unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 206 Inn
The smell of blood in the room persisted for a long time. No one seemed to notice it except them, and the inn was still "busy".

From the rooms on both sides, the sound of someone laughing could actually be heard.

When you know that these things are not human, this kind of human-like laughter is also creepy.

Li Bi felt that his mind was a little empty: "Is Song Yu staying in a certain room and looking for it at night?"

Su Mian opened the window and showed him the dark fog outside: "Is there day and night here?"

There is this cold atmosphere everywhere. Although it can be seen, it is not the light brought by day and night outside, but an indescribable gray.

"Inside the inn, maybe," He Shen trembled, "No, but how, how could there be such a street hidden in the mountains?"

It's incredible.

The mountains are very ordinary, and the villages are also very ordinary. I have never heard of anything weird happening.

Who would have thought that there is a ghost street hidden in the cracks of the mountain.

Moreover, this street seemed to be suppressed by spiritual beings. If the spiritual beings had not appeared this time and Song Yu had swallowed the spiritual beings, this ghost place would still not have appeared in front of them.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence that these things were suppressed here, or if someone had great supernatural powers and suppressed them.

He Shen didn't wait for the two of them to answer, and asked again: "No, I don't want to say whether we can find the person - I just found it, how do we get out?"

Su Mian touched the stick in his hand: "Can the dead trap the living? Let's find Song Yu first."

Li Bi thought seriously this time: "I think they are in this inn. According to the time of the inn, it should be daytime. There are still people eating. We will go out to look for them after there is no sound downstairs." ."

The passage of time here does not bring any sense to people, because there is nothing to compare it with.

It's like they're trapped in a jar.

I don’t know how long it took, but all the sounds in the inn stopped. It must have been night.

Su Mian opened the door carefully and glanced around. There was no one in the long corridor.

All the doors were closed tightly, and all the moving figures and voices disappeared.

He walked to the room on the left and called softly: "Song Yu?"

No one responded.

It was too quiet in the inn.

The three of them searched separately, but Su Mian found nothing. When he was about to go to the lobby downstairs to take a look, he suddenly saw the thin and pale waiter at the corner.

The waiter's eyes wandered. After seeing Su Mian, he took two steps forward and said, "Go back quickly, don't come out."

Su Mian held the stick tightly: "Why?"

The waiter's eyes were always in a trance. There was no light in his eyes. He didn't know what he was afraid of: "Don't come out, don't come out."

Seeing that his speech was incoherent, Su Mian turned around cautiously and pretended to walk toward the house.

The moment he turned his back, there was a sudden sound of wind in his ears. Relying on his experience of releasing sap, he quickly squatted on the ground.

A knife flew past his ear and plunged into the window with a bang.

As the knife sank into the wood, a stream of dark red blood flowed out along the knife, as if the house had flesh and blood and knew the pain.

Su Mian secretly cursed: "What the hell kind of martial arts master are you, Xiao Li Flying Knife?"

He turned around and pointed the stick at the waiter, watching the waiter become particularly ferocious.

Although his face was ferocious, his eyes revealed fear. In extreme fear, his hands began to tremble.

"It's too late, it's too late. There has to be one. Either you die or I die."

Su Mian scolded: "You would have died a long time ago. If you were buried in the ground, you would be infested with maggots by now."

He scolded and backed away.

Good people don't fight evil spirits.

The waiter approached step by step and took out another sharp knife from his body. These were all used to kill pigs. I don’t know how he brought it with him.

Just as Su Mian started walking down the stairs, there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps behind the counter.

In this heaviness, there was also the sound of painful whimpers.

The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, making people suffocating.

After hearing the sudden sound, the waiter ran away and didn't know where he went.

At this moment, He Shen suddenly rushed back: "Blood, blood"

Dark red blood was slowly flowing out from under the closed door. Along with the blood, there was an aura of pain and despair.

The inn became a sea of ​​blood.

In the darkness of the lobby, the invisible thing was still whimpering softly. The whimpering became louder and louder, and it began to become manic.

The screams were mixed with some random sounds, and it was difficult to hear what was being said. The only clear sounds were the sounds of biting and sucking saliva.

He Shen asked in a low voice: "Song, Song Yu won't - eat, eat down there?"

Su Mian took a look at the blood flow and the growing darkness below, and felt that Song Yu was not so heartless.

Li Bi also rushed over: "Hide first!"

This ghost place was getting more and more outrageous, and he felt very uneasy. He even regretted coming in to find Song Yu.

After all, Song Yu was as smart as a monkey, so it was unlikely that he would die in this.

The three of them quickly returned to their room, opened the door a crack, and paid close attention to the situation outside.

The heavy footsteps gradually became louder and lingered in the lobby.

As the footsteps grew louder, more blood flowed from each room.

Trembling, fear, despair, these emotions are everywhere.

He Shen couldn't help but wanted to run away. Before he could lift his feet, the waiter who had been hiding appeared again.

He appeared in the corridor in a panic, muttering to himself: "It'll be fine soon, it'll be fine soon."

He Shen's head automatically retracted.

The waiter didn't notice anyone alive in the room, but opened the first door.

After the door opened, he did not go in directly, but stood at the door and muttered a few more words.

"Every wrongdoer has his own debtor. Don't look for me. I was forced to do it. Either you die or I die."

After he finished speaking, he walked in.

But after a moment, he came out in panic.

"Where are the people? How could there be no one? Where have they gone? They are obviously unconscious!"

The footsteps in the lobby were getting more and more manic at this time, and all the tables, chairs and benches were knocked down because of the pain.

"what!"

The screams came one after another.

The man seemed no longer content to stay downstairs and began to walk up with heavy steps.

The stairs shook violently.

A series of sounds made everyone tremble, including the waiter.

The waiter's face was pale and his teeth were chattering. He stretched out his hand to wipe away the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead.

"No? It's impossible, why is there still no one! Where are the people? Where have they gone!"

In extreme panic, his ugly face became even more ferocious.

More and more blood seeped out on both sides of the corridor, and handprints began to appear one after another on the wall.

There are more and more handprints, and they are getting denser and denser, and the floor is even more densely packed.

Su Mian looked at these handprints, and a scene of a person dripping with blood and being dragged away backwards suddenly appeared in his mind.

(End of this chapter)