Wen Zhong followed Hei Shi back to the room. Along the way, he asked several times about making wishes, but unfortunately the other party ignored him at all.
In desperation, he had no choice but to fiddle with the black box in the room. The box was very heavy, felt very cold to the touch, and the material looked like it was made of gold.
Wen Zhong was sure that the thing inside the box must be something related to the supernatural, but he didn't know how it was related to his wish, not to mention that he hadn't made a wish yet.
"If you stay in the room for ten minutes, you can return to the original city. It is said to answer questions, but in fact, nothing is asked." Wen Zhong scratched his head. This inn was really full of mysteries.
The purple robe he was wearing was taken away by the black attendant when he first arrived in the room. He deliberately wanted to stop him, but the other party disappeared into the corridor in the blink of an eye.
"The next stage of the ritual has nothing to do with hiding our identities, so the only reason he asked us to hide our identities is that he was afraid that after we recognized each other, we would kill the participants of the ritual outside the inn." Wen Zhong tried to open the box. While thinking.
"No, there is too little information to deduce anything. It's possible that this Mr. Kong is just fine."
Just when Wen Zhong was about to violently open the seal, he finally did not know what mechanism was triggered. The black box opened with a "snap", and a pair of hammers exuding the smell of blood came into his eyes.
Wen Zhong's eyelids twitched. He could feel that the pair of hammers were very scary. Just when he was hesitating to pick up the pair of hammers, the door of the guest room suddenly opened, and the corridor at the door had returned to his appearance. What it looked like when I first moved in.
Seeing this, he decided to leave this place first and make other plans.
After cleaning up and going downstairs, Wen Zhong didn't expect that the old man was still lying on the chair with his eyes closed and concentrating, and the passenger check-in book in front of him was still open.
Wen Zhong stepped forward and saw that the column with He Youxu's name had changed to his real name at some point - Wen Zhong. There were no traces of alteration on it. It seemed that the other party knew that his name was from the beginning. What.
"Huh? It's you. How about it? Did your wish come true?" It seemed that Wen Zhong's movements were too big and woke up the old man. He half-opened his eyes and asked Wen Zhong.
"Who are you exactly?"
"Me? I'm just a hotel owner who should have been buried long ago." The old man smiled mockingly, then looked at the black box in Wen Zhong's hand and said in surprise: "What you are holding is... I understand, you He actually went into the underworld, haha, it’s interesting.”
"What's interesting? You seem to know something?" Wen Zhong saw that the old man seemed to know something and hurriedly asked.
"Haha, this box is your wish, and that old man is still so picky." The old man sneered, and then said: "Okay, let's not talk anymore. I'm sleepy again. I look forward to seeing you here next time... Well ...Little friend Wen Zhong..."
After saying that, Wen Zhong felt his vision change. Originally, he was still at the front desk of Ping An Hotel, but now he had appeared on the crowded street. He looked towards the street where Ping An Hotel was located, but there was nothing there now. .
It was already noon. If it weren't for the black box in his hand, the keys and the magnetic card in his pants pocket, Wen Zhong might have felt that he had had a rather absurd nightmare.
"Let's go back to Huang Gongming's villa to sleep honestly this time." After this incident, he no longer dared to check into a hotel outside casually. As for the pair of ghost hammers, he would study them slowly after he woke up. Bar.
Soon, Wen Zhong took a taxi and returned to Huang Gongming's villa. Under the surprised eyes of others, he said hello to everyone, then carried the box to the second floor and lay down on the bed.
Although he basically does not need to sleep, Wen Zhong has no other good way to replenish the energy lost by the successive supernatural events except sleeping.
"Why don't I take a two-day break, otherwise I might really wake up as a ghost after dealing with such a high-intensity supernatural incident."
Thinking this way, Wen Zhong fell into a dream. In his dream, he came to the Eight Immortals Night Shop that he had visited in hallucinations. There he ate the most delicious food in the world, and he ate like this almost throughout the night. .
So when he woke up again, he found that he was chewing a mineral water bottle in his mouth. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Could it be that the curse of the Eight Immortals Night Shop was also on him? Wen Zhong was really being cursed now. The curse tortured some plants and animals.
"Forget it, at least I lived for another day." He smiled and picked up the black box containing the hammer. His intuition told him that this thing was very vicious.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door. Wen Zhong looked up and saw that it was Yan Duo who came.
"You finally woke up. I was worried that you would just sleep to death." Yan Duo said, "Someone is looking for you downstairs. Please go down and take a look."
Wen Zhong nodded and threw the black box to Yan Duo and said, "I understand. Please help me figure out how to use this thing. Be careful, this thing is very dangerous."
Yan Duo has a ghost shirt that can resist evil spirits. Giving this thing to him for experimentation is the most reasonable solution.
Before Yan Duo could say anything, Wen Zhong walked out of the bedroom, leaving Yan Duo alone and fumbling with the black box with curiosity on his face.
At this time, the first floor.
As soon as Wen Zhong came downstairs, he saw a Taoist priest wearing a white Taoist robe who looked like a woman sitting on the sofa. Zhao Jian was waiting for her carefully.
Seeing Wen Zhong coming downstairs, he hurriedly ran all the way to Wen Zhong's side and whispered: "Wen Zhong, this person is Fang Diyuan, the master of Liangyi Temple. Be careful, I think he may have bad intentions!"
After saying that, Zhao Jian stood behind Wen Zhong with a serious face, as if he was ready to take action at any time.
"Wen Zhong, thank you very much this time." Fang Diyuan ignored what Zhao Jian said. He put down the tea cup in his hand and said to Wen Zhong: "If it weren't for you, I might not be able to get revenge in this life."
Under Zhao Jian's somewhat surprised gaze, Wen Zhong slowly walked to the sofa next to Fang Diyuan and sat down.
"It's nothing. I have some issues with that Chu Du." Wen Zhong waved his hand, "How is your injury? You are the No. 7 in the underground, right?"
Fang Diyuan nodded and said, "Yes, it's me. I want to ask you to do me a favor this time when I come here."
"You're really not polite. I can help you. Is there any benefit?" Wen Zhong asked calmly after receiving Fang Diyuan's affirmative reply.
"Of course." Fang Diyuan said, "How about I use the entire Liangyi Temple as a reward? As long as you do this favor for me, you will be the master of the Liangyi Temple from now on."
