White Bone Monkey King

While the shopkeeper went downstairs to change the iron key,

Jin An originally wanted to observe more details,

But just at this moment,

The sound of footsteps going upstairs was heard at the top of the stairs. It was the shopkeeper who was back.

"Shopkeeper, didn't you say that the room with the hidden character No. 8 opposite me is vacant? Why do I feel that there is a smell wafting out from the crack in the door opposite? It's worse than rotten eggs that have been left for a month. It smells like a rotting corpse. The smell of corpses?" When the shopkeeper came to him, Jin An asked with a frown.

The shopkeeper only said that Jin An might have smelled it wrong, and he didn't smell anything strange.

Jin An stared at the shopkeeper in front of him: "Shopkeeper, could this smell of rotting corpses be that of the love-struck woman who died in Room No. 8? Is it still in there?"

The shopkeeper still had that numb expression: "She died inside for three days. I waited until her room fee was due before opening the door. Then the reporting officer called her family to pick up the body."

Jin An looked at the shopkeeper with surprise this time and said, "Shopkeeper, you are not stingy this time. You are actually willing to let a body be left in your inn to stink for three days. Aren't you afraid that it will affect your business?"

Shopkeeper: “It’s easier to do things if you have money.”

This is really a true dream of seeing money, Jin An thought in his heart.

At this time, the shopkeeper had taken the iron key to open the winter room No. 7. This room was very clean. There was no lingering smell of blood as expected, and no untreated blood could be seen in the corners and crevices of the wall. It looks like a very clean ordinary guest room.

Ordinary enough to have an unobstructed view of all surroundings.

Shopkeeper: "Are you objectively satisfied with this guest room?"

Jin An responded with a pun: "This place is indeed very clean..."

Hearing that Jin An was satisfied with this guest room, a smile appeared on the face of the shopkeeper who had always been numb for the first time: "Then I wish you a happy stay objectively."

That smile always seemed to contain some deeper meaning.

Before leaving, the shopkeeper reminded: "If you need anything, you can come to me on the first floor. Try not to make too much noise in the room. Some guests on the second and third floors have bad tempers, especially the guests on the third floor." Worst tempered."

The words were like a warning.

Hearing this, Jin An's eyebrows moved, and then he asked calmly: "Shopkeeper, why are most of the guest rooms on the second floor sealed?"

"Furthermore, these sealed guest rooms basically all have the characters 'Leon Yu Cheng Sui, Lu Lu Tiao Yang' at the back. Does the number at the back mean the more dangerous it is?"

As a result, the shopkeeper left a somewhat confused remark: "Those rooms are as sick as the people."

When the shopkeeper left and closed the door again, the temperature in the room began to drop sharply. Jin An immediately felt like he was being spied on. However, when he and the girl in red umbrella Zhi Zharen began a carpet search of the guest room, I haven't found where that sense of voyeurism comes from.

After searching back and forth several times with no results, Jin An decided to put it aside for the time being and do something else. According to the couple's story, the room should have been safe for two days, and the wife in that couple only started acting abnormally on the third day.

Therefore, he had to solve everything at hand within these two days before he could concentrate on dealing with the terrifying Winter Room No. 7.

"Gray Great Immortal, did you smell the bloody fingerprints on the second floor?"

"squeak."

"The yin here is too strong and the air is turbid. Can't you smell it?" Jin An frowned.

This is the reason why the bloody handprint came here. With the help of the yin energy here, it can speed up the healing and restore the strength. This inn is like being built on the cemetery, gathering the yin energy and attracting passers-by to stay.

Ever since he saw the appearance of the veterans of Laughing Corpse Village, Jin An has had a strong sense of time urgency. He can't waste too much time just to play it safe. In order to catch up with time and discover the truth about the ghost mother's nightmare before others, he sometimes takes Some risky and radical methods are also necessary.

Next, Jin An began to express his thoughts.

His method is very simple and crude, without any bells and whistles, but very practical. It is to actively lure the snake out of its hole. Since you want to hide in peace and quiet, I want to disturb the peace in this inn.

