She Came from the Tomb - C68

Shen Jiaming brought Zhu Minghui and the others and got into the car. He drove his GPS navigation system, and just as he was about to start the car, he accidentally looked at the map on the car and was surprised.

Zhu Minghui was still sitting in the backseat. Because of the incident of Fatty and Shen Jiaming getting into a car accident, he had already developed the habit of fastening his seat belt. Just as he fastened his seat belt, he heard Shen Jiaming shouting in surprise. He turned his head and asked in fear, “Brother Shen, what’s wrong? What happened now? “Could it be that …”

He glanced at Sheng Jiuzhou, who was sitting on the front passenger seat, and did not finish saying the words “saw a ghost again”. After all, Sheng Jiuzhou did not know anything about Shen Jiaming seeing ghosts.

Shen Jiaming and Zhu Minghui had been brothers for many years, so of course they had a tacit understanding. With just a glance, he knew what Zhu Minghui meant. He quickly shook his head and said, “Nothing, just a little surprised. This place was actually only a single mountain range away from Pingling City, and after passing through this mountain range, they would arrive at Pingling City Realm. I thought this place and Pingling City were two different cities, but how could it be so far away? ”

“Pingling City Sand Mountain? It was just a while ago that a purple fog’s Sand Hill appeared? ”

Shen Jiaming said: “You heard of it too?” He smiled and pointed to Sheng Jiuzhou who was standing beside him, “My little sister, a little girl, actually wanted to take a look when she heard that it was a fun thing with Sand Hill. Well, too many things have happened lately, and I haven’t been able to take her out. Are you interested? “Are you interested in us?

Zhu Minghui went along with Shen Jiaming’s words and sized him up. The girl quietly sat down on her seat. She was very obedient, as if she was completely different from the black-clothed person he had seen in the corridor last night.

He thought for a bit, and finally couldn’t resist talking to Sheng Jiuzhou, “Little girl, look at you, I, your brother Zhu am not an outsider, right? You don’t have to be so quiet and not talk to me. Oh yeah, where did you buy that black outfit you were wearing last night? It’s so cool, just like those female celebrities on TV! ”

When he finished speaking, Sheng Jiuzhou had already stopped speaking, and was even resting his head on the back of the chair with his eyes closed. He simply did not understand them.

Zhu Minghui was completely speechless. He looked at Shen Jiaming with a wronged expression, hoping that Shen Jiaming would come out and smooth things over for him. But Shen Jiaming kept his head down, staring at the map on the GPS. He did not know what he was studying.

He called out to him, “Brother Shen, what are you researching?”

“It’s nothing. I just looked at the map and found that this inn is at a crossroads.”

This intersection was a peaceful crossroads formed by the movements of the mountain range. In the entire region, only this inn was located at this intersection, so its location was extremely strange. Remembering the thing that looked like “hell” that he saw last night, Shen Jiaming suddenly realized that this could be the intersection between the ghost and the underworld. Otherwise, why would this inn, which had clearly been renovated after only two years of rest, become like this in such a short period of time? Moreover, from the attitude of the waiters, it could be seen that they were not surprised by the speed at which the store was being damaged. They were probably used to it.

Shen Jiaming felt that he seemed to have discovered an incredible matter. He actually discovered the entrance to the “hell”?

On a whim, he looked at the map on the navigation tool again. Suddenly, he realized that the direction of the Pingling City Sand Mountain was moving towards the mountain range at this crossroad. He recalled the legend of the “purple fog”, and a strange thought vaguely appeared in his mind. He thought, “Could that” purple fog “be related to the” hell “as well?

After all, he couldn’t sit still and let his imagination run wild. After making his decision, Shen Jiaming started the car, and followed the road up the mountain to the top of the mountain.

The Master Liao lived at the top of the mountain. The mountain was very steep, but luckily a path was built there so one could drive there.

Zhu Minghui looked out the window at the lush and verdant forest, and said to Shen Jiaming and Sheng Jiuzhou: “Come, come, come, since you’re bored, let me tell you a legend of this mountain. Ten-odd years ago, there were still no Master Liao on this mountain. I heard that the town’s government wanted to develop this mountain as a tourist attraction several times, but they always stopped working at the end of the day for various reasons. The most inexplicable reason was that no matter what tree was planted on this mountain, it would die the next day without a single one surviving. At first, he thought it was a matter of water and soil, so he invited a lot of experts to test the composition of the soil and to treat it. However, it was still ineffective for several years. Later on, the town government gave up on the opening of the mountain and planned it to be a natural scenery of the city without artificial interference. Of course, if they came here to climb the mountain, they would not have to pay the entrance fee. ”

“I don’t know when, but the rumor about a Master Liao on the mountain spread, or whether or not this Master Liao was very reliable. As long as there’s something you need to find him for, there’s nothing you can’t do. Because this was a feudal superstition, but the people could not believe it. More and more people believed it. Don’t say it, I don’t know if it’s because the soil and water governance worked in the past few years, or if it’s because of some other reason, but in short, all the trees planted this time are alive, and some of the trees even lived for decades from elsewhere. ”

“Because of this, many people believe in the Master Liao even more. They think that the Master Liao came and did something to this mountain, that’s why the feng shui of this mountain became better, and why the trees survived. As a result, an endless stream of people came to visit the Master Liao. They did not expect that, with so many people coming to visit the Master Liao, why was there only one inn at the bottom of the mountain? “It’s clear that there are not enough rooms, and there are also empty rooms on the side. Why aren’t there any other inns that come over to steal business?”

When Shen Jiaming heard the legends regarding this mountain and the Master Liao, and then thought of that hell’s “hell”, he thought that maybe it was not because no one wanted to snatch the inn’s business from him, but because the location was really special. Only the inn at the “Crossroads” would insist on running this place, so the other shops might have opened before, but they had already failed.

Perhaps, the reason why he was able to open this inn was not because of the lack of a price. It was because six years ago, a murder case had been committed and the “blood sacrifice” had been made to that “hell”.

After all, it was not easy to survive in such a place, and even the corridor on the second floor was an inn of hell.