The night gradually deepened, and at this time, a troupe appeared on the big stage in the middle of the inn lobby and began to sing the big drama in a clang. The half-grown boy looked more serious and fascinated, and simply forgot about going back to sleep. And the little girl simply buried her head on the table and didn't dare to move, and the old man secretly looked at it with his spare eyes, and felt that all the singers and musicians of the troupe seemed to be watching them.

"It's getting smaller!" The little girl's trembling voice reached the old man's ears, but there was nothing unusual when he looked around, and everyone was watching the play, and cheering while eating—but there was always something wrong. After the little girl's words came out, the old man noticed that the tables around him seemed to have moved, and they seemed to be a little closer.

It can't go on like this, the old man knows this very well. He looked at the door of the inn, and it seemed to be a little farther away from them than it had been before, but if he was fast enough, he might be able to run out—would he be okay if he did? This is not a question to think about now. In short, if you stay here, something big will definitely happen, and usually you will die.

After deciding on it, he couldn't hesitate, the old man grabbed the little girl, kicked over the half-sized chair, lifted the table, and yelled, "Go!" Hurry up! It's a black shop! Just as he was about to rush, he saw that the people around him all turned their heads around, and all of them looked at them—even if they had their backs to them, they also turned their heads around to look at them. Anyway, most of the people here are not black shops, they are simply demons and monsters.

All of them smiled strangely, eight toothed smiles, and strange voices echoed through the inn. "Guest, don't go, it's too dangerous outside." The door slammed open and slam shut. When it was turned on and closed, it was already dark outside and the lantern had turned green. The half-size boy had his mouth open, and it was only now that he figured out what might have happened.

"Demon ...... Monster?! He shouted, and the little girl was already cowering in fright when the men's heads turned, and the old man grabbed the stool as a weapon to ward off the monster's attack. But the strange people didn't continue to move at all, but froze in their original positions like dolls. On the stage, there was a "person" with a flowery face who could not distinguish between men and women, and walked out on his feet.

"New friends!" It let out a strange scream, and then the men all moved in an uproar. They danced towards the three of them, and the half-grown man blushed directly and pulled out the long rusty knife vigorously, waving it left and right a few times, "Don't come here!" ”

It didn't help at all, and the monsters soon came around, and the old man gritted his teeth and knocked on the stool—he was afraid of knocking someone to death, so he moved quite slowly. However, they didn't react to knocking on these people, even if they hit them harder next. Looking at the "people" with severed hands and severed feet and deflated heads, they still surrounded them, and the half-sized child could only be cut with a rusty knife.

If it weren't for the unfast movements of these people, the three of them would have died long ago - these people were so powerful that the tables and benches were smashed into pieces. The rusty knife slashed at the man's body, but it couldn't cut into it at all, but instead sprained the wrist of the half-sized man. Then stab it, but although the stab penetrated the human body, the other party had no effect at all - the blood that flowed out was a viscous black liquid.

And the boy was almost smashed in the head, and the fist of the man he stabbed through slashed over his head. The three of them relied on their more flexible bodies to constantly dodge and attack, but the range of their activities was getting smaller and smaller after all, and they were about to be overwhelmed by these monsters.

"Kid, that's not how you use a knife." A peculiar double tone sounded, and the old man, the little girl, and the half-boy could only understand half of them, and the voice carried a gentle smile, and then a hand reached over and grasped the hilt of the long knife from behind. When they saw this hand, all three of them screamed in fright. It was a skeletal hand that shone with a luster of iron, and the owner of this hand, a skeleton in tattered armor and a tattered helmet, was more like a demon than the stiff "man" in front of him.

But after the three of them screamed, it was the half-sized man who sighed, and the skeleton monster in front of him was a little familiar.

Sen Luo held the beauty under the moon, and when the demonic qi turned, the beauty under the moon directly revealed the original peach-colored blade, and the skeleton warrior let out a sneer, and turned his wrist and slashed out directly. The sword light shone coldly through the inn like moonlight, and with a voice that the three men had never heard before—a bit like a hole flute but actually shakuhachi's voice, all the weird man's movements stopped.

The next moment they disappeared like dust, "It's a ghost shop, this place I don't know how many years ago, the whole store was killed by Xiao Er and the guests, and the unwilling resentment and the demon qi between heaven and earth were mixed to create this monster." The double tone of voice was eloquent, and a golden light enveloped the three of them—the warm feeling directly dispelled the fear and coldness.

The sword light lit up again, this time as if there was a beautiful woman smiling under the moon, and they did see a full moon in the sky - the roof of the inn was completely split, and the wood, bricks and tiles all turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace, and the sword qi turned into a full moon in the sky, and the inn gradually rose black under the moonlight and disappeared without a trace. Everything glowed softly in the moonlight, as if the days of a nightmare had never passed.

The three of them stared at all this blankly, and when they suddenly woke up, the inn had once again turned into a collapsed shape that had been burned by fire, and there was only a pure breath everywhere, and it seemed that there was not a trace of ghosts left, and the skeleton was gone, everything seemed to be just a dream.

Sen Luo walked on the road, with a long knife on his shoulder, and he was laughing at himself that he had been buried by someone else. However, the ghost shop was beheaded by him, and the kindness of burying him can be repaid. This road is still long, and Senluo still doesn't know how long it will take.

The sky is faint, and the outline of the city appears in the distance on the horizon, and there are endless fields on both sides of the road. Sen Luo looked at the city in front of him, and turned a corner, preparing to bypass the city and take those deserted paths. There are those beings in the city who can seal away the demons, and Sen Luo doesn't want to get involved.