The strange story of Huai'an Inn

"You're a thief, but you're quite righteous, don't you?" Chong Liu folded his arms, "Is it you that the thief shouted and caught the thief?"

The man still reached out to pick up the fan, and slowly stood up under Chong Liu's eyes, "It's a disaster to keep this thing. I not only want to destroy this fan, but also clean up the filth in this place. So as not to continue to harm people.”

Chong Liu has never seen such...an unreasonable alchemist, "Hey, wait a moment. Did you get the consent of the store manager to clean up other people's houses?"

"I have already found out that he is in collusion with you and earns money by selling such things. Naturally, I will not let me cut off his money. But I help him get rid of the filth here, and it is also good for his shop." The other party admitted it quite frankly.

From this tone, he seems to know a lot about their inn?

Was it the national teacher who told him?

Impossible... The national teacher's own nightmare is still counting on the shopkeeper...

"No..." Chongliu crossed his arms and looked at him wonderingly, "Don't alchemists charge money for expelling filth and ghosts? They didn't give you money, so what's your business?"

"As a disciple of the Da Luo Sect, it is my duty to protect the hardworking people in the world. I am not like you who only care about money." The other party raised his jaw slightly, with a cold look on his face.

Chong Liu wanted to beat someone up.

It seems... This guy is a rookie... The ideal is a fool who has not been beaten by reality...

Chong Liu rubbed the center of his eyebrows with his hands, as if he had a headache.He softened his voice and softened his tone, "Then what... This brother, my next name is Guan Chongliu, the waiter of Huai'an Inn, may I ask your honorable name?"

The alchemist still maintained his aloof attitude, "Yuanchu."

"Is there some misunderstanding about this?" Chongliu took a step forward, carefully accompanying the smiling face, "Our shopkeeper and the real master Mengku, who is the head teacher of the current state, are old acquaintances. If you have anything to say, we can go back slowly Slow down. But this fan...it needs special care, I think you should give it to me first..."

Yuanchu frowned, but still said stubbornly, "You're just a buddy, I don't intend to make things difficult for you." As he said that, he wanted to bypass Chongliu and leave.Chong Liu quickly ran a few steps to block the door, "You can't hold that fan for a long time! Something will happen!"

"I have a magic weapon to protect my body, get out of the way."

"You are an alchemist, these filthy things don't like alchemists! You will really have trouble if you hold it!" Chongliu recalled what Matsuko had said to him, and became more and more anxious, "Besides, even if you take this There will be another one!"

"So I will completely remove the filth from this place."

"The filth can't be removed at all, you just moved them somewhere!" Chong Liu repeated what the shopkeeper had told him.

I really didn't expect that one day he would say this to an alchemist, and he always felt a bit like playing tricks.

An angry look appeared on Yuanchu's face, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! Get out of the way!"

Chong Liu simply raised his voice and shouted, "Come here!!! Someone is stealing!!!"

However, there was only one clerk in the store at this time, and he was too timid to step forward when he ran in.Yuan Chu's foot was already flying like a white crane, but just as he was about to land on the roof, he was forced down by a rustling palm wind.

But seeing Song Mingzi standing on the roof with a long ax in his hand, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the young alchemist, "Let me just say, why did it take me so long to hold something."

Chong Liu had never felt that Song Mingzi was so rusty, and shouted, "Song Ming! The fan is in his hand!"

Song Mingzi fell to the ground lightly like a fallen leaf, and approached Yuanchu who was visibly nervous, "Fellow practitioner, why are you doing this? You can't control this fan."

Yuanchu stared at him, as if he couldn't believe it, "You...you are one of the leaders of the Qingming sect, how can you get mixed up with their crooked ways!"

Song Mingzi clicked his tongue and dug his ears, "You fledgling boys don't have anything new to say? Knowing that I am older than you, why don't you hurry up and hand over your fan? Don't force me to bully you."

First seat?

Ah... that's right... After all, he is the younger brother of the current head teacher, Daoist Qi Yao. When a senior brother is promoted, the younger brother will naturally follow him.

