a yellow Maoshan Taoist robe with a light and airy look.

Su Xiaoxiao pushed her classmate back: "Hey, Fang Mian, don't have this attitude. I'm kindly reminding you."

She quietly approached Jiang Yan again, "Brother, we have a map of this village. We have who lives in each household and things we should not pay attention to!"

The woman at the front desk said expressionlessly: "There is only one room left. If you want to live in it, you can only live together."

Jiang Yan looked at the front desk and his smile grew wider: "Okay, let's live together, but don't be too late tonight. I go to bed early and don't like to stay up late."

The receptionist was slightly startled, and when he looked up at Jiang Yan, something was wrong.

Su Xiaoxiao thought Jiang Yan was reminding them, so she quickly said: "Don't worry, little brother, we will definitely not disturb you."

The room Jiang Yan and others were assigned to was in a large single room on the top floor, with seven people each with a small bed.

The walls of the entire room are gray and white, and the incandescent light above the head is weak and flickers from time to time. Everything is as old as the accommodation conditions in the 1980s.

Su Xiaoxiao was a little nervous and kept chatting with Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan happened to also want to know the information about Linjia Village, so he started chatting with her. After a while, he found out the location of Lin Xiaoxiao's house - Household 101!

It’s 101 again!

Su Xiaoxiao talked about the taboos in Linjia Village again: "Brother, there are many things in this village that you cannot mess with."

"You can go fetch water from the pond at the head of the village, but absolutely, you cannot look back at the water in the bucket, including the water after it has been poured into the tank. When you fetch water with your eyes closed, you must not look at it!"

"Also, there will be a fat woman walking on the road at night. She will ask you if you are fat. If you encounter her, be sure not to call her fat. Do you understand?"

"This hotel is the same..." Su Xiaoxiao lowered her voice, "There is a room on the second floor that is locked. Don't be curious! It's best not to go to the second floor!"

"By the way, every house in Linjia Village has a coffin, and that one is the most dangerous."

Jiang Yan smiled, as if he was listening to a funny story, and looked completely uneasy.

Su Xiaoxiao was a little angry: "Brother, I am really not kidding you. You have to listen to me."

Jiang Yan also approached her and whispered: "I will also tell you a little way to save your life."

"There is a folklore that if you put your shoes right side up and right side up at the head of the bed, unclean things will not be able to find the bed."

"Ah?!" Su Xiaoxiao felt chilled when she heard this. She didn't understand why Jiang Yan suddenly said this.

Jiang Yan grinned: "While they are taking a shower, you can give it a try. Put the shoes of the person you trust and rely on the most, front and back, on the bedside to see the effect."

Su Xiaoxiao's face turned pale.

Gudong swallowed.

"Little brother... don't scare me. This joke is so scary."

She said, still holding on to her courage, she climbed out of bed cautiously, went to put the shoes of her classmate in the next bed, the descendant of Maoshan, on the head of his bed.

at this time……

There were footsteps outside the door.

The bather is back.

She shrank back to the bed, hiding under the quilt and not daring to make a sound.

Guquan's figure appeared at the door.

It blocked the moonlight and made the whole room a little darker.

He walked into the room slowly and walked towards Su Xiaoxiao's bed with a blank expression.

Yanzu, come in, I know you are watching!

Comments on the launch.

Hello, readers who have been supporting until now, here is the author Xiaopoujie’s remarks on the launch.

Yes, this book has been written to this day, and it is finally time to put it on the shelves.

The data at the beginning of this book is very poor, but any author friend who reads it will suggest that I cut it and start the book again.

The reason that has been supporting me to write down is all of you who are willing to read it.

An old man said that I beg for votes every day and that Zhang Zhang’s nonsense about this or that is very annoying.

In fact, Xiaopujie also knows that this affects the reading experience of most readers. The data of this book is really worrying, and it is not good for collecting weak chickens. Xiaopujie, who is fighting against the odds, needs a little support from the increase in data, which gives me the courage and confidence to continue to persevere. Write later.

