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"Stay in a hotel?"
The smiling face of the fat lady looks even more ghostly under the green signboard.
Lu Yue felt that fortunately, she had been a ghost and had contact with ghosts, otherwise she would have been scared to death by this group of people who were obviously monks but insisted on making themselves into ghosts.
"Stay in the hotel!"
Her voice was calm and unwavering.
"Squeak¡ªah!"
The door of the inn was completely opened in front of Lu Yue, and two green candles that seemed to be on and off, dyed the whole place in a dark or light green.
Lu Yue entered slowly.
"Old Hei, we have a visitor, serve the soup!"
Po Meng slammed the door of the inn, and the signboard on the long street went out in an instant.
"coming!"
The tall and thin old Hei came out of the back kitchen, stretched out his hand over the counter, and a half-floating tray was exposed in the air. There was a bowl of green inexplicable soup on it, and he hurried over with it. , "Guests please!"
"This is¡¡"
"Meng Po Soup." The fat aunt still smiled, "Anyone who stays in Huangquan Inn can drink this bowl of soup."
Lu Yue: ""
Although she had heard about the name of this bowl of soup earlier and had been looking forward to it, but it's not time for her to drink this bowl of soup yet, right?
Especially this kind of entrance, she still wanted to ask, would it be poisonous?
The fat aunt and Lao Hei, one smiled very kindly, and the other had a dull expression. Lu Yue's heart skipped a beat, and she slowly stretched out her hand. When she picked up the bowl, she raised her neck and almost poured into the stomach.
"ah!"
There seemed to be a lot of emotion in Lao Hei's surprised and hurried voice, because there were too many, Lu Yue couldn't catch it, but when he put down the tea bowl, he found that his back seemed to be a little hunched.
"Taste - good, any more?"
The faces of Lao Hei and the fat lady froze at the same time. Why don't you ask a few more questions about this kind of entrance, doubt it, just treat it like wine, and get bored in one sip?
"No more," a fat shopkeeper appeared at the counter at some time, his voice was very cold, "the only thing the inn gives away for free is this bowl of soup, and if guests want to stay in the inn, it costs 10,000 spirit stones a day."
He pointed to a somewhat damaged notice on the wall, "After seeing clearly and thinking clearly, I will pay for the Lingshi."
Lu Yue looked over at the dim green light.
? Huangquan Announcement: For all the residents of this store, there is only one fate in a lifetime, and the Lingshi of the hotel will be paid in one lump sum!
What is this announcement?
Lu Yue was very puzzled. The words on the announcement seemed to be from ancient times.
Although the bowl of soup in the belly was wrapped in spiritual power, it seemed to ignore those things, and was slowly but firmly seeping towards the stomach wall.
Huang Quan! Underworld! !
Is it that Huang Quan?
Does the announcement above mean that the fate is only this one time, and in the future, even if she searches the Dark City, she will not be able to find the Huangquan Inn, or if she finds it, she will not be able to enter?
Lu Yue pondered in her heart, she wanted to find the real Huangquan, and let the ghosts inside help solve the confusion, and it would definitely not work if the time was short.
"Has the guest thought about it yet?"
"Think about it, I'll live there for two months."
Two months was enough for her to figure out the dark city from the inside out.
When the time comes to go out, adults will almost make up for the jet lag and strangeness of these years.
After paying the bill with medium-grade spirit stones, and taking the stone plaque handed over by the fat shopkeeper with a wooden face, Lu Yue was about to ask which room it was, when she found the word twelve suddenly appeared on it.
"The guest room is on the second floor, guests can enter the room by their own number."
The shopkeeper waved his hands away.
Lu Yue didn't have time to ask any more questions, she wanted to go back immediately and check what was going on with that bowl of soup.
The footsteps moved lightly, and when he was about to go upstairs, the inn, which was originally miserable in green, suddenly brightened up.
"There is another visitor."
The fat aunt was pleasantly surprised, the door of the inn was the same as before, and there was a harsh 'squeak' sound, "Stay in the inn?"
She asked with a green face, baring her teeth that were also green.
"Live in a hotel."
A middle-aged monk who seemed very downcast, his tone seemed very uncertain.
"Squeak ah!"
The door was wide open, but two people came in at the same time supporting each other.
"Lao Hei serves the soup!"
&"Fool, idiot, are you tired when you are alive, and you are also tired after death? Since you are so tired, why don't you just sleep on the spot and stick to reincarnation?"
Lu Yue opened her mouth, but didn't make a sound, and fell down on the mountain road with blurred eyes.
Tired while alive, so tired even after death, what the hell is going on?
Almost in an hour or three quarters, she completely fell into ignorance, her faint shadow flashed twice on the mountain road, and dissolved in the entire dark world
"Dangdangdang"
In the Tiandimen Pan'an Hall, there was a more rapid funeral gong.
All the monks who heard it changed their expressions, and rushed to the sound of the gong without any explanation.
As a sect with millions of disciples, there are actually less than a hundred people who can make the deacons of the Anxi Hall to ring the funeral gong. These hundred people are either sect bosses or people who will inherit the sect. The fall of any one person is heaven and earth. The major events of the door may be related to everyone's future.
"Dangdangdang"
At the same time, far away in the Xiaoyao Gate of Guizang Realm, the Zhenyue Hall where everyone's soul fire is housed also knocked on the funeral gong (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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