Huang Mao half opened his mouth, and after a while, he snatched the five hundred yuan handed by Gu Yi, and said fiercely: "Boy, you have also met me now, you try it instead, hum ......"

Gu Yi showed a look of surprise: "Huh? In this way, Brother Huang is still a person with a story, and he happened to be bored along the way, so let's hear it? ”

"Hey, that's pretty story, I want to ...... back then Hey? How do you know I believe in Huang? ”

"Don't worry about the details and keep going. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Huang Mao was dazed for a moment, couldn't help but recount the pride, and really ignored the details, and said: "Tell you, back then, I, your brother Huang, I was in Beicheng Old Street, and no one knew it, a watermelon knife was famous in all directions, and everywhere the sound ......of slippers went, the wind was sluggish."

As Gu Yi guessed, Huang Mao's surname is indeed Huang, his name is Huang Lang, he is an authentic, native of Beicheng, who fought and called murder in his early years, was arrested once and locked up for a few years, and after being released from prison, he was enlightened and re-embarked on the right path.

The whole story contains the unique blood of the gangsters, coupled with the sentimental tone in Huang Mao's tone, it doesn't sound monotonous, it has a different meaning, the time passed quickly, and the taxi arrived at Gongjia Village at about one o'clock at noon.

The overall time of this trip is comparable to the time used by Li Jingyi last time, but the difference is that this time it is from the city in the morning, and there are countless traffic jams along the way, and that day it is true that he went out of the city at night, and entered the village during the day, and there is no pressure on the road.

After then looking for a place to park the car, Gu Yi was hungry and was thinking about finding a place to eat, when a hotel appeared in front of him.

Gu Yi quickly recognized that the location of this hotel, the shape of the building was the first time at this time, the one opened by the old man Gong was only now repainted, and the surrounding area has also widened a little and become more presentable.

Looking at the capitalized "Gongjia Village No. 1 Guest House" in front of the main entrance of the hotel, Gu Yi was puzzled, and couldn't help but stop a villager who was passing by in a hurry and gave him a hundred yuan: "This fellow, ask about something." ”

The villagers were stunned for a moment, and reacted after seeing the red ticket in their hands: "You say." ”

Gu Yi pointed to the hotel and asked: "That's the case, I came to the village last month, and I heard that this hotel was opened by an old man, and then the old man died, and a corpse was dug up inside, how can this kind of place be reinstalled and expanded?" Don't seep into the house? ”

"The village is not allowed to mention this matter, but this brother, I think you are a person who understands, so I will tell you." The villagers glanced at the hotel, unconsciously shuddered, put the money away, and whispered: "Old man Gong died miserably, but the most terrifying thing is the little flower dug up in his hotel, the little flower is the daughter-in-law who married outside our village, and helped the old man Gong, and suddenly disappeared one day, I didn't expect to be killed and sealed in the wall, I heard the people in the village say that the little flower was pregnant with a child before she died, and the person was also sealed alive in the wall, but when she dug it out, her stomach was concave, and it was likely that she gave birth to a ghost boy, So now the whole building is haunted! ”

"Haunted?"

Hearing what the villagers said, Gu Yi didn't take a closer look at the hotel, and sure enough, he found that the slightest ghost qi was spreading, but there was something inside.

The villager continued: "Old man Gong has no descendants, this place is naturally public when people die, although this place is unlucky, but helplessly in the center of the village, plus I heard that Beicheng is going to prepare to vigorously develop our tourism here, the village government simply changed this house, thinking about preparing for the future, but, hey, there is a lot of evil inside, you see, those few people who invited to do things, did not dare to enter the door during the day." ”

Gu Yi nodded and thanked him after hearing this, and after the villagers walked away, Huang Lang came back, he just parked the car and went to the shop to buy two bottles of water, the villagers didn't hear a word, seeing him come back, Gu Yi suddenly had an idea.

"Yo, Brother Huang, I haven't eaten in the morning and I'm hungry, I've been here to this hotel, it tastes good, let's go, I'll invite you at noon."

"Oh? That's a good feeling, let's go, starve this handsome guy. ”

Huang Lang's face was overjoyed, he shook off his yellow hair, and walked towards the hotel with Gu Yi.

Approaching the door, there were a few uniformed staff here, all standing at the door and seeing the two of them coming, they didn't say hello, Gu Yi asked one of them: "Where do we pay for our accommodation?" ”

This man looked tangled, and said hesitantly: "Inside, inside, that ......"

"What kind of hair is that, if you have something to say, let it go!" Huang Lang, who was already hungry and panicked, couldn't help but scold, quite a bit of the majesty that shocked Beicheng Old Street back then.

The scolded staff's face changed, and he snorted: "It's nothing, please inside, the accommodation is free, find a room to live in." As he spoke, he pushed open the door of the hotel.

"What kind of attitude do you TM, believe it or not......"

"Forget it, everyone is socialist and communist for free, what do you care?" Gu Yi patted Huang Lang's shoulders with both hands at the same time, and persuaded, "Look, this doesn't look like a place to eat, you go in first to find a room to rest and rest, and you have to drive in the afternoon, I'll go get something to eat and come back soon." ”

Huang Lang shuddered, feeling a little colder for no reason, but he didn't care, and said, "Okay, I'll go find a place to sleep first, you hurry up." As he spoke, he entered the hotel, and muttered: "Why is this ghost weather suddenly cold......

Huang Lang's ruffian body made the staff outside all kinds of unhappy, and they all watched him enter the hotel with a sneer. It's just that two minutes later, the young man at the door didn't look for something to eat as he said, but smiled at his side, reflexively entered, and closed the door with his hand.

"Hey, wait a minute......"

Bang......

……

Inside the hotel.

There are very few windows on the first floor, and no light can penetrate the light, only a few incandescent lights barely illuminate the place, and the whole floor seems a little dim.

In the middle, the original wall was gone, and a simple altar was placed on the ground, on which three incense sticks were about to bottom.

Huang Lang, who entered the hotel, felt a little cold, and only glanced at the altar of God, all as a rural custom, did not care, and came directly to the second floor.

On the second floor, there is no curfew for the door of the room here, only a "nobody" sign is hung, Huang Lang chose one at random, turned over the sign and replaced it with "someone" and entered the room.

After coming in, Huang Lang immediately lay on the bed, covered with a quilt and felt a little warmer.

Stretching his body, he planned to wait for Gu Yi to bring him food to eat, and after a while, he suddenly thought that he didn't seem to say that he was in that room just now, sat up, and thought about it again: This floor seems to be full of unmanned cards, only if you come in, you should still be able to find it. So he lay down again.

After lying down, I still felt that something was wrong: why was there only one in my room? Those waiters are all outside for Mao?

As soon as I thought of this, there was a knock at the door......