Chapter 118: You Didn't Kill People, Could It Be Ghosts?

Knock knock!

In the midst of the exchanges, there was another knock on the door.

"Open the door, we're going to stay in the hotel."

Outside the door, a woman's voice came out.

The shopkeeper hurriedly went to open the door.

I saw two men and a woman walking towards the inn, both wearing expensive robes, looking extraordinary, and it is estimated that the origin is not simple.

"Senior brother, I still have to drink ......"

One of the men who was being held muttered, looking like he had drunk too much.

Another white-robed man reprimanded, "Still drinking? What do you see you're drunk? I'll help you go to rest first. ”

Then, he looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Junior Er, go and prepare three upper rooms." ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly said, "I'm really sorry, the room is full now." ”

"Full?"

The white-robed man frowned, looked at the people present, and said, "In Lu Qingfeng, Xialujiazhuang, do you have any friends who are willing to give up three rooms?" I can pay ten times the price. ”

"It turned out to be someone from Lujiazhuang."

Some looked shocked.

"Lujiazhuang? Isn't it easy? ”

Tang Ruoyu was a little curious.

Liu Feiyan said indifferently: "In Huizhou, Lujiazhuang is a big force, and its owner is Lu Jianyuan, who is known as the jade-faced swordsman, a strong man at the grandmaster level!" ”

"Jade-faced swordsman, the ...... of the strong grandmaster"

Tang Ruoyu's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became interested, and he wanted to have a discussion.

"Since I am a young man from Lujiazhuang, I will give up my room and don't charge money."

"I'll give that room to the three of us."

“......”

Someone immediately let the room out, wanting to have a good relationship with Lujiazhuang.

After all, Lujiazhuang is in Huizhou and has a lot of right to speak, and if you can make friends with Lujiazhuang's disciples, it will also be beneficial in the future.

"Thank you!"

Lu Qingfeng looked at the three people who gave up the room with a grateful expression.

Subsequently, the shopkeeper took the three of them to the second floor.

It didn't take long.

A middle-aged man with a big belly walked down from the second floor, and beside him, a middle-aged monk was also followed.

"Everyone, I am the owner of Qingfeng Inn, there are some unclean things in this Wuli Pavilion recently, and I specially invited a master to exorcise evil spirits."

The innkeeper said to everyone with a smile on his face.

Then, he looked at the middle-aged monk on the side: "Master, it's hard work!" ”

"Hmm!"

The middle-aged monk nodded indifferently and walked to the middle position.

I saw him sitting on the ground, closing his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, golden runes appeared around him, and these runes were suspended in mid-air.

"Om Ma Bowl Ne Ming ......"

The middle-aged monk kept turning the Buddhist beads in his hand and chanting incantations silently, and these runes swirled around his body, emitting a burst of golden light, which looked extremely weird.

"Master!"

Tang Ruoyu stared at the middle-aged monk in surprise, such an interesting scene, it was the first time he had seen it, and he only thought it was very interesting.

Ye Lingtian smiled dumbly, this monk is indeed a bit of a Taoist, but he is not a master, he is just a six-rank martial artist, and he can play tricks in the rivers and lakes.

"Go!"

The middle-aged monk opened his eyes, waved his big hand, and the rune paper around him instantly flew to the surrounding walls.

"Alright."

The middle-aged monk got up.

"Thank you, Master."

The innkeeper hurriedly thanked.

The middle-aged monk nodded lightly with an expressionless face.

"I'll send the master back to his room."

The innkeeper said respectfully, and returned to the room with the middle-aged monk.

"This master is amazing."

Tang Ruoyu couldn't help but stretch out his thumb.

Liu Feiyan glanced at Tang Ruoyu: "It's just pretending to be a ghost." ”

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a roar of thunder, a downpour outside, a howling wind, and the sound of trees rattling.

A cold wind poured into the inn, and the shopkeeper hurriedly went to close the door.

Burst!

At this moment, the lights in the inn went out instantly and became pitch black, and everyone's hearts tightened, and they subconsciously clenched their blades.

"Ah...... Dead man......"

A scream rang out in the inn.

"The innkeeper's voice."

A ghostly light flashed in Liu Feiyan's eyes, and he immediately rushed to the second floor.

The shopkeeper hurriedly lit the extinguished candle, and the light in the inn was restored again.

"What's going on?"

Everyone's faces were gloomy, is this Wuli Pavilion really haunted, how do you feel a little evil?

"Go up and have a look!"

Ye Lingtian put his hands in his sleeves and walked upstairs.

Tang Ruoyu hurriedly followed.

In a room, surrounded by blood, the middle-aged monk before was lying on the ground covered in blood, without an inch of skin on his body, his eyes were wide, he was dead, and he looked extremely scary.

Beside him, the innkeeper was also stained with some blood, trembling all over, revealing a look of horror.

Liu Feiyan was carefully examining the body of the middle-aged monk, and his expression was a little solemn.

Ye Lingtian and Tang Ruoyu entered the room.

Looking at the blood-drenched monk on the ground and the blood around him, Ye Lingtian showed a look of thought.

"How did he die?"

Tang Ruoyu stared at the monk on the ground, a little puzzled, what was going on with the blood around him?

Liu Feiyan got up, looked at the innkeeper next to him, and said coldly, "What happened just now?" And how did he die? ”

The innkeeper said in horror: "I don't know how he died, just now the candle suddenly went out, the room was dark, and when I lit the candle again, I found that the master was dead, and I didn't kill the person......"

"There are just two of you in the room, you didn't kill the person, could it be that the ghost killed you?"

A cold cheer sounded, and I saw Lu Qingfeng and the woman walking in.

"Ghosts! That's right, it's a ghost killing, and Wuliting is often haunted. ”

The innkeeper said in a trembling voice.

"I think someone is pretending to be a ghost, wait for me to take you down, see how you pretend."

Lu Qingfeng's tone was cold, and he was about to make a move.

"Wait!"

Liu Feiyan immediately stopped Lu Qingfeng.

"What do you mean by girl?"

Lu Qingfeng said coldly.

Liu Feiyan said indifferently: "This innkeeper is just an ordinary person, and this monk is a sixth-rank martial artist, do you think an ordinary person can kill a sixth-rank martial artist in an instant?" ”

"Yes, except for the blood in this room, all the items are not messy, and there is no trace of a fight."

Tang Ruoyu looked at the items around him.

"Then who killed this monk? Is it really a ghost? ”

Lu Qingfeng frowned.

"Whether it's a human or a ghost, don't you know how this monk died?"

Ye Lingtian smiled faintly, looking a little unfathomable.

He looked at the monk on the ground and said: "There is not an inch of complete skin on the whole body, combined with the surrounding blood, it can be guessed that his blood vessels burst and died instantly, Miss Liu, have you checked this monk's heart?" ”