Perhaps to everyone, the two or three seconds of clicking and commenting on flowers is like a completely inconspicuous drop of water in a trickling stream.

But your vote is like spring rain and sweet dew to me, a failed author. Whenever I feel tired, lazy, powerless and painful, I feel very happy when I see one more flower in the background, or another reader leaves me a comment, even if it is a criticism.

At least my book has people reading it.

I am really grateful to the readers who are willing to read my book in the future, just like every boss who gave me a reward at the end of the chapter. I will remember it in my heart and bow sincerely. You are all my parents.

Some readers also think that I write slowly.

To be honest, my typing speed is not slow. I can normally write 4,000 to 5,000 words in an hour, which is two chapters. But when writing this book, I can only write less than 2,000 words in an hour. It takes six or seven hours to write 10,000 words a day.

I spent a lot of thought. The same plot was overturned two or three times at least, just to let everyone see something different.

For example, the point of the class reunion is like this. I am really afraid that the plot will fall into clichés and waste everyone's expectations.

I have tried my best to write the plot as best as I can.

I am a part-time writer, working from 9 to 6. When I get home, I often don't have time to eat. I sit down and start thinking. I may think for more than an hour, and then start working, writing and writing, until two or three in the morning every day.

It is no exaggeration to say that I often dream about the plot.

In the past week, I dare not flood the book with water, and I am afraid that the plot will be perfunctory. I am trembling with fear and struggling to make it to the shelves today.

After the book is put on the shelves, it needs to rely on subscriptions. This book is really going to enter the battlefield!

Here, I beg all readers who think the book is okay to give me a subscription at 8 o'clock tonight. Don't support the book. Those who don't have time can click the automatic subscription. Please rest assured that I am not the kind of person who floods the book to make money.

Many books die after being supported. When I need support the most, I beg you to subscribe! !

The first day is super super super super important to this book! !

Tonight's forecast is 500 subscriptions, and there will be 20,000 words! That is, it is converted into 10 chapters of the previous 2,000-word chapters! !

If there are 600 subscriptions, I will update six times a day in the future!

If there are 700 subscriptions! I will directly update seven times!

If there is...

The fantasy is too beautiful, I just ask all the readers tonight to give me some hope! It's really not expensive! After reading this little broken book of mine, I don't think I can spend even ten yuan, the price of a bottle of water! !

At 8 o'clock tonight, I beg for the first subscription! ! ! ! !

At 8 o'clock tonight, I beg for the first subscription! ! ! ! ! !

At 8 o'clock tonight, I beg for the first subscription! ! ! ! ! !

Remarks on the listing.

Hello, all the readers who have supported until now, here is the author of Xiaopujie Jun's remarks on the listing.

Yes, this book has been written to today, and it has finally ushered in the time of listing.

The beginning data of this book is very poor, but any author friend will suggest that I cut it and start a new book after seeing it.

The reason that has been supporting me to continue writing is all of you who are willing to follow me.

Some elder brothers said that I ask for votes every day, and it is very annoying to ask for this and that in every chapter.

In fact, Xiaopujie also knows that this affects the reading experience of readers. The data of this book is really worrying, and the collection of weak chickens is not good. Xiaopujie, who is fighting a desperate battle, needs a little support from the data increase, so that I have the courage and confidence to continue to write.

Maybe for everyone, the two or three seconds of clicking on the evaluation flowers is like a drop of water in the trickling water.

But the vote you cast is like spring rain and sweet dew to me, the author of Pujie. Whenever I am tired, lazy, powerless and painful, I see one more flower in the background, or another reader leaves me a comment, even if it is critical, I feel very happy.

At least my book has people reading it.

I am really grateful to the readers who are willing to read my book in the future, just like every boss who gave me a reward at the end of the chapter. I will remember it in my heart and bow sincerely. You are all my parents who provide me with food and clothing.