In total, only two rooms were arranged to live, Mo Chen, Wang Lei, and Zhang Zili lived in one, and Meng Xinyao, Chen Cen, and Fang Xiaoxue lived in the other room next door. Although it is two guest rooms, the decoration is exactly the same, but it is no wonder, after all, the family is in the inn business, and it is normal that most of the decorations of the guest rooms are uniform.

After settling everyone, Zheng Yi "enthusiastically" sent hot water, and with Chen Cen to help take care of Meng Xinyao, Mo Chen and the boys honestly returned to their rooms to rest. There was only a retro-style hardwood board double bed in the room, with curtains hanging on both sides, and the girls were okay to say, they were close to each other, and they slept with three people. Mo Chen and the other big men were a little more difficult, and Mo Chen, as a "gentleman", had to pull over the four chairs next to the table and set up a temporary "bed".

"Sir, why don't you come and squeeze with us!" Zhang Zili dusted off the mattress and said to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen pillowed his arms, leaned sideways on the chair, and excused, "No, you can sleep!" I'll just be here, just one night, whatever is fine, go to sleep! ”

Wang Lei was at ease with what happened, not to mention, Mo Chen let them sleep in the bed, he was not polite, took off his shoes and climbed into bed comfortably. And Zhang Zili was obviously a little restless, his brows were about to twist together, and he wanted to say something but couldn't find a topic. Mo Chen saw that he was a little nervous, and just wanted to say something to comfort, but the girl in the next room suddenly screamed. Zhang Zili stood up abruptly and stared at Mo Chen nervously, Mo Chen got up and ran over first. Wang Lei was confused, turned over and sat up, and saw Mo Chen and Zhang Zili rushing out of the door one after another, he was very puzzled. At this moment, suddenly a lightning bolt flashed outside the window, followed by a thunderous roar, and at the same time, a black shadow galloped past outside the bed, Wang Lei couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, and ran out of bed to the girl's room.

"What's wrong?" Mo Chen pushed open the girl's door and rushed in. In order to facilitate mutual care, they had agreed in advance not to lock the door.

Meng Xinyao sat on the edge of the bed, her red and swollen ankles resting on the edge of the bed, while in her hands, she held her scepter with the power of the earth, and the scepter was dim and shining. Mo Chen glanced at it and knew that this was the scepter that had entered the cooldown time of divine power because it was used outside of "Gods", and it seemed that something must have happened just now.

Meng Xinyao was frightened, raised her hand tremblingly, and pointed to the ceiling behind Mo Chen, "She! ”

Following Meng Xinyao's point, Mo Chen turned around abruptly and saw a person hanging from the ceiling. The earthy gray coarse cloth linen clothes, a pair of black coarse cloth shoes on his feet, swaying slightly in the air because of inertia, and his messy hair blocked his face tightly, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

At this time, Wang Lei happened to have just walked in, and when he raised his eyes unsuspectingly, he saw this "hanged ghost", screamed, and staggered against the door.

Just now Chen Cen helped to compress Meng Xinyao's sprained left foot with hot water, and then the three of them squeezed into a bed to rest, saying that they were resting, but they were just staring at the bed and resting, after all, they had just entered the topic, who would really be sleepy and want to sleep. Although because of Fang Xiaoxue's previous practices, Meng Xinyao had already had a grudge against her, and Chen Cen had also heard of it, but this did not delay Meng Xinyao and Chen Cen from chatting in front of her. Fang Xiaoxue lay on her side in the innermost part of the bed and closed her eyes to recuperate, Meng Xinyao and Chen Cen chatted in a whisper, and while chatting, they vaguely heard a faint voice lingering in this room. An old female voice muttered "1, 2, 3~~6" faintly, and every time the voice read 6, it would pause for two seconds, and then count from 1.

At first, Meng Xinyao and the others didn't pay attention to it, thinking that it was the guest next door on the other side who was checking something, after all, this kind of old-fashioned building, you can't expect its walls to be soundproofed well. But it's always so repeated endlessly, as if someone is chanting the scriptures in his ear, which is indeed a bit annoying, Chen Cen wants to knock on the door next door, let the next room pay attention, don't affect others. However, when I thought of Zheng Yi leaving, I deliberately reminded them that no matter what sound they heard, they were not allowed to walk around, maybe they were hinting at this matter? Thinking of this, Meng Xinyao and the others had no choice but to continue to endure.

Fang Xiaoxue, who was resting with her eyes closed, was about to fall asleep in a daze, and the sound she heard at this time would be amplified for no reason. Many people must have experienced this feeling, when they are awake, if the sound they hear is still in a low state, once they are half-asleep, the sound received in their ears will suddenly become extremely noisy.

Fang Xiaoxue was furious, kicked the wall next door with her foot, and cursed, "Count the farts!" 1, 2, 3, endlessly! But the owner of the voice didn't seem to be restrained because of this, and continued unhurriedly, Fang Xiaoxue rolled her eyes, and shouted as if she was over, "7!" ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fang Xiaoxue's "7" word was shouted, there was a loud bang from the ceiling, and a black mist popped out from the opening of the ceiling, approaching the three people on the bed. Meng Xinyao was in a hurry, so he pulled out a scepter wrapped in black cloth and used divine power to block it. A golden light flashed, the black mist suddenly dispersed, and when I looked up again, I saw a person hanging from the ceiling.

Everyone's eyes focused on Mo Chen's body, watching him carefully approach the person hanging from the ceiling, and the calf touched by his raised hand was already stiff, and there was no sign of being a human being. Mo Chen beckoned, Zhang Zili hurriedly moved a chair over, Mo Chen stepped on it, and the two worked together to lift the hanged person out of the rope loop and put it on the ground, leaving the empty hanging rope dangling in place alone, as if waiting for the next person to stick his head in.

When he came, he knew that this was a terrifying theme, Mo Chen's psychology had already been on guard, corpses, blood, stumps and broken legs and the like must be indispensable, so Mo Chen's mood was quite calm, and he brushed aside the messy hair scattered on the corpse's face, and a miserable white face was revealed.

The old skin is full of the furrows of time, the age is almost past the sixtieth year, the purple lips, the decimeter-long tongue is straight and spits out, and only the whites of the two eyes are bulging, this is the uniform makeup of the hanged man.

The earlobes on both sides of the corpse have pierced ears, which are decorated with silver earrings, which are very different from our time, and the earrings of this era refer to the many ornaments worn on the piercings, and this pair of earrings is a thorough, ring-shaped ornament, with no superfluous pattern stripes on it, which is very simple.

Judging from her clothes and accessories, Mo Chen guessed that "she may be a subordinate of the old mother of the family." ”