Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 102 The mourning hall in the aisle (please subscribe!)
Boom!dong dong!
There was a dull, soothing knock on the door, and the door of Room 1001 trembled. In the entire corridor, only this figure stood there.
The faint green light of the fire shone on the person who knocked on the door, and the shadow was reflected on the wall, depicting the general outline of the person.
However, the door of room 1001 did not open. There seemed to be no one living in this room, or it was not intended to open the door. Therefore, the thing that knocked on the door left after knocking for a while.
But he didn't leave the second floor, but changed to another room and continued to knock.
The knock on the door continued throughout the night, and almost every room was knocked over by the thing outside.
However, the strange thing is that despite this, there is not a single room on this floor that is open.
Knocking on the door seemed to be a taboo, just like the rules on the table of the Eight Immortals.
[At any time, please do not open your door. 】
That night, everyone staying here did not sleep well, including Lin Xian.
He woke up a total of three times.
The first time was because of the lingering knock on the door outside, which didn't stop all night.
The second time is because of time, because the supernatural land basically has a special concept of time, that is six o'clock, whether it is six o'clock in the morning or six o'clock in the evening, it is a qualitative time difference, therefore, at six o'clock in the morning , Lin Xian deliberately opened his eyes.
However, everything was not as he imagined, the inn was not closed at all, and the sky outside has always maintained a strong black tone.
This phenomenon continued until twelve noon, which was the third time Lin Xian woke up.
During this period, it wasn't that he didn't want to do something, but that he couldn't do anything, because there were too few places to explore in the room, and judging from the dim situation outside, it should also be a ghost land.
The ghost town at night is often accompanied by danger. After the experience of the ghost post office opening at night, coupled with the rules on paper, this time Lin Xian is obviously a little less aggressive.
Different from other buildings operated by the Republic of China, the opening time of this inn is at twelve o'clock. The danger of twelve o'clock in the evening indicates that there will be ghosts wandering in the inn at night, while twelve o'clock in the morning is the normal business time.
Just as Lin Xian thought, as soon as twelve o'clock came, the sky outside quickly brightened, and the doors of the room were all opened by a spiritual influence at this time.
Not only his own room, but also all the doors on this floor.
Lin Xian walked out first, and stepped onto the corridor again, but he found that the place seemed to have changed a lot.
Because when I first went upstairs, there was only one long corridor, twelve candlesticks, and twelve rooms, and there was nothing else.
However, it is not ruled out that the ghost domain blocks the line of sight. In short, the danger of this place still requires a group of people to explore one by one.
People in other rooms also came out at this time. They looked at each other, and it could be seen from the expressions on their faces that they were all experiencing the torment of a solo show last night.
"Lin Xian, did you hear a knock on the door last night?"
At this time, Zhou Deng in room 1009 spoke first. He leaned against the candlestick emitting green candlelight, wanting to confirm what he experienced last night.
"I heard it, and not just once, but for the whole night."
Lin Xian scanned the people who came out, but what surprised him was that no one died that night.
However, as far as the eye can see, they are basically the rooms in front, and the rooms occupied by the nine of them are No. 1003 to No. 1011.
The house number has not changed. Last night, he heard a person entering the opposite room. However, now that the door is open, the inside is empty.
Not only that, but also rooms 1001 and 1002.
Thinking about it carefully, if there was no one in those two rooms last night, why did that thing outside knock on the door?
There is a corner on the opposite side of the aisle, which seems to be an aisle, but this aisle is very large, and there is no end, only darkness.
Lin Xian passed through the crowd. His eyes did not stay in the empty rooms, but looked at this strange corridor.
The line of sight gradually enlarged, and in the darkness in the distance, a huge table of eight immortals appeared here so abruptly, and there were many offerings placed around the table.
On the table, a photo of the deceased without a photo was put into the photo frame, standing like this on it. The white candles and the colorful couplets hung high by the deceased turned the place into a mourning hall.
It's hard to imagine that the next door to an inn is actually a mourning hall.
The people who came with them widened their eyes when they saw the scene in front of them.
"Human skin inn, mourning hall for the dead, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, this place is very fierce."
Zhou Deng shook his head, and with the excuse of yesterday's mourning, this is already the fourth supernatural occurrence.
However, just as he was about to say something more, something unusual came from the wall behind the mourning hall.
It was also a photo frame, and it was very similar to the photo frame wrapped in parchment on the first floor.
"The third human skin paper?"
Lin Xian's heart was already filled with shock, and now he seems to be sure that the origin of the human skin paper came out of this inn.
After the human skin in the photo frame fell silent, words began to appear.
"My name is Lin Xian. When you came to this family skin inn, I was already dead. I am the man ten years later, and I am trying to tell you the future information through some special means."
Staring at the human skin on the photo frame, Lin Xian did not speak, but continued to look at the text below.
"I believed the words of the human skin paper in the photo frame on the first floor and walked up to the second floor. I was lucky. I didn't encounter any danger on the way. The human skin paper didn't seem to lie to me. It's just that the experience last night was not good. The people outside The knocking on the door was weird and it seemed like someone else had checked in."
"The next day, I found a mourning hall in the middle of the hall. I tried to touch the photo frame on the table of the Eight Immortals, but I encountered an unknown danger."
"I blocked this attack, but the balance of the ghost in my body was broken. Finally, at four o'clock, I failed to resist the recovery of my own ghost, and finally died in my room."
There is a lot of information on the photo frame, which seems to be eager to show the writing on it.
Lin Xian looked away, and stared blankly at the posthumous photo on the table of the Eight Immortals.
"You can't completely trust the words of the human skin paper. Is there any purpose in showing the information in the mourning hall so urgently? Or is it deliberately inducing me to touch the posthumous photos on it?"
Confused, puzzled, this piece of human skin paper also appeared on the second floor.
"Why does this thing only use your name, why doesn't it use the rest of us?"
Zhou Deng frowned. When he was on the first floor, he had thought about playing with the human skin paper, but Lin Xian took the first step. However, these human skins seem to be something in this inn, similar to a taboo Things can only be seen from a distance, but cannot be touched. Once touched, it will trigger the danger of this inn.
"Maybe I'm the closest. This thing records my name by default. You can try it too. Maybe you can find different clues."
Lin Xian took two steps back, leaving an empty seat in front of the mourning hall.
As Zhou Deng said, the human skin paper judged itself as the protagonist on the paper by default, so why can't it be changed?
Zhou Deng scratched his head, but he still walked up. If this human skin paper was really that powerful, he would definitely find a way to get it when he left.
As Lin Xian gave in, Zhou Deng walked to the front of the mourning hall. However, at this time, the human skin paper on the wall also changed.
The handwriting on it was smeared and quickly disappeared, followed by new handwriting.
"My name is Zhou Deng, I was already dead when you came to this Jiapi Inn"
(End of this chapter)