A motel nestled between two snowy mountains, with no sign left to be seen except for the dim sand of the surrounding ground telling everyone that it was once a motel that had been run in the desert.

Obviously, the migration from the vast sea of sand to the snow-capped mountains did not bring much profit to the motel, at least the large open space in front of the hotel was nothing but a puddle of water and a few strangely shaped motorcycles.

Greeted by James, Moon Zhong followed the enthusiastic cowboys and pushed open the door of the motel. It can be seen that most of the provenance of this motel comes from American movie scripts in the late nineties. When you open the door of the motel, you will see a large stage on the left side in addition to the king-size bar inside. There are three steel pipes erected on the stage, and three scantily clad and sexy girls are doing something indescribable around the steel pipes.

On the left side of the gate is a counter through which you must complete the registration of your meals and accommodation. Even through this small window, you can see that Uncle Gold Tooth who is guarding inside has a large box of sets at hand, and it seems that even the security measures are ready, and he looks like he is attentive.

If it was just this ordinary decoration and the same setting as bad taste, it didn't seem to be able to cause Wen Zhong to complain, but in the end, Wen Zhong still couldn't stifle his desire to complain.

It all started when Wen Zhong stepped into the lobby of this motel, and as described above, Wen Zhong always thought that this place was a place for people to rest and eat. But everyone is data, what is the point of the existence of such a motel in the desert? I thought it would be a crowd of people, but when I walked in, Wen Zhong realized that he was very wrong.

Sitting at the large table at the very entrance was a row of skulls covered in flames and dressed in punk leather suits, and if Bun Zhong remembered correctly, these guys had a resounding name: Ghost Rider

These oozing skulls shouted and poured beer into their mouths, but before the beer could enter their mouths, the flames were already evaporated, and even if a drop passed through their mouths, they would flow down their spines and directly to the ground. Now Zhong finally understands who those weird motorcycles at the door are.

The strange thing is that at the table next to this group of ghost riders, there is a large group of guys covered in red skin, with horns on their heads and sharp tails, but with black eyes. If Bun Joong is not mistaken, these guys also have a resounding name: Demon

These sharp-toothed and sharp-mouthed, too-bewildered, gang-ups grabbed a large pile of meat on the table and stuffed it into their mouths, not caring at all how inappropriate this scene was, and even managing other people's opinions without caring about it.

Basically, people with a little movie common sense know that in a certain universe, Ghost Knight never deals with demons, and it can even be said that Ghost Knight hunts demons. But the scene in front of him has made Wen Zhong unable to complain, the evil ghost rider and the demon are actually under the same roof, each looking for fun, is there anything more nonsense than this?

Belch... Actually, there is.

Looking inside, I was surprised to find a human body wearing Hanfu, but with a huge dragon head on its head, sitting alone in front of the pole stage and drooling wildly. There was even a big pile of water on the ground, but no one wanted to ask! All right... The big puddle at the door seemed to have an owner.

originally thought it was a motel with a lot of people, but it completely subverted Wen Zhong's three views. Even though he knew that the recycle bin could not be measured by common sense, Wen Zhong still couldn't help but make a fuss. I wanted to continue watching, but the cool cowboys who had already gone through the formalities had already beckoned Wen Zhong to walk in.

It has to be said that the existence of this motel has completely made Wen Zhong full of interest in the strange place of the recycling station. But even so, but in fact, this hotel still maintains an old style, Wen Zhong, who has been in "Horror World" for a long time, still has the ability to appreciate motels, so he silently gave this motel a 2-point evaluation.

Walk through the old staircase to a long hallway. The wallpaper on both sides is a little yellowish, and there are some disgusting marks on it. Wen Zhong noticed that the group did not react much to this, and it was obvious that they had already been here. Walking through the long corridor, I thought I had come to the place, but who would have known that just opened the door, there was actually a downward passage.

Looking at the passage of the black hole below, Wen Zhong hesitated to stand in place and refused to move, but the boss of the cowboys didn't say anything, James shook his head at Wen Zhong handsomely, said come up, and walked in. Following the cowboy in front, Wen Zhong realized that there was a row of laser flashlights placed behind the door.

The old authentic, enthusiastic cowboys and advanced laser flashlights, no matter how you look at it, are full of a sense of disobedience, but it still happened in front of Wen Zhong's eyes. The length of the staircase was as long and smelly as the author's nonsense, and it lasted about four minutes before the staircase came to an end.

"Here... What exactly is the place? Wen Zhong looked at the strange scene in front of him and couldn't help but ask.

What appeared in front of his eyes was actually a lively bazaar. This bazaar has the architectural characteristics of the early 50s Celestial Empire, with green bricks and green tiles, white walls and mahogany. But the people who were active in the bazaar had all kinds of faces, and Wen Zhong even saw orcs and humans walking shoulder to shoulder. The sun was hot above the market, and it didn't look like it was underground, and it looked like the staircase might just be a portal.

James, a fierce cowboy who has always been enthusiastic and unrestrained, but has a face that can frighten children, did not have an enthusiastic performance at this time, showed a hint of a gloomy smile, and said gloomily: "You will know, but not now." Let's go inside! My friend! Now is not the time to chat! ”

With James's yin and yang strange tone, he had already silently stood in formation, and the cowboys who surrounded Wen Zhong's retreat drew their pistols from their waists and pointed at Wen Zhong.

What was happening here did not attract the attention of the people walking in the market not far away, or rather, they noticed it but did not care. It could be seen that the cool cowboys really wanted to see the panicked expressions on Wen Zhong's face, but Wen Zhong finally understood the intentions of these cowboys after skimming a detail in the market.

Perhaps it was Wen Zhong's indifferent expression that angered the leading party who had always behaved harmless, James was a little angry and pointed at Wen Zhong with a king-size revolver and said, "Come in!" ”

The direction he pointed to was a wooden cage, which reminded Wen Zhong of something, only to hear Wen Zhong ask casually, "So, why is there still a slave trade in the recycling bin?" ”

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