In the evening, the sunset is like blood!

At this time, the road from the city to the ancient town was becoming scarce and scarce.

Half an hour later, the road was empty and silent!

At this moment, the sound of a horse-drawn carriage was heard in the distance.

My name is Nan Feng, one of the core figures of the tomb robber family, of course, this is a later story.

At this moment, I was sitting in a carriage going to the ancient town, staring blankly at the scene outside.

On the road ahead, far away, there was no one to be seen.

Suddenly, a strange feeling of emptiness hit my heart.

I suddenly felt that my arrival was an unusual quest!

Looking at the road in front of me winding and stretching up, my heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

When I looked out of the carriage, it was as if the strange event had spread to me.

Grandpa, Dad, those terrible experiences, those weird things, linger in my mind.

Are the intermittent fragments that my dad told me real?

Suddenly, I saw a horse-drawn carriage over the hill in front of me, and not far away was an ancient cottage town.

The ancient town looks desolate and gloomy!

The houses in the ancient town are shrouded in the jungle, and some dark roof tiles are faintly visible.

The roof tiles are so old that they look old.

As I watched, the driver told me that this was where I was going.

Before I came here, I knew about this ancient town.

It is said that this ancient town has a high historical value due to its age.

Therefore, scholars, archaeological experts, and tourists will gather here to investigate, play, visit, take pictures, sketch, and take commemorative photos.

All of a sudden, it became a lively and bustling ancient town.

At this time, the coachman patted the horse while pulling the horse rope, and asked loudly outside: "Little brother, why did you come to such a ghost place?" ”

I heard in the carriage and didn't understand what he meant.

His eyes stared at him questionably and puzzled, hoping that he would continue.

Sure enough, I listened to him continue.

But he spoke very strangely, and he said, "I won't tell you that this place is all the way!" ”

He lowered his voice again and said, "It's all ghosts, ghosts will make you feel incredible!" ”

I listened, but I didn't make a sound.

He paused, then continued, "Well, by the way, little brother, are you really going to enter the town ahead?" ”

I replied, "Yes." ”

He lowered his head, but did not speak.

After a long time, he shook his head and sighed: "Many people like to go to that town, but unfortunately they all go back in the end." ”

"Have you gone or not?" I was stunned.

"Huh!" He laughed weirdly.

"Little brother, do you know why they didn't come back in the end?"

I shook my head with a wry smile and said, "I don't know." ”

He said quietly: "Actually, the so-called ancient town, no one really understands what kind of place it is. ”

"What kind of place is that?" I think the coachman and his previous tone have suddenly become a little weird.

"The Land of the Dead." He said slowly.

"The Land of the Dead?" I repeated, and my heart became uneasy.

Indeed, from the moment I entered this ancient town, I seemed to have a hunch that this ancient town was unusual.

returned the coachman, but he actually said it to the point.

What's really going on in this ancient town? Why is it the Land of the Dead? I wondered.

"Little brother, seeing that you are destined for me, I will tell you a secret." He said suddenly.

"What's the secret?" I wondered.

"When you get to that ancient town, there is an inn........ He stopped suddenly.

"The inn?" I frowned!

He didn't speak again.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "Why didn't you say it when you came to the inn?" ”。

"Oh, anyway, you have to be careful." He said, "That inn is very weird. ”

"What's weird?" I suddenly muttered to myself.

"The inn?" I suddenly felt as if the driver was reminding me of something, and I couldn't help but mutter.

I still remember that about an inn, I once heard my grandfather tell a very mysterious legend.

Legend has it that one day, 300 years ago, a man stayed in an inn.

At that time, the inn did not have several floors as it does now, and he was living in a room on the first floor.

In the room, the man slept hazy.

Suddenly, he woke up strangely, and when he looked up, he saw a strange door in the ground.

There was a ghostly light at the door, but it was so hazy inside that I couldn't see anything clearly.

The man looked at him in amazement, wondering if it was going to be the case, and got up and walked away.

He reached into the glow and touched the door frame with his hand, and he could touch it completely. He was sure it was a door.

He pushed the door, and it opened on its own.

Next, he climbed in.

After that, no one saw the man again.

The next day, he was looked for, but he saw the strange door in his room.

I saw that there were some blood stains on the door.

If you look closely, it's a row of crooked blood letters.

It must have been written by the man with his finger dipped in blood.

He looked at it and saw that it clearly read, "Gates of Hell, don't enter!" ”。

What about that person? Why did he write this line? Is this a warning?

No one knows what this is all about.

That night, after the gate of hell in the inn was known, many people wanted to go in to see what was going on, but because of the words on the ground, no one dared to step forward.

Who knows, that inn, on the same night, actually caught fire again.

After that, there were many people who tried to find the gates of hell, but the gates of hell disappeared out of thin air, and no one found them again.

And so the gates of hell disappeared for the next 300 years!

"Little brother, little brother, what are you thinking?" The driver called me.

I came back to my senses, looked at the coachman in front of me, and sighed, "When you talk about the inn, I think of a legend. ”

"Oh, what legend?"

"I wonder if you've heard of the legend of a hell's gate?" As soon as I finished speaking, I didn't know what was going on, but I saw him shake.

Suddenly, he turned his head, stared at me with blood-red eyes, and asked sharply, "The gates of hell?" Who are you listening to? ”

I was taken aback by his actions, and I realized that this was the secret of why my grandfather didn't let me tell anyone about it!

I shook my head and said, "I've just heard some passers-by talk about it, so I'll ask." ”

He let out an "oh" and said with a blue face: "Get out of the car!" ”

"What? Get out? "I felt weird and innocent.

Do you want to be kicked out of the carriage by this coachman if you say something you shouldn't say?

Why did the coachman become so abnormal when he heard about "The Gates of Hell", and did he have some connection with it?

I was wondering what the connection was!

"Little brother, you're where you're going." He said coldly.

I listened, and unconsciously looked through the car window. The carriage has entered the ancient town.

"Ancient town? Is this the ancient town that my dad said? Incredible! It's not ordinary! I muttered and stepped out of the carriage.

Take my own big bag of luggage and pay for it to the driver.

The coachman only said: "Little brother, this ancient town is unusual, I hope to see you again next time I leave!" ”

"Thank you!" I nodded, but it suddenly seemed to me that the coachman knew something.