At thirteen o'clock in the evening, the Zhiqi Inn opened.

A pillar of cold incense is pointed, and ghosts from all directions come.

The thirteenth hour of midnight is a time that does not exist in human timekeeping, a time when all living beings rest, and a time when ghosts revel.

The Zhiqi Inn is open at this time, and all the ghosts and spirits who have a wish are inspired, and those who want to ask for help will spontaneously go to the inn.

You only need to pay a little to stay at the inn, and other requirements need to be exchanged for something of corresponding value.

It can be the soul power of a ghost, it can be the wealth of life, or it can be the blessing of the next life. As long as there is it, as long as it is worthwhile, it can be exchanged for the consummation of this life.

No regrets.

When Zhiqian returned to the inn with Xue Elegy, there was still half an hour before midnight, and the inn was very dark—when this inn was not open, it was always hidden in the darkness and rested quietly.

Guests won't be out of their rooms at the moment, and only a few employees are floating back and forth in the lobby.

The room service in the inn - the traditional "little two" Corinth Mound was the first to notice them, he was very young in appearance, only twelve or thirteen years old, with round and lovely facial features, but his expression was a little old - like a little old man.

Don't look at him now, he looks like a little boy who came out of the house of Zhong Ming Ding Food, in fact, when Zhiqian just brought him into the inn, or before he died, the little second brother was just a child who suffered from famine and was abandoned by his father and mother to starve to death in the refugee pile.

At that time, he didn't call it "Hayashi Mound...... It seems that the forest dog is left?

He was the first employee of the inn, and since he didn't have any special skills, he made him a junior and specially received the ghosts who came.

When he entered the Zhiqian Inn, he had to be cut off from the past, so he changed his name to the mound and continued to use the original surname, hence the name Lin Mound.

After him, Zhiqian came up with the idea of accommodating employees, so there are so many dead souls in today's inn.

There is no obsession, and there is no reincarnation.

"Sister, elegiac sister, are you back, are you still going well?"

Lin Tsuka's farts came up to him, and he was very accustomed to putting his head under the delicate hand, and rubbed it quite comfortably, not looking like a ghost for hundreds of years at all.

Xue Wangge saw that Zhiqian didn't speak, so he said, "It's going well, Brother Xiaolin, how is the situation on your side?"

Hearing this, Lin Tsuka frowned, and his bun face shrunk into a ball and looked particularly cute: "There is no gain." ”

No gains?

Zhifei was a little surprised, walked to the table and sat down, stretched out his hand and knocked on the table: "Come and sit." ”

After everyone (ghost) sat down, Zhiqian roughly talked about the situation on Chen Gong's side, and then asked Lin Zun: "Xiao Mu, tell me about your side, why you said that there is no harvest." ”

Lin Tsuka replied: "It's such a sister, I went to the Hades Palace with Xiaoyun Xiaozhao, Xiaoyun checked the Book of Hades, Xiao Zhao checked the Sanshengshi, and I visited King Qin Guang." ”

"But the three of us didn't find a single record of Chen Xi. ”

"It's as if this person, or even this soul, didn't exist at all. ”

Zhiqian frowned, she only knew that Yun Bulu had not found Chen Xi's name before, and she didn't expect Lin Mound and Zhao Yangwan to be the same.

King Qin Guang is in charge of the books of longevity and premature death, birth and death in the world, and uniformly manages the punishment in the underworld and the good luck and evil in the afterlife. There is no record of Chen Xi even from him, which shows how tricky things are.

However, the matter has come out, and King Qin Guang is now aware of Chen Xi's existence, and he will be a little concerned about this matter in the future, and he will contact her directly if he finds anything.

"According to the algorithm of the world, when Chen Xi and Xue Xiaoshan exchanged lives, they were a few months old baby and incapacitated...... Someone else helped her change her life. ”

Knocking on his eyebrows, he still has to start with Chen Gong.

This Chen Xi has the means to reach the sky, and it is impossible to really leave no traces at all, so he can only use a trick to obstruct his eyes.

The fact that this name appears in her Book of the Dead shows that her methods are not really as seamless as they seem.

Wait a minute......

Zhixuan thought of something and looked at Xue Elegy: "Chen Gong has never mentioned Chen Xi to you?"

Xue Elegy thought for a moment and nodded.

"Hey, boss! I remembered something. The old man Zhao Yangwan suddenly patted his head, no wonder he always felt that something was wrong before, "There is no Chen Xi on the Sansheng Stone, and there is no Chen Gong here!"

Zhifei only felt that something flashed, "Are you sure you read that right?"

Zhao Yangwan was very sure: "Yes, yes, there is indeed no Chen Gong." ”

There is no Chen Xi, there is no Chen Gong......

"There is no Chen Gong in the book of Hades, and Chen Gong and Chen Xi's parents have not appeared. Yun Bulu also remembered what was wrong when he mentioned this.

I was looking for Chen Xi before, but I ignored Chen Gong. Fortunately, he has a good memory and can still remember what he watched before.

Lin Tsuka scratched his head: "There is no Chen Xi, there is no Chen Gong, and even their parents, how do I think this is like ......?"

"The art of concealment. ”

Zhifei received his words, his eyebrows and eyes were frozen and piercing, and his emotions were visibly cold.

"The Technique of Concealment?!" Yun Bulu lost his voice and stood up from his position in a gaffe.

After so many years, the Technique of Concealment has long since disappeared, how can it still appear!

On the other end, Zhao Yangwan and Xue Wangge were confused - no, who can tell me what the art of concealment is? Why are they so exaggerated?

Lin Tsuka briefly explained to them the technique of concealment.

This is a spell that was almost indistinguishable from the forbidden spell hundreds of years ago, before the warlock was in decline—not to mention today.

As can be seen from the name, this spell is related to hiding, but what is hidden is not the body, but the soul, the three souls and seven spirits, the past and the present.

In addition, relatives who are related to the caster, especially brothers and sisters of the same mother, will also be like the caster, the soul is hidden, and the past and present lives are blank.

The effect of the spell is against the sky, and the power required is also huge, so few warlocks can successfully cast it.

- Of course, even if it can be used, few people will do it.

The officials in the underworld are not allowed to do so, after all, hiding the soul and hiding the past and present lives means that the soul does not enter reincarnation, and the trouble caused to the work of the underworld is too great.

According to today's parlance, this technique is illegal.

After the fall of the Warlock, the method of casting this spell also disappeared, so it has not appeared for many years - even the emperor three hundred years ago only used magic to temporarily hide the name of Hades.

"However, I think that Chen Xi's gang doesn't know the existence of our Zhiqian Inn, although they hide their souls and don't let Sansheng Stone and Hades Book find out, but they can't escape the capture of my sister's Book of the Dead. ”

The little fan brother Lin Tsuka said so to summarize.

Only the dead souls or those who are about to die can see the Ruling Inn, and those who have seen it have become dead souls, and there is really no way for the living to know here, so it is not surprising that the Book of the Dead can capture Chen Xi's name.

"Dare to use forbidden techniques, I don't know what to say. ”

Zhiwan sneered, the hand on the table tightened into a fist, and then under the almost frightened gaze of several ghosts, cracks spread on the fragile surface of the table.

They seemed to be able to see the black mist behind the angry cling, so thick that it was dripping water.

"If I don't catch these bedbugs, I won't be called Xue Zhixuan!"