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"Don't look." I quickly ran up to Anyarin, blocked her view, and gently stroked her back.

"Eat meat!" The old turtle coaxed.

"Smack", I slapped the old turtle off the stool, this neurosis, Made, when is it, and Nima coaxed and teased Anyarin.

"Tsk, Yang Yun came over and took a look, good things." Yuan Tiangang's voice came from the back kitchen.

When did Yuan Tiangang go to the back kitchen?

I patted Anyarin on the back, "Arlinn, take a deep breath, forget what you see, it'll be fine right away, you'll be fine when you're done throwing up." I'll go to Yuan Tiangang's side to have a look. ”

"I'll go too." Anyarin struggled to her feet.

My eyes narrowed, this tsundere beast is just a little bad, too curious, and a stubborn temper, and what I believe must be done.

"Okay." I nodded, put my arm around Anyarin, and walked to the back kitchen.

"Wow", I opened the curtain, and for a moment, the pungent fishy smell made me frown.

I didn't want to look at it, so I immediately covered Anyarin's eyes and didn't let her see it, Made, I knew what was in the back kitchen when I thought about it with my toes! Anyalyn still can't vomit until she faints?

"Vomit", the heavy fishy stench, still made Anyarin feel strongly uncomfortable, and she bent over and kept retching. I haven't eaten anything for a day, and I've vomited for so long that I can't vomit anymore.

"You're always reckless, this is a ghost inn, you obviously know in your heart that there are corpses in the kitchen, and you still want to come and see, you're still young, these cruel and disgusting things can't stand it."

I shook my head, picked up Anyarin, came out of the back kitchen, carried her to the doorframe of the inn, and sat her down.

"You sit here, look at the scenery outside, breathe in the fresh air, and I'll go in and have a look. We'll be on our way later. ”

"Hmm." Anyarin nodded, not messing with me.

I grabbed the old turtle on the stool and walked into the back kitchen again.

"Look, they're all corpses." Yuan Tiangang stood on a pedal in the back kitchen, pointing to a sink.

The sink was large, deep, filled with water, and the pool was filled with corpses. There were about 15 of these bodies, men, women and children, all of whom had been processed. A large hole was cut in the chest of the corpse, and the internal organs were removed.

The liquid in the sink must have been sprinkled with antiseptics, and the corpses were apparently dead for a long time, but the human flesh was not decomposed.

And the smell I just came in was not the smell emanating from the corpse, the source of the smell, in another place.

On a long wooden shelf, I saw clear glass jars for pickles, filled with a pale black liquid soaked in offal.

"Roar... ，

In the glass jars, there was a faint roar of unwillingness and despair.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow, "Ghost screams?" ”

Puzzled, I walked into the wooden frame and looked closely.

I saw that in those glass jars, on the surface of the visceral tissue, there was a wisp of pale white ribbon-like mist, which swayed in the liquid, and the roots were always connected to the viscera and could not be separated.

"Let me out!" A shrill cry came from the glass jar.

"Damn, it's a ghost! I'm locked in my own organs. Yuan Tiangang's eyes widened, and he walked to the wooden frame and looked at it carefully.

"This kind of practice is unreasonable, or not, or not." Yuan Tiangang shook his head again and again.

"I guess they used special means to connect the ghosts and internal organs of the corpses so that the ghosts would not leave the body. Then, when cooking the corpse, the ghost is hooked into the corpse. ”

I rubbed my chin, "These ghosts are really not a thing, such a cruel method, just for the pleasure of taste." ”

"Let them go, I'm also a member of the Daomen, help them exceed, resolve the resentment in their hearts, and let them go to reincarnation as soon as possible."

Yuan Tiangang sighed, and with a wave of his hand, a cloud of golden mist was formed, shattering all the glass jars.

Under the golden light, the entrails dissolved strangely, leaving no fragments, and then wisps of ghosts emerged from the entrails, looking at us with a hideous and murderous face.

