Lou Lie ignored Mo Wuwen's kind reminder and still walked forward, Mo Wuwen flew over and pulled his shoulder, "You don't want to live anymore." ”

Lou Lie shook off his hand and shouted, "Get out!" ”

He was so strong, and he was helpless, so he could only fly in the opposite direction to lure away the demon's pursuit. In order to attract the demon's attention, he slowed down his flight.

When the demon approached, he pulled out the rope and flew up like lightning, and in an instant, he threw the demon out of the clouds.

The endless gray mountain swept under the foot, flying without a purpose, Mo Wuwen felt extremely lonely, and even wanted to fly to Tongtian Mountain immediately to return to the world, but unfortunately the wooden harrier stopped under the Pangu tree, and no wooden harrier could not fly there.

Flying and flying, he saw rows of houses not far away, crisscrossing the alleys and bustling, and it was vaguely visible that it was a bustling city. In the days of the gray world, he was always wandering around the countryside, and finally came across a city, and he decided to go and see it.

The shops in the city are full of goods, and the people of the gray world do not need food to satisfy their stomachs, but they like to taste all kinds of delicious food, and the shops along the street are full of all kinds of exquisite fruit snacks.

Walking further, I found that there was an inn hanging a light gray plaque, with four dark gray characters on the inscription "Seven Days Inn", and a signboard "Nangong Ji Ash Tree Sap" was erected in front of the inn

The delicacy of ash tree sap evoked a deep memory of Mo Wuwen, and he involuntarily pushed open the door of the inn.

"Get out of here, get out of here! This is where you came from? The man who came out of the inn saw the ragged man and pushed him out of the inn as a beggar.

It seems that the gray world is also hot and cold, and he can only turn around and leave, subconsciously feeling if the things in his pocket are there.

"Huh? How to get something more. He pulled it out and saw what it was a pale gray pearl, shining brightly in the approaching night.

"Uncle, the little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, this uncle is please." The innkeeper immediately changed his face, and posted it with a charming smile on his face.

How could the pearl appear in his pocket, Mo Wuwen didn't have time to think about what was going on and was dragged into the Seven Days Inn by the guy.

The gloomy wooden walls, the faint shaking of the lanterns, and the faint glow of the lanterns, did not feel the warmth of the inn at all, but a little weird.

He was hesitating whether to exit the inn, but the guy couldn't help but nod his head and pointed to the guest room and said, "Master, please..."

With such a great contrast between the humility of the guy and the previous arrogance, can't the gray world escape the vice that money can make the devil grind? Mo Wuwen sorted out his thoughts and prepared to go to bed.

Suddenly, from the hall came the sad sound of the piano, and every plucked string seemed to sip the sadness of parting, and I couldn't look up to it. Mo Wuwen couldn't help but be attracted to push open the door and walk over,.

The hall was full of fat-headed and big-eared guests, who obviously couldn't hear anything famous, but they all closed their eyes and pretended to revel in the music.

Mo Wuwen couldn't find a seat to stand and listened for a while, feeling tired, so he turned around and prepared to leave, but saw that the door of the hall was tightly closed and could not be pushed.

The poofing sound of the lantern went out suddenly, and the hall fell into darkness. The crowd began to be noisy, and suddenly there were screams, and the gray hall was instantly filled with the smell of blood.

Suddenly, someone stuffed something into his hand, and it felt like the hilt of a knife.

The lantern began to emit a faint gray light again, and in front of Mo Wuwen standing with a knife dripping with gray blood, the woman playing the piano was lying on the piano table, and her back was slowly flowing with thick gray blood.

Everyone's eyes shot at Mo Wuwen in unison, it was him! It was he who held the knife!

"Everyone, report to the officer!" When someone in the crowd shouted loudly and was about to leave the inn, they found that the door of the inn was sealed and could not be opened at all.

As for the innkeeper and the innkeeper, the guys at the inn, they all suddenly disappeared at this moment.

"I didn't kill anyone." Mo Wuwen threw away the knife to explain to everyone, but every time he took a step forward, everyone looked at him with fearful eyes.

"The murderer must be in the crowd, hand me the knife after the killing, who is it?" At the end of the day, he was puzzled, so he stopped and looked around to see if there were any suspicious people.

The lantern suddenly went out with a pop, and the crowd screamed in agony, screaming but with nowhere to run.

When the lights turned on again, the knife on the ground was gone, and the man who had just shouted to report to the police had a knife stuck in his back and was bleeding on the ground.

Everyone's swords are pointing to the end, afraid that the lantern will go out next time, afraid that the knife will be inserted into their back next time,

is so deadlocked, no one wants to be the first bird, and they all expect others to rush forward and fight with Mo Wuwen in exchange for their own peace.

Everyone held their breath and waited quietly for the lights to come back on, and every time the lights went out, only one person was killed, at least for now, they were safe.

The lantern swayed and emitted a faint gray glow, and finally someone in the worried crowd couldn't help but stab his sword at Mo Wuwen. He leaned sideways and lifted his chair to block it when the poofing lantern went out again.

Ahhhh

After the screams were still heard, the lantern grew grayer and grayer, and the knife was still stuck in the back of the sword that had just been stabbed at the last unknown man and fell in a pool of blood.

"The murderer is among us, not him, he is in front of the dead, but the knife is in the back of the dead." The sound from the crowd made everyone even more frightened, if the murderer is unheard, at least he can be guarded against, if it is not him, then everyone around him may be the murderer, taking advantage of the lights, everyone hurriedly leaned against the wooden wall, trembling and waiting for the next deceased to appear.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, speculating about who the murderer is.

If the murderer only kills when the lights are out, then the murderer will not do it as long as the lights are on. Thinking of this, Wuwen shouted: "Everyone, hurry up and light the fire, burn the wooden sticks, and the murderer will not be able to do it under the fire!" ”

Suddenly, the tables and chairs were crackled and lit, and the flames burned in the hall, and everyone with torches was relieved, and now they were no longer afraid even if the lights were out.

A bold man rushed out of the hall with a chair and rushed to the door of the inn, hoping to smash a way out, but the doors and windows were too strong to shake.

There was a pop and the lantern went out again.

Before everyone could react, a scream came out of the crowd, and no one could see who did it, and by the light of the torches in everyone's hands, it could be seen that the knife that had just been stuck in the body of the deceased who had fallen to the ground was now stuck in the back of another person.