Huangliang Inn

In the evening, the Antique Street is lit up with lanterns, and the lights illuminate the entire long street, like stars falling into the mortal world.

During the day, the tourists dispersed one after another, and when they crossed the long street, they couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful scenery in front of them.

It's a pity that there is an unwritten rule that the shops on the long street are closed at night.Even inns and restaurants will close at the appointed time, making tourists who want to enjoy the beautiful scenery at night feel sad.

"This is an old rule, passed down from ancestors." An innkeeper closed the door and lowered the bolt.

Times have changed, and the shops on the street still maintain the old style. Even in the hustle and bustle of the outside world, they always maintain their own pace and have not changed much.

A few tourists living in the inn were very curious. While drinking the tea that relieved cough and stimulated body fluid, they asked about the past of Antique Street.

The boss will not be confused in the new year, his ancestors have been operating on the street for several generations, and he knows a lot of old things and secrets.I heard a few tourists asking, but I didn’t hide it. I asked the waiter to take out a jug of wine from behind the counter, and then brought out fennel beans and peanuts from the kitchen, and invited the chefs who had been busy all day to sit at the table and talk about it while having a drink. reminisce.

"As long as I can remember, I have been warned by my elders that I must abide by the rules on the street, not to break without authorization, and not to be suspicious." The boss drank half a glass of wine, picked up a peanut, and chewed it slowly with.

"Why?" A young man asked curiously.

"Rules are rules." The boss continued, "I heard from the elders that some people did not listen to persuasion in the early years. Not only did they not obey the rules, but they also united with outsiders to occupy this old street. Few people are worried that their family business may not be preserved."

Speaking of this, the boss stopped on purpose, causing several tourists to feel anxious.

The chef and the waiter smiled and shook their heads, especially the chef who was as fat as a Maitreya Buddha. He grew up in the antique street since he was a child and knew no less than the boss. The white chopped chicken that had been prepared long ago attracted the boss's eyes to shine.

"Don't whet your appetite, tell them," the chef said.

The boss picked up a piece of chicken leg and ate it with relish. He raised his head and drank a glass of wine. He didn't continue to play tricks and told the story of what happened that year in detail.

At that time, he was still young, in the second grade of elementary school. The inn at home was run by his grandparents, and his parents were just helping out.

"Someone came to the door with a money box. When they opened it, there were stacks of banknotes. They were so thick. I remember it clearly." The boss gestured with his fingers, and visually estimated that there were at least five or six thousand in a stack.

"Those people want to buy the inn, and the price is quite high, at least five times higher than the market price."

The boss's parents were very tempted, especially his mother, who had always wanted to buy a house in the city center. This time, he had the opportunity to encourage his father to talk about it, thinking about getting the money.

Unexpectedly, the grandparents who run the inn never let go, and were angered by the attitude of their son and daughter-in-law. They threatened to drive them out of the house and leave the family business to their grandson. The couple would never get a cent.

Because of this incident, the relationship between father and son, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is very tense, and the usual harmony is no longer there.

"At that time, it wasn't just my family." The boss said.

The chef nodded aside, proving that what he said was true.

Under the temptation of multiple benefits, not everyone can persist.Just when the boss's family was in trouble, the bosses of the two stores on the street signed an agreement with each other to transfer the house.

"Guess what? An accident happened as soon as the money was received." The boss deliberately lowered his voice, and combined with the slightly dim lights in the inn, he created a scalp-numbing atmosphere.

"The two families got the money and moved away from the street very quickly. Before leaving, according to the buyer's instructions, they tore down the door of their house and carved strange words on the beam. After doing all this, it's not worth it. Go to the streets and sprinkle some crap."

"Ah?" Several young people were full of doubts, not understanding why they did this.

"Strange, isn't it?" the boss continued, "People thought it was strange at the time, but they didn't think much about it. They thought that the two families had old grievances with the people on the street. , and the other party couldn’t find it either.”

No matter the person involved or the bystanders, it never occurred to them that within three days of the incident, the two families who had moved away died suddenly. It happened at the same hour in the middle of the night, and the death conditions were exactly the same.

The result of the forensic autopsy was that it was gas poisoning.However, it was reported that those people did not seem to have just died at all, but rather seemed to have been dead for a long time, with their internal organs rotting away.

"what!"

The boss spoke vividly and deliberately made gestures. Several tourists were startled, and their faces turned pale.

"Is it just a rumor?" a tourist asked.

"Who knows?" The boss squinted his eyes and smiled slightly. "The matter is not over yet. After the incident between the two families, the forces that wanted to buy the Antique Street became more and more rampant, and even started to buy and sell by force."

"Later, I heard that the big boss behind the scenes was a foreigner, and he wanted to build a factory here under the guise of a joint venture. The abacus was clinking, and the people doing things became more and more rampant, but I didn't expect that it took only half a month to make public. Suddenly something happened."

"An accident?" a tourist asked.

"The foreign boss and domestic handlers went fishing at sea, and they all died at sea. Even the corpses were not found. In the end, an empty boat was pulled back. Newspapers reported it."

After the accident, this force was wiped out at an astonishingly fast speed.

"The company is gone, and the people who dealt with it have withdrawn, so the acquisition will naturally be over." The boss picked up the flagon, found that the pot had bottomed out, and signaled the assistant to pick it up again.

Since then, no one has come to take over the house on Antique Street. Although the owner's grandfather forgave his son and daughter-in-law, he insisted on leaving the shop to his grandson, and never allowed them to get involved.

"In the final analysis, it was an accident, it just happened together by coincidence." A tourist said.

"You think it's an accident, so be it." The boss and the chef clinked glasses without arguing.

Several tourists looked at each other, even though they thought it was a coincidence, they still felt a little cold behind their backs, they didn't stay any longer, and walked up to the second floor to rest in twos and threes.

In the Huangliang Inn, Yan Jue was lying on his stomach by the counter, with his chin resting on his forearm, and he was twirling a silver bell with his fingers.

From time to time, ghost cries came from the bell, as well as cursing and wailing.If you listen carefully, you will find that these ghosts do not speak the Chinese language, but the island language across the sea.

When awakening Zulong, Yan Jue didn't add these ghosts to it, nothing but disgust.

Geng Chen pushed the door and walked in, seeing the silver bell in Yan Jue's hand, he couldn't help but think of the past, and said, "You still have it?"

"Of course." Yan Jue raised his head, propped his chin with one hand, and said with a smile, "These islanders have malicious intentions and want to intercept the spiritual energy of this place, and even killed more than a dozen people with the puppet method. It's cheaper for them to do so."

Geng Chen raised his eyebrows, and when he heard the cursing and howling coming from the silver bell, he suddenly stretched out his hand, touched it with his fingertips, and a stream of water poured into it.

All the souls in Lingzhong were buried in the bottom of the sea, and they were instinctively afraid of the water with dragon aura.In addition to Ying Long's intention to punish, within a short while, there was only wailing in the bell, and there was no sound of cursing.

Yan Jue curled up the corner of his mouth, sealed the silver bell, and threw it to Hongjiao to play with.

These islanders were evil people in life and evil ghosts after death. Their souls were burned and burned to comfort the innocent families who died in vain and were turned into puppets, so that they could get rid of their obsessions and reincarnate.

As for going to the island afterwards, picking up the gods and ghosts worshiped by the islanders one by one, crushing each one into pieces, and throwing them to Ugly Six to feed the fish, is that a big deal?Not at all.