Chapter 25

The scene in front of him completely exceeded Qi Yun's expectation.

The whole room was gloomy, dusty and full of spider webs. No one had lived in it for many years. It was not the same place as during the day.

The figures of Li Qing and others disappeared. Except for a few clothes left on the hanger, there were no footprints on the ground.

Qi Yun's heart sank. Knowing that it was broken, he rushed to his room.

As soon as I came in, my room was completely changed. The dust was made up, the cobwebs were everywhere, there was a strong musty smell on the bed, and several dead mice were lying there.

On the table, there were several plates, all of which were sent by the waiter before.

But the scene on the plate almost made Qi Yun spit out.

Several pieces of rotten meat were put there, with white maggots crawling on it. Fortunately, they hadn't eaten before.

With one look, he grabbed the steel knife and rushed out of the door.

This is definitely an illusion. Everything before is false.

Qi Yun rushed out of the door and ran downstairs.

The position of the first floor was even darker. The two doors were closed, and everything in the windows was nailed by boards. Through the weak light, we could barely see some things.

The lobby is even more chaotic. The ground is full of all kinds of wine jars and cans. Spider webs are everywhere. There is a long corridor on the left, extending all the way inside.

Qi Yun's eyes became gloomy. He grasped the steel knife tightly and walked towards the long corridor.

Bursts of faint putrefaction mixed with the smell of damp and moldy kept coming, and there were bursts of sharp insect chirps in the corner, like the chirp of some centipede.

Suddenly, he felt the soles of his feet like stepping on something and looked down.

A section of Mori white human bones lay there, covered with mosquitoes and rotten smell.

He looked away and continued to walk down the corridor.

The corridor is not long, about more than 20 meters. There are rooms on both sides. Most of the doors are damaged, and some of them are still intact and tightly closed.

He gently pushed open the closed doors, and a pungent stench hit the pavement. With the help of the weak moonlight, he could barely see that there were more than a dozen bones lying inside, which looked like years.

Qi Yun's face was even more ugly.

He searched room by room, but never found Li Qing and others.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise behind him, and he suddenly turned back.

At the end of the corridor, a dark shadow rushed past.

"Who!"

Qi Yun gave a sharp drink and quickly chased down.

Rushed out of the corridor, the shadow had already disappeared. He took out the fire fold and took photos on the ground. Two faint footprints spread upstairs along the stairs.

Qi Yun followed his footprints.

There are three floors in the inn. On the whole second floor, there are other Jianghu men living in addition to the people of the Qinglong gang. However, all the men disappeared when the door was opened.

The footprints extend to the third floor.

He went to the third floor. There were relatively few guest rooms on the third floor, only seven rooms.

The doors of his rooms were pushed open, and there was a piece of broken and damp inside. The hunchback old man, the lame old man and the young man in white who had come in before were all gone.

The footprints on the ground extended to the innermost room and stopped outside the room. The two doors were tightly closed, giving people a feeling that the dark shadow seemed to hide here.

Qi Yun closed the fire fold, his eyes were cold, his right hand pulled out the steel knife, and his left hand slowly pushed open the door.

It was dark and gloomy. As the door was pushed bigger and bigger, no trace of human shadow could be seen. Soon the door was completely open.

Qi Yun's eyes narrowed.

No one?

Hoo!

At this time, a black shadow jumped out from behind like a ghost, reached the extreme and grabbed directly at his back heart.

Qi Yun turned back like lightning, wrapped the steel knife with 3 points of energy and swept it directly.

Poof!

The knife directly cut into the belly of the black shadow, emitting bursts of green smoke and hissing, and the black shadow screamed.

Qi Yun's eyes burst into two cold lights.

It's the waiter!

The waiter was cut by his knife. His face was painful. He grabbed the steel knife with both hands and pulled it out with all his strength, but with Qi Yun's hands, the whole steel knife was cut directly from the waiter's waist and abdomen.

Poof!

The waiter was swept in two on the spot, but there was no blood flowing out.

After the two bodies are broken, they hit the ground and directly turn into two pieces of white paper.

To be exact, it was a paper man, cut off by the waist.

Qi Yun frowned and picked up a piece of white paper on the ground with a steel knife.

It's too weak.

Is this a demon?

But why is there no blood?

Boom!

Suddenly, a low voice sounded outside the inn, like something exploded.

Qi Yun rushed to one side of the window and looked out.

Flames were rising in the distance, and several figures were haunting. It seemed that there was a big war.

He was surprised and saw the figure of a hunchback old man flashing in the distance. He jumped out of the window on the third floor. His feet fell steadily to the ground, grabbed the steel knife and quickly approached the place where the war took place.

At this time, the scene on the street completely exceeded Qi Yun's expectation.

Other families in the town have also changed. The houses are as dilapidated and dusty as the inn. There are many paper figures lying on the streets, some of which have been punctured on the forehead, some of which have been charred, and some of which have been cut to pieces, dozens of pieces.

He looked at the houses and suddenly understood.

These paper people are former townspeople?

All paper people?

What kind of strange means is this.

Qi Yun controlled the footsteps and rushed over quickly.

In the middle of town.

The shopkeeper coughed up blood in his mouth and stood on a small roof with a pale face. He leaned on a pair of extra large scissors in his hand, looked at the three people opposite and said with a tragic smile: "I didn't expect that Zhou Bucai has today. It's my great honor to let three experts attack me at the same time. I know what you're here for. To tell you the truth, I've lived in seclusion here for more than ten years, I did find a clue. I can tell you, but you want to save my life. Otherwise, I'd rather take the secret than tell it. "

Opposite him, three figures stood in three directions.

Qi Yun saw them all during the day.

One is the hunchback old man and the other is the lame old man.

Another is the young man in white.

However, the current state of the three people makes Qi Yun feel cold in his heart.

Half of the hunchback old man's body was shrouded in black air, his face was very white, with a strange smile, and there was a black tin jar beside him. The jar rustled and I didn't know what it contained.

The old man at the foot of the slope is leaning on a bamboo pole, emitting a hazy blue light. He is wearing a wide sleeved robe and has an unspeakable mysterious temperament.

The young man in white robe was holding a folding fan in his hand. The clouds were light and the wind was light. His lower body was shrouded in a red flame. His lower body seemed to be completely composed of fire.

Qi Yun's heart surged.

There are indeed people with mysterious power in this world.