It's just that he usually looks like a fool, and there is really no way to connect him with the Qingming sect with the fairy clouds and the name of the first seat.

Na Yuanchu still held his neck and refused to let go.

Chong Liu was a little shocked.He had never seen such a... stupefied person.

Song Mingzi didn't talk nonsense with him, and rushed forward with a long ax in hand.Na Yuanchu also pulled out his long sword from behind to meet the enemy nervously.

Chong Liu was so frightened that he quickly pulled the already frightened guy back to the back of the two large water tanks, and poked his head out to see the situation.

The guy asked, "What's the situation? Are you in the same gang?"

Chong Liu sighed, "Can the gang fight?"

"This guy in purple has often appeared in the store these past two days, asking questions about everything." The clerk muttered, and suddenly he said, "What a light skill!"

Chong Liu rolled his eyes, "You still have time to watch the excitement...... Ah!!! Be careful Song Mingzi!!!"

"Behind, be behind!"

"Hit him! Hit his legs!"

"Oh, it's almost a pity!"

Song Mingzi trapped Yuanchu's long sword with a long axe, and at the same time shouted to Chongliuhe's buddy angrily, "Are you enjoying watching?!"

Chong Liu giggled, raised his hand in an encouraging gesture, "I'm optimistic about you!"

The sparks from the collision of swords, lights, swords and shadows are like sparks, and the two figures flowing like clouds and flowing water sometimes separate and sometimes collide, which is very ornamental.

Chong Liu began to understand those laymen groups who crazily praised alchemists...

"Oh... the roof was trampled... Will the shopkeeper scold me to death tomorrow?" The young man looked worriedly at the scene of the increasingly fierce battle between the two.

Chong Liu patted him on the shoulder very understandingly, "You are unlucky today. If the roof is damaged, I will ask our shopkeeper for you and let him discuss it with your shopkeeper."

The little guy smiled and said, "Oh, thank you so much!"

Chongliu saw that the fight was so intense that it couldn't be over for a while, so he asked, "How long have you been working here?"

"More than a year."

"Then... have you met our shopkeeper?"

The guy nodded like pounding rice, "I've seen it before, it's the one who is very tall and white and looks really good-looking."

"...Yes...then how many times has he been here?"

"I'm not on duty every night, so I only saw him once. The shopkeeper told me that we only need to take him to the studio. But I asked others later and said that he came here twice last year."

Twice, that is more than half a year before a new fan came out.Judging from what Song Mingzi said in the first month, the speed has slowed down significantly.

Is the foul smell subsiding?

Or... More filth gathered on a fan?

Chong Liu still didn't have enough knowledge about filth, he wasn't sure how it worked, how it flowed from one place to another.If it is Tao, there must be a reason to transfer something.Either the wind blows, or someone brings it, or whatever.Does the flow of filth also follow this rule?Or it doesn't need any reason at all, it's completely random and not... dirty also has rules, the shopkeeper said.It's just that this kind of rule is hard for people to understand.

At this time, I looked up again, only to find that the fighting scene had changed its style.

Chong Liu saw that Song Mingzi had already pressed Yuanchu to the ground, but Yuanchu was still holding onto the fan tightly and refused to let go, and the weapons were thrown aside.The two alchemists who were chic and suave just now are now rolling and wrestling on the ground in disgrace.

"You kid...why are you so stubborn!!!" Song Mingzi cursed angrily while pinching the opponent's fingers.

"Just...not...for you!"

Why did the scene suddenly turn into children grabbing toys?

Seeing that the two had reached an impasse, Chong Liu poked his head out and shouted, "Hey! Don't fight! If it doesn't work, let's go back to the inn and discuss it together?"

However, in the process of scrambling, there was a boast, and everyone was stunned.

The fan was opened.

The fan is unbiased, facing the focus six.

For a moment, Chong Liu's mind was blank.The brushstrokes of ink and wash that fell into his sight seemed meaningless for a moment, but then he saw a strange picture.

