I hope that before Xia Bing wakes up, Ling Jie can come back alive. After Ling Jie's conjecture, most of these people staying in the hotel were going to southern Xinjiang.

Ling Jie had just arrived in the main hall of the hotel. At this time, he froze. It turned out that the entrance to southern Xinjiang was in this hotel. At this time, a group of people looked at a wall of light in front of them with great curiosity. No one knows how this wall of light was formed. Ling Jie believed that this wall of light should be the entrance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the passage to southern Xinjiang. Come one by one! If you can't get through, you will die, and even if you do, you won't come back alive. So, weigh yourselves, how much is there! At this time, the proprietress pointed to a wall of light in front of her and said.

"Lao Tzu comes first!" As soon as the proprietress said this, a big man with a bearded face rushed over. It's not imposing, but then he's miserable.

This kid just hit his head on the wall of light, and a powerful force directly rebounded the big man, smashing a small Eight Immortals table on the side.

The proprietress glanced at Ling Jie's location, and a look of helplessness flashed on her face. I was very curious, can this kid pass? Every five o'clock, a wall of light appears here. This time can only last for 10 minutes. This is the passage of southern Xinjiang, and many people think that this small hotel is a three-mile radius of southern Xinjiang. But they didn't know. This is just an illusion, and the real southern Xinjiang has a passage. If you want to go to southern Xinjiang, you have to go through this passage. And, it's the wall of light in front of you.

"Boss, you're not going to play with us, are you! Isn't the passage in southern Xinjiang the abyss? At this moment, an old man about half a hundred years old squeezed out of the crowd, still dragging an old flower cane in his hand. Full of white sideburns, although it looks very choked, if it does not stand through the wind.

However, Ling Jie could guess that this old man should be a master. He could hear it from the strong tone of his words and deeds. Ling Jie quietly came to the side of the proprietress and looked at the wall of light in front of him with a look of surprise. At the same time, I was also entangled in my heart about the words of the old man just now. Abyss, what is it? Why didn't I see it?

"This old man, I can't help it if you don't believe it, but I don't know if that abyss is the real passage of southern Xinjiang, I don't know very well, I'll stop here, believe it or not!" As she spoke, the proprietress held a Erlang leg and looked at the group of people in front of her with a smile.

In his heart, he secretly cursed, a group of things that don't want to die. It's ridiculous that you want to go to southern Xinjiang like this. However, she doesn't know what kind of existence this southern Xinjiang is. She was just entrusted to be the proprietress here for a five-year term. It's due next year, and she doesn't care much about who will take her place.

"Get out of the way, old man!" The old man glared at the proprietress contemptuously, threw his crutches on the ground, stood still, opened his teeth and waved two punches, and with a loud shout, he slammed into the wall of light in front of him.

"Ah, this can't be, this can't be...!" At this moment, the old man's fist just hit the wall of light. Suddenly, the corners of his face twitched, and he was violently bounced back again by a mysterious force.