Cha Cha was frightened by the innkeeper, and Murong Huan hugged Cha Cha's shoulder from behind with her backhand, giving her enough security.

"Boss, we are outsiders, we don't understand the rules of your place, and we don't know what to say and what not to say, can you tell us why we can't even see a single figure in this place in broad daylight?"

After Cha Cha glanced at Murong Huan, she fell on the owner of the inn, and she was also very curious about the strangeness of this villa.

After Murong Huan asked his doubts, everyone's eyes fell on the innkeeper, also waiting for him to answer.

But the innkeeper dragged his crippled leg back to the counter, fiddling with Parry's crackling abacus like a skeleton, "Don't ask any more questions, if you're not here to visit your relatives, I advise you, if you want to live, don't stay in this place."

The young people who wanted to survive have left the villa, leaving us old and immortal ...... Wait for death slowly. ”

If they go to the backyard, they will find a coffin that the innkeeper had prepared for himself under a pile of dead grass.

Inn owner, oh no...... It is the entire Baicong Village, which gives everyone an unprecedented feeling of depression.

This feeling is different from that of people who are suffering from an incurable disease and know that their days are numbered, but they can see the sun rising as usual every day, but their hearts are ...... is gray.

The guest room is on the second floor, the whole inn is "back" shape, the inn where the long live Lord lives is in the middle, and there are masters in the bright and dark places next to it.

Chongjin and Chonghan's rooms are respectively at the two corners of the "Hui" shaped inn, Cha Cha and Murong Huan's rooms are next to each other, Xiao San and Feng Ming live in one, and He Anjia and Chongyan live in another.

At night, a dark yellow candle was lit in the entire inn, and the clusters of candle flames shook unsteadily, making the whole inn seem to exist in an irregular four-dimensional space.

Chongyan covered himself in the quilt, and the hill that arched on the bed trembled, and even the threads exposed on the quilt could feel Chongyan's fear.

He Anjia helplessly withdrew his eyes from Xiaoshanbao, and on the table in the guest room, Murong Huan and the others each held a corner of the table.

Chongjin and Chonghan pushed the door in from the outside.

"Ahhh

The two people who had just come in looked in the direction from which the sound came, and it was Chong Yanmeng screaming loudly under the covers.

He Anjia hugged Chongyan and the whole quilt in the past, and comforted: "Good guy, it's big brother and big brother, don't scare yourself." ”

Chongyan poked his head out of the quilt, and when he saw Chongjin and Chonghan standing in front of him alive, he stopped screaming.

Chongjin and Chonghan, who were regarded as unknown things: "......"

Cha Cha dragged her cheeks with both hands, "What did you say happened to this Baicong Village, so that all the young people here fled here without staying, and let the old people who stayed here not be angry at all, and they felt that they were living every day in order to wait for death." ”

Murong Huan also hung his head and lay on the table in frustration: "The innkeeper refuses to reveal half a word to us, and we only see the innkeeper as a living person in the entire Baicong Village, even if we want to find a breakthrough, we have nowhere to find it." ”

Chonghan stood on the ground with a solemn face, and when the candle flame in the whole room seemed to be gently blown and swayed by an inexplicable wind, he said: "I was in the backyard just now, and I found a coffin. ”