Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 103 Footsteps on the path
Zhou Deng was obviously taken aback, but Lin Xian's guess was right.
This piece of paper will default to the person closest to you as the protagonist on the paper, and then describe his future experience.
Lin Xian also became interested. He wanted to see how his and Zhou Deng's experiences would be different.
Human skin paper is still writing.
"I was unlucky to be involved in this inn by accident. Like everyone else, I didn't sleep well last night. Today's change in the inn made me feel threatened, so I decided to explore this inn during the day. Get more useful information for yourself."
"However, when I passed the mourning hall, I found a familiar person appeared on the portrait. I tried to touch the portrait, but was attacked by an unknown spirit. I couldn't bear the impact of this attack, and finally died in the mourning hall on the table of the Eight Immortals."
The writing stopped here. On the human skin paper, Zhou Deng's result seemed to be the same as Lin Xian's. The only difference was that he died on the table of the Eight Immortals, while Lin Xian died in the room.
There doesn't seem to be any connection between the two, just touching the posthumous photos.
"What do you think?" Zhou Deng turned his head and asked Lin Xian.
"I don't have a clue. This piece of paper can't give us much information and guidance. On the contrary, its words may contain some traps. In short, you can just take a look at the text on it. Although it is telling the truth, it still needs to be read." Pay attention."
Lin Xian shrugged his shoulders, and he also expressed his helplessness. All he had to do was wait until twelve o'clock at night, and the arrival of the recipient to reveal the mystery here.
"Do you know that piece of paper is telling the truth?" Zhou Deng asked suspiciously.
"When we went upstairs for the first time, didn't the piece of paper on the first floor give us information and guidance? In my opinion, if these two pieces of paper are the same, then there is no problem." Lin Xian said truthfully.
"By the way, how are we going to get out of this place?"
At this time, a female messenger spoke.
Lin Xian turned around and looked at this person. He had some impression that his name seemed to be Xia Yu, and he was also the first messenger to get on the supernatural bus.
"I also want to ask this question. If anyone knows, please answer her for me."
Looking at the gazes cast by the crowd, Lin Xian unceremoniously poured a bucket of cold water on them.
"This inn is not big, so explore around, maybe you can find some useful information."
After saying a word to these people, he left the place.
If this place can go up, there must be a way to go downstairs, but it may be hidden and they haven't discovered it yet.
The entire promenade is not very long. At night, it is just a walkway, but after daytime, some potential places seem to disappear, and there are forks in many places.
These forks connect different places, just like the mourning hall we saw just now.
This inn is very unusual.
After leaving, the people divided into two teams. Zhou Deng took Zhao Feng, Zhou Yue and several other messengers to another small road, while Lin Xian led the rest of the people to another small road.
The path looked a bit tortuous, and the ground was covered with a carpet made of human skin. The candlelight shone on the wall of the path, and the shadows of several people were still swaying along with the candlelight.
These walls are all made of bluestone bricks, and human skin is used as wallpaper on them, but the road gets narrower as you go forward, and when you go to the back, it can almost only accommodate a person's figure.
Lin Xian walked in the front, his face glowing red, a coquettish lotus looming, as if it was about to invade reality at any time.
After walking for about 2 minutes, the surrounding environment also changed.
The walls on both sides began to extend outward at this time, and the space seemed to become larger again. Not only that, but on these walls covered with human skin, hideous and strange scratches also appeared.
These scratches seemed to have been made with fingernails, like the last struggle of someone before death.
The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, and Lin Xian feels that this place is no longer like an inn, but another magical place.
The scratches on the wall quickly turned from intermittent to complete marks, with a few hurried words carved in blood scattered on them.
"This!"
"inside!"
"Have!"
"ghost!"
"Help!"
"It's coming and I don't want to die!"
The handwriting is hideous and desperate. It seems that just looking at the writing on the wall, the picture of this group of people being massacred by ghosts has emerged in their minds.
However, at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the end of the darkness.
The footsteps were very light, as if someone was walking on tiptoe.
Lin Xian waved his hands to the people behind him, signaling them not to move on, but he also stopped at the same spot, watching the front quietly.
It is absolutely impossible for there to be any living people in such a narrow aisle, and the footsteps on the opposite side are definitely a ghost, but I don't know how terrifying that thing is.
The footsteps were still approaching, and the distance seemed to be less than ten meters ahead.
The candlesticks on the wall are still flickering, which is also a weird thing, because only when they move forward, the candlesticks in front will light up correspondingly, otherwise they will always go out.
Behind them, those candlesticks are just that.
The red ghost hand streaked across the air, and Lin Xian tried to use the ghost hand to leave this place.
Soon, a scarlet blood line was torn out by him, and a gap caused by supernatural influence suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.
However, in this gap, there is not a way to go back to the inn, but a thick darkness, and in this darkness, something seems to want to escape, and moves quickly towards the outside of this gap.
Lin Xian frowned, and he quickly closed the spiritual gap.
"I obviously connected to the space on the inn. Why did this happen? Was it affected by the ghost domain here?"
Looking at his ghost hand, it's weird, it's really weird.
What he just tore out was not the lobby on the second floor of the inn, but another supernatural place.
"If you guessed it right, this path also belongs to a layer of ghost realms. These ghost realms are intricate and interconnected while also interfering with each other. Just like the ghost realm where my ghost hands superimpose ghost flowers, only certain paths can be used here. Only by taking the right path can you reach the corresponding place.”
At this moment, Lin Xian seemed to have a guess.
If this is the case, then he can't use the ghost domain or the ghost hand to leave here immediately, because in this way, he may get lost in this path.
However, if he wants to leave, it seems that he can only return to the inn with the help of this small road and turn back the same way.
Before Lin Xian could think about it, the sound of footsteps in front had already approached, and it seemed that they were less than five meters away from his group of people.
"Back off."
Lin Xian said softly, unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn't want to run into any ghosts here.
The footsteps in the darkness are still advancing, but the pedestrians covered by candlelight are retreating.
However, this situation did not last long, because at some point, there was a sound of footsteps behind them.
It was the same as the footsteps in front of me. They were tiptoeing and walking very lightly, but the echo could be clearly heard on the path.
"No, you can't retreat anymore, if you retreat again, you will collide with the things behind."
At this time, Lin Xian stopped, and their retreat was also blocked at this time.
As if at this moment, they became the dead people who wrote on the wall.
at last.
When everyone stopped, the footsteps ahead in the darkness were also revealed.
It was about three meters away from the light of the candlestick, and an old woman with hunched back and silver hair appeared.
"Ok?"
Lin Xian's expression moved. He couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was a human or a ghost, but intuitively, the latter was more likely.
The old woman's head was hanging down all the time, her long silver hair hung in front of her face, her face was hard to see clearly, her hands were shriveled, it didn't look like the skin of a living person, and this person was wearing a red dress embroidered with mandarin ducks. The coat looks particularly weird in the dark environment.
"Are you a human or a ghost?" Lin Xian sneered, unable to test the rules, he chose the simplest and cheapest way.
However, the old lady didn't pay attention to it at all, but walked towards her side with all her strength.
(End of this chapter)