"Boss, you misunderstood, I didn't break the flower pot." I barely managed to squeeze out a smile, "It was broken by the tenants who lived in room 204, I just saw them leave in a hurry, and they took all their luggage, and they haven't paid yet, right?" This is to live in the overlord's room, boss, you hurry up and get them back. ”

The proprietress smiled and said, "They are so big men, I'm just a weak woman, where can I catch them?" But you are different, you are a beautiful woman who is weaker than me, you say, I don't look for you, who are you looking for? ”

As she spoke, she took out a bloody kitchen knife from under her long skirt, licked the blood on the knife with a frantic face, and said, "Since you broke my flower pot, you have to compensate me for one." I hate good-looking women the most, you are all vixens who seduce men, and it is the most suitable for flower fertilizer. ”

As she spoke, she screamed and slashed the kitchen knife at my head.

Suddenly, the kitchen knife stopped in mid-air, and her hand seemed to be grabbed by something, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move.

Zhou Yuhao's figure slowly appeared behind her, and said to me unhappily: "What nonsense do you talk about this kind of murderer, let General Jinjia eat her." ”

The proprietress looked at him in horror: "You, are you a human or a ghost?" ”

Zhou Yuhao didn't pay attention to her at all, he used force in his hand, directly crushed her wrist bone, and then threw it on the ground, letting her scream.

She tried to get up, but he kicked her ankle again, shattering her ankle.

I said, "Shall we call the police first?" ”

Zhou Yuhao pondered for a moment: "Go find a rope and tie her up." ”

I hurriedly did so, Zhou Yuhao did it, dragged her downstairs, this hotel actually has a basement, as soon as I opened the basement door, a strong smell of blood and rancid smell rushed to my face, I hurriedly covered my mouth and nose, so as not to vomit out yesterday's dinner.

We called the police on the phone in the store, and then left in a hurry, and within ten minutes the police car arrived, and we hid in another hotel opposite, watched a few policemen go in, and in less than five minutes, we ran out in a panic, and one of them was still holding on to the wall and vomiting.

Soon the hotel was surrounded by a large number of police, and a yellow cordon was raised. They found the broken bones of a dozen people from the basement, and a human head was placed in all the flower pots in the hotel, and the estimated death toll reached thirty.

A hostess of an inn actually killed so many people in a frenzy, and everyone was shocked.

We inquired about the story of the proprietress, who was said to be a foreigner who wandered to Qingsong Town six years ago, worked in that hotel, and was taken by the boss of his wife who had just died, and the two got married.

But not long after the marriage, the innkeeper fell ill and died, and just three days after the man died, a beautiful woman came to the door with the child, saying that the child was the boss's son, and asked to inherit the boss's property.

The proprietress had a fierce quarrel with the mistress and drove the mother and son away, and since then, no one has seen the mother and son.

The proprietress inherited the hotel, ran it for so many years, killed so many people, and the neighbors didn't even know it.

One of the bodies found in the basement belonged to the boss, who had been brutally dismembered after his death. There is also a pair of mother and son bones, the child is only four or five years old, both of them were tortured to death, and the corpses are unbearable.

Later, the police found out that this proprietress had killed several people when she was in other provinces before, and on the police website, she was a wanted criminal with an A-level reward.

After all night of trouble in that hotel, I was able to sleep until 8 a.m., and sometimes, my nerves were very happy.

We settled the room rate, parked the van in the parking lot of the hostel and hiked into the mountains with our backpacks. The mountain road is so rough that it is impossible to drive in.

I told Zhou Yuhao about the gangsters and treasures, but he had reached an important moment of breakthrough, and he was not interested in any treasures.

In the mountains and forests, the aura is much stronger than in the city, and it is no wonder that so many cultivators would rather stay in the mountains for ten or eight years than go to the city for a few days.

Although my body is a lot stronger, but to walk such a steep mountain road, it is still a little reluctant, Zhou Yuhao dislikes me for walking slowly, and actually pulls me directly over me, picks me up horizontally, and walks through the mountains.

I was happy to save effort, hugged his neck, rested my head on his chest, felt the coldness of his body, I don't know why, I actually gradually liked this coldness, maybe he will be resurrected by then, I am not used to it.

Suddenly, he stopped and quietly retreated behind some large trees.

"What's wrong?" I whispered in his ear.

"Look." He nodded his chin outside, and I leaned down on the trunk of the tree and looked out, and a hundred meters away, it was the bandits, who walked very fast, and soon disappeared into the jungle.

Zhou Yuhao avoided those people, and walked for nearly two hours on the mountain road, we got into a cave, the cave was very dark, and the road was very bad, we walked for more than an hour, and suddenly my eyes lit up, I came out to see, it was actually a valley, the valley was full of unknown small flowers, all kinds of colors, it really looked like a fairyland.

Zhou Yuhao said to me: "A few years ago, when I was still alive, I once chased a hundred-eyed ghost, and accidentally found this place, there is no road in this area at all, the forest is like a labyrinth, and the cave is also a natural labyrinth, and it is impossible to get out alive without a map." Break through here, the safest. ”

I nodded, took the tent off my back, and set up an improvised tent for him. He suddenly pulled me over, kissed me shallowly on the face, and said, "Xiao Lin is waiting for my good news." ”

I blushed a little, like a shy little daughter-in-law: "Then you have to hurry, my patience has always been bad." ”

Zhou Yuhao smiled and took off all his clothes, revealing his strong chest muscles and abdominal muscles, as well as two perfect mermaid lines, under the mermaid line, I covered my face, oh my God, it was really a "murder weapon"!

In this way, I am really "tolerant and great".

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but cover my face again, I was so embarrassed.

He smiled at me, stepped into the tent, and took out the Night Pearl from his arms, the resentment mass in it was ancient, and I don't know who added a special shell to it to make it look like the legendary Night Pearl.

Zhou Yuhao's face was serious, he put the night pearl in his fingers, put his hands together, and then pressed hard, the special shell shattered with a bang, and he immediately wrapped the resentment mass with aura, and began to extract the resentment from it little by little.

The resentment turned into a thin thread of silk that flowed down his spirit, and his body began to glow with a faint glow.

Zhou Yuhao let out a comfortable sigh, enjoying the comfort brought by those grievances, and then used the aura in his body to transform the grievances little by little, turning them into aura for his own use.

This kind of transformation of grievances is fundamentally different from directly extracting grievances into liquid and then drinking them, the latter is basically looking for death, and although this method can be successful, it also carries a great risk.

More and more grievances were extracted, Zhou Yuhao's comfortable expression changed, and it turned into pain, and those grievances were like knives, scraping his spirit body, and that feeling was the same as the legendary torture - Ling Chi, as if he wanted to cut his body to pieces.

This kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can endure, and it is recorded in my grandmother's book that many people used to die of pain, and some could not bear the pain, had a mental breakdown, went mad, and died of an explosion.

Risks come with great opportunities, so many people go forward and follow suit, preferring to die in pain rather than use resentment to improve their physical level.

I was a little puzzled, at that time, my forehead was directly absorbed by the resentment air mass, and I didn't feel much pain after that, what the hell is going on?

I touched my smooth forehead, it has always been a piece of my heart, and from now on, it will do me a lot, but no one knows if it will kill me in the future.

I sighed, sat under a big tree, looked at the tent from afar, and then took out my mobile phone.