The red umbrella girl Zhizha and Hui Daxian trust Jin An very much. No matter what method Jin An proposes, they will trust and support unconditionally.

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As Jin An moved in, the shopkeeper went downstairs, and the inn, which had been a bit lively just now, returned to its previous calm.

It seems that there is no one in every guest room, but it also seems that there are people living in every guest room. Everyone has their own things to be busy with. The door is closed, communication and visitors are refused.

One of them happened to be an outlier.

The flickering light of the burning lamp swayed brightly and darkly along the open door, projecting a large swath of light in the dim corridor, and the smell of blood filled the air.

In several guest rooms where people lived, light leaked through the cracks in the door, and light and shadow flickered one after another. It seemed that someone was standing behind the door, listening to what was going on outside.

At this time, the smell of blood in the corridor continued to spread, and even in the unoccupied guest rooms No. 5 and No. 8, some strange movements could be heard quietly, bringing a chilling chill in the dark night.

Squeak——

A very low and cautious sound of opening the door sounded in the quiet corridor. Finally, someone couldn't restrain their thirst for blood and curiously opened the small crack of the door and looked out through the crack.

They were a pair of bloodshot eyes, filled with madness and no trace of human emotion.

The person behind the door obviously noticed that the door of guest room No. 7 was wide open, and the light shone out. The smell of blood was wafting from room No. 7. It seemed that the smell of blood made him even more crazy, and the bloodshot eyes on his eyeballs became thicker and more ferocious. , like protruding veins.

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At this time, in guest room No. 7, Jin An wanted to attract other hotel guests as soon as possible in order to have some excitement. He really spent a lot of money. He cut a cut on his arm and a large amount of blood fell into the room prepared in advance. in the basin.

The water basin is filled with water, which makes the blood spread faster and makes the smell of blood evaporate more easily to attract tonight's prey.

He was using himself as bait to lure the snake out of its hole.

Jin An felt that he was almost done, so he quickly re-bandaged the wound. If it continued to bleed, he would lose too much blood. He was too exhausted now and would not have the energy to clean up those monsters later.

After a while, the firelight shining outside the door suddenly illuminated two figures on the ground. Two heads poked out, lying outside the door and looking into the guest room.

These two people had long and narrow cheeks, extremely large eyes, and were covered with protruding bloodshot veins. They looked like lunatics at first glance. Their whole bodies were covered with various self-inflicted wounds. There were so many self-inflicted wounds that it was scary just to look at them.

When they saw Jin An lying on the ground with no idea whether he was alive or dead, with an injured arm, these two lunatics almost rushed in.

But in the end, because of fear of the room No. 7 with the word Qiu, the two of them stopped rationally for a short time.

But these two are complete lunatics. If they weren't lunatics, how could they have bruised themselves all over their bodies? They just regained some sense and returned to their madness. They rushed in and wanted to take away Jin An who was lying on the ground and take him back to their room. Slow torture.

But just when the two of them rushed to Jin An and wanted to drag Jin An out of Room 7, Jin An, who pretended to be unconscious and fell to the ground, took out the seven-inch long coffin nails that had been hidden in his sleeves. , stabbed hard into the soles of their feet, and the long sharp coffin nails directly nailed the two lunatics in place.

Coffin nails, also known as suppressing nails, are also a kind of suppressing device. They can suppress the death of people and have the effect of calming the soul and destroying evil spirits.

The two self-mutilating lunatics were nailed by the coffin nails. They raised their heads in pain and wanted to scream, but before they could scream, Jin An, who succeeded in a sneak attack, immediately slipped out two more coffin nails from his sleeves. One of them stood up and supported them. The coffin nails penetrated their chins and were nailed together with their skulls, making them unable to scream.

Jin An's every movement was very accurate, and he was not sloppy at all. Without a bold and careful heart and rich experience in fighting on the edge of life and death, it would have been impossible to be so calm and calm under the eyes of two madmen.