"What? We saved you, you want to suck our yang essence? ”

I smiled coldly and was about to kill them.

"Don't," Yuan Tiangang hurriedly stopped me, "They are very pitiful, it is not their intention to become like this, they have now been dominated by resentment, I will help them overdo it, let them be reincarnated." ”

Yuan Tiangang closed his eyes, his expression was solemn, his lips squirmed, and he recited mysterious and difficult notes. Strange golden notes flew out of his mouth and landed on a large group of ghosts.

"Snort... , The resentment that pervades the ghost's body gradually dissolves under the cover of the notes.

The hideous expression on the ghost's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a gentle smile.

After a while, Yuan Tiangang's voice stopped, and the excess was over.

"Bang", a large number of ghosts knelt down and bowed to Yuan Tiangang gratefully, and then nodded to this Yuan Tiangang, turned around and dissipated in the human world.

An extremely faint golden light fell from the sky and landed on Yuan Tiangang's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Merit?" I squinted at Yuan Tiangang, this guy has picked up all the bargains.

"It's too little, it's not enough, it's just a few wild ghosts." Yuan Tiangang pouted, his face full of unhappiness.

I nodded, Yuan Tiangang was right, such a little merit, in our opinion, is too little. I used to be an ordinary person, and the merit of luck helped me open up the yin acupoints and put me on the path of yin power cultivation.

But now, my cultivation has reached the level of a medium ghost general, and it must be a majestic merit to be beneficial to me.

"Let's go, now that the matter of this ghost inn is settled, let's continue on our way."

I glanced at the back kitchen again, sighed, and walked out.

"Yang Yun, you said that around the world, how many ghost inns like this are there?"

The old turtle sat on my shoulder and suddenly spoke.

I'm silent, how many will there be? It's just a deserted tourist attraction, and there are man-eating ghost inns all there. What about other places with a lot of traffic? How many people will disappear mysteriously?

Most of what we see on the news are positive events, and only a small part are negative news. However, this negative news is only what the authorities are willing to let you know.

There are many more that the people do not want to know!

"Let's go, I'll carry you." I walked up to Anyarin and consciously carried her on my back.

As we walked outside the inn, I rubbed my fingers, and the power of the air was condensed by me, forming a reddish flame between my fingers.

I turned my back to the inn, and with a flick of my finger, the flames were catapulted into the roof of the inn.

"Boom", a strong flame suddenly erupted, igniting the air, and the fire spread in an instant, enveloping the inn.

"Crackling", the wood was burned by the flames, making a crackling sound.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

I've burned down the inn, I've extinguished the ghosts, and maybe it won't be long before another inn or hotel will appear here.

Out of the ghost inn, we didn't encounter any danger along the way, and it was very safe. The mountain is very remote, so I caught a hare in the forest and made a barbecue for Anyarin.

After descending the mountain, it was a wide road, and we walked on the road for more than 1 hour and came across a tractor.

The master who drove the tractor was very honest, and as soon as we expressed our intention to hitchhike, he said yes with a fluent local accent.

Fortunately, I am from Nanjing, and I am still familiar with the surrounding dialects, and the accents of various regions and cities in Jiangsu are different, and even the accents are different between towns.

And just like that, we sat on the straw pile in the back of the tractor and set out on the way home.

An Yalin's face was not good-looking, and she kept a straight face and did not speak.

"Ahem, what, although we are not in good condition, at least we don't have to walk, right?" I smiled awkwardly.

"Look, how soft is this straw, and how fragrant is the flowers and earth? This is pristine, and we are in close contact with nature. ”

I'm cheeky.

"Yang Yun, it's dirty." The old turtle slapped me in the ear.

"Where did you come from?" The master shouted loudly in a thick dialect.

"Eh, the Female Classic (Nanjing)." I basically know a little bit of the dialects of various places, and listening to the master's accent, it should be from Zhenjiang Township.

The master is a cheerful middle-aged man, who speaks heartily, and talks to me along the way, and I also patiently reply to him.