It seemed to be some crumbling buildings, some part of a city.The strange architectural style seems to be like a lost city-state in the Western Regions, but it has a kind of mystery that is older, primitive, swallowed by time but extremely huge and heavy.

The strange thing is that the moment he saw the picture, Chong Liu had the illusion of being absorbed in the past.It was as if the brush strokes were swimming, as if the huge stones, towering columns, sloping walls and heavy sharp corners in the painting were being reborn before his eyes.

And in front of the city, crawled a thing, a thing that looked like a human, but its posture was twisted and deformed.Its slender and deformed face with completely disproportioned proportions is facing the heavy six, and the few eyes that seem to be randomly pointing up are like bottomless hollows.

A damp, swamp-like smell rushed into his nostrils, and countless strange colors filled his mind in an instant.

He fought a cold war.

Everything happened in an instant, but in Chong Liu's consciousness, that instant was stretched infinitely.

Song Mingzi turned pale with shock, and hastily closed the fan.Na Yuanchu also let go of his hand reflexively.

Chong Liu blankly maintained the posture of probing from the back of the water tank just now, slowly stood up straight, and blinked his eyes.

"Chongliu! Are you okay!" Song Mingzi rushed over, grabbed his shoulder and looked into his eyes, "What did you see? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Chong Liu couldn't get back to his senses and was a little confused, "There is a city drawn on the fan... There is also a person who looks very strange."

One thing is certain, Su Rong's original painting is absolutely not like this...

Those brushstrokes seem to be deliberately trying to give people a feeling of discomfort, like iron bars that have been twisted and bent by someone...

He thought of Song Mingzi telling him that there were some fans at the back, and the characters painted on them were no different from Su Rong's original figure paintings at first glance, but it just gave people a strange feeling of chills on the back and hairs standing on end.If you look carefully, you will find that the proportions of some details of people are wrong and distorted.

Does the longer the time, the more serious the deformation?

The fan is gradually twisting...

Song Mingzi tore off a piece of her clothes, wrapped the fan, and said in a low voice, "You can't let me take this fan, you've seen the fan before, if you touch it again, I'm afraid you will have too much connection with it..."

Chong Liu suddenly grabbed Song Mingzi's arm and whispered, "I always feel...wrong..."

"No? What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"

"No...I'm talking about these fans." Chong Liu swallowed, not knowing how these sudden thoughts appeared in his mind, "It's trying to make a fan, the previous ones are all defective product. But it's getting closer."

Song Mingzi was confused, "What?"

"Didn't you say that there was no difference between the original fan and Su Rong's original fan? But then the deformation became more and more serious? And every time a new fan comes out, people who have come into contact with the previous fan to some extent It will go crazy." Chong Liu licked his dry lips and whispered, "It is trying to create something, but it keeps failing. So it spends more time creating the next one, until... it creates the last that fan."

"It? What is it?"

"I don't know what it is...it was passed down from Su Rong..." Chongliu himself couldn't describe the thoughts running in his mind at this moment, "but...I think what Yuanchu said It's actually true...it can't go on any longer."

Keep going until the last fan comes out and something very bad will happen.He can feel it.

Song Mingzi looked at him cautiously, "These... are you feeling after seeing the fan?"

Chong Liu nodded, "It's just...some of the things you said before, and some of the news I asked, all of a sudden they were worn together...plus a very strong intuition. It's very strange."

Song Mingzi's face collapsed, and she reached out to cover her forehead, "How could this be... You didn't even touch it, but how did you make a connection just by looking at it? Don't you still have the purse your shopkeeper gave you for self-defense? "

Chongliu reached out and took the purse out of his pocket.

Both were dumbfounded.

The pouch that originally exuded a fragrance, now exudes a smell of yin and rot.The originally bright and beautiful peacock green fabric turned black, with several mildew spots.

Chong Liu swears that he was not like this when he put his purse into his arms this morning.

Song Mingzi sighed, "It's over, your shopkeeper is going to scold me to death this time."

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