At this moment, the umbrella girl in red opened the increasingly bright red oil-paper umbrella in her hand, took the two madmen into the oil-paper umbrella, and digested it into her own yin energy.

Jin An's rich fighting experience, coupled with the red umbrella girl's decisiveness in killing people, the two of them cooperated seamlessly and perfectly even though it was their first time.

Jin An continued to wait for prey, but this time no prey took the bait. He understood that the remaining tenants must have been suspicious, and there was no point in spending any more time, so he simply stopped fishing. As soon as he walked to the door, he heard a bang. The door closed, and the corridor returned to calm again.

Only the door of Room No. 3 with the word "summer" was ajar, and candlelight shone in the room.

Jin An was thoughtful.

It seems that the two self-inflicted lunatics they killed just now came from Summer Room No. 3.

Just as Jin An was thinking, the feeling of being spied on came again. He glanced coldly at guest room No. 7. No one who could live in this inn was an ordinary person. He might not be afraid of those stories. The weirdness inside.

Although others refused to take the bait, Jin An didn't want to just sit back and wait for death. Now time was very pressing for him, and he had to find out the locations of the two veterans of Bloody Handprint and Laughing Corpse Manor.

Suddenly, loud noises came from the quiet corridor.

boom!

There was a rough opening sound like a door slamming against the wall.

Then, the sound of panicked footsteps sounded in the corridor, as if someone was running for their life in a panic, shouting for help while running back.

Jin An opened the door and walked out, only to find a thin man with injuries all over his body, a bloody head, and a hemp rope tied to his hands, escaping from Room 4 with the word "Go".

I don’t know whether this person was in a panic and ran in the wrong direction, or whether he didn’t dare to run downstairs and leave the inn, and actually fled deeper into the corridor.

When the man with his hands tied and his head bleeding, saw Jin An coming out of the door, he immediately ran towards Jin An with a face full of joy: "Taoist! Help!"

"I am the original tenant of guest room No. 4. I was kidnapped. Someone wants to kill me! Someone wants to kill me! There is a paper bag behind me..."

The shouts of joy stopped abruptly. He looked at the red umbrella girl walking out with Jin An with fearful eyes. His pupils were dilated and his face was full of horror and disbelief.

In guest room No. 4, a man with cold eyes and expressionless face followed him out unhurriedly, like a cold killer with murderous intent. He was not worried that the original tenant of room No. 4 would escape from the inn.

But this man is not in a human body.

But a paper-punched person.

A bright red heart beating heavily was exposed above his heart.

It's just that the person who made him was so skilled in craftsmanship and the facial features were so lifelike. If it weren't for the exposed heavy beating heart, Jin An wouldn't have been able to recognize the other person's identity at first glance in the dimly lit corridor.

It was Aping who left the Fushou store and wanted to find his lost child.

A Ping also didn't expect to meet Jin An here. He was obviously taken aback, and most of the murderous look in his eyes receded, revealing an unexpected look and joy.

"You, you guys..." The thin man who was the former tenant of Room 4, the joy of just escaping turned into a cold feeling as if he had fallen into two levels of hell.

He was not willing to wait for death.

He actually ran to Room 6 next to Room 4, which was the room with the word "receive" in it that was always quiet, with no light leaking from the cracks in the door. He kept hitting the door with his body: "Help me! Help!" Help!"

As a result, he knocked open the door of Room 6. It was so cold. As soon as the door opened, I felt a gloomy and cold air pouring out. The yin energy here was stronger than in other guest rooms.

A Ping's expression suddenly changed, and he rushed to the former tenant No. 4 and blocked him with his body, not wanting the former tenant No. 4 to be beaten to death.

boom!

A bloody handprint was printed on Aping's right arm. In an instant, the arm made of paper and bamboo began to emit black smoke. This bloody handprint carried deep resentment, and it would be infected and assimilated if touched. It is as difficult to deal with as gangrene attached to the bone.

Aping made a quick decision, gritted his teeth, tore off his left hand with his right hand, and then pulled the former tenant No. 4 aside to prevent him from being killed.