C73 Strange Letter

After I said those words, I suddenly felt a little worried.

How could a simple person run a hotel for ghosts? Moreover, in order to create the Phantom, this lady had actually imprisoned her third sister here. Such a person was truly vicious and merciless.

I felt that I was too reckless just now and shouldn't have exposed her shady behavior. Now, if she were to deal with me, I don't know if I would be able to hold on. Maybe, without her taking care of me, if I was kicked out, I would burn to death outside.

As expected, after the Madame listened to my words, she narrowed her eyes.

But after a while she laughed: "You're right about one thing. With Third Sister here, she could truly release unending amounts of Yin Qi. But you're wrong about the rest. There are countless Phantom in the world, I do not need to spend so much effort not to curry favor with them and create one for everyone. I really left Third Sister here for her own good. "

I didn't say anything. I didn't want to ingratiate myself with her, but I didn't want to argue with her, so I kept quiet.

I looked around the cabin, but I couldn't find a clock. I didn't know if the day had passed, but if it had, then I could leave.

Madam Guan seemed to have noticed that I couldn't sit still. She smiled and said, "You can close your eyes and rest for a while. I'll call you when it gets dark."

I nodded and sat down on the chair and closed my eyes.

Logically speaking, ghosts should not sleep. But I am not dead, and I still have the habit of living. Furthermore, I have been focusing heavily recently. I am really tired, so it is very easy for me to enter a state where I don't seem to be sleeping at all. Simply put, my head is empty, and I am in a daze for a long time.

Suddenly, I heard the lady rise from her chair. Subconsciously, I tried to open my eyes, but I resisted.

I opened it only a crack and peeked out.

I saw the lady walk quietly to the wardrobe, as if she was afraid to wake me.

She opened the cabinet, and Third Sister who was inside stared and bit her lips. Lady Guan then reached out her hand to pat her shoulder to comfort her. She said in a very low voice, "I know you want revenge, but now is not the time for it." Did you see that man? Now that you have a cause and effect with him, it's up to him to take care of you. "

I felt a chill run down my spine. [It seems that this lady from the monastery really isn't a good person.] I didn't do anything. I was deceived by her into listening to a story, and then I had a cause and effect.

Madam Guan comforted Third Sister, then she looked in the wardrobe and took out a stack of papers. She rummaged through it slowly for a while and pulled out one.

I glanced at it and saw that it was a painting, a portrait of someone who looked a little like me.

My heart skipped a beat. "This lady from the monastery knows me?" It can't be? Wait a minute, Mr. Zhao pushed me in. Or was it just a coincidence that he found me a place to rest? "

I was so confused that I didn't know what to do. With the drawing in hand, the lady walked over quietly and placed it beside my head. She compared it seriously for a moment before nodding her head and returning to her seat.

I saw her fold the portrait into a small piece. Then he took out a palm-sized paper man and a horse from the drawer.

She stuffed the portrait into the paper man's arms and set it on the lamp to burn.

My heart thumped. "Who is she notifying? Will anyone come after me later? "But who the hell wants to walk in the sun when it's bright outside?"

After a moment's hesitation, I rolled over and yawned, pretending to wake up.

I said to the lady, "What time is it? Can I go now? "

Madam Guan said, "Let's wait a little longer."

I thought: "Just a moment and your helper will be here."

I said, "I'll see if it's dark outside."

I leaned against the wooden door and looked out through a small hole. The sky outside was red. I wondered why it was this color.

I looked again, and the red sky wavered, revealing a mass of black. I was horrified to discover that it was a blood-red eye. Someone was also looking in from the outside.

Startled, I took a step back. At the same time, there was a knock on the door.

The Missus didn't seem to see my look of panic. She got up from her chair and opened the door.

There was a man standing outside, wearing a red jacket and green pants. Logically speaking, red and green were a joyous color, but when worn on this person's body, it was an indescribably strange color.

The man came in, fished around in his bosom, and handed the lady an envelope.

I suddenly remembered. Wasn't this person the paper man that the Madam Guan had just burned? Red jacket, green pants, yes, exactly the same.

The lady nodded her head, and the paper man turned around and left. Before leaving, it even closed the door. As I closed the door, I saw that it was dark outside.

I immediately said to Madam Guan, "It seems that the sun has already set. I'll be leaving now."

"Wait a moment." The lady stopped me.

I asked uneasily, "What's wrong?"

When I said this, I had already made up my mind. If she wanted to touch me, I would risk my life to teach her a lesson.

However, the lady did not do anything to me, but said: "There is a letter for you."

Instead of taking her envelope, I asked, "My letter? How did you get my letter? "

Madam Ming smiled and said, "There are some ghosts that have no fixed locations. His friends want to find him, but they don't know where to find him. So leave the letter with me. Under the heavens, there are many Phantom that have become hotels, and they are all under my control. So, once I find the recipient, I'll take the letter out. "

"How do you know I'm the recipient?" I asked.

The lady said: "Because your friend gave me a portrait, your name is Hu Chujiu, right? I don't think I recognized the wrong person. "

I nodded. He thought to himself: It seems like the reason the Madam burned paper and horses was to give me this letter?

I took the letter and asked, "Who gave this letter to me?"

Madam Guan said indifferently: "Tie Shan."

I started, thinking that the name sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where. I said hesitantly: "Tie Shan? Do I know such a person? "

The lady sighed, "Tie Shan told me that he had experienced life and death with you, and that you were best friends through life and death. He also said that you would deal with ghosts sooner or later, and told me not to lose the letter, I must personally hand it over to you. I didn't think that you had already forgotten about him. Are all the people in this world so heartless? "

I thought about it, and I still couldn't make out what it was. Then I simply stopped thinking about it and decided to open the letter.

On top of the envelope were a few words: Big Brother Hu Ninth Day.

It seems that this letter is indeed addressed to me.

I tore open the envelope and pulled the paper out. There were only a few words inside: Big Brother Hu, I don't have much literacy, so I won't say those words. Tomorrow is my big day, and I'm a little nervous. blind mother-in-law was a good person, but the others were not.

The letter ended here, without a clue or explanation. I thought: Even if I can't read much, I should make myself clear.

I looked at the back of the letter and was surprised to find that there was a picture of a human acupoint. This kind of diagram was very common, as it was sold in all the major Chinese medicine stores.

I wanted to throw the paper away, but the moment I let go of it, a thought struck me and I grabbed the paper again. I seem to remember who Tie Shan is.

Mr. Zhao told me to use my dream to look at Xia Xin's origins. I made a mistake and fell asleep first. I had a dream then. In the dream, I was trapped in a strange little town. There were Mr. Zhao and Tie Shan in the small city. In the end we escaped from the well by suicide and left the town.

I looked at the letter in my hand. Could it be that it wasn't a dream? Had it really happened?

I asked the lady: "Do you have a portrait of Tie Shan?"

Madam Huang shook her head.

I asked again, "Did Tie Shan write to anyone else?"

Madam Gu still shook her head.

I wondered: Back then, when the three of us were trapped in the well, Tie Shan had no reason to only write to me and not contact the Mr. Zhao?

But I soon guessed that perhaps Madame was not telling the truth. Maybe the Mr. Zhao also has a letter, but as for my question, the Madam only gave it to him, she said that she doesn't.

I asked the wife, "When Tie Shan wrote this to you, where was he?"

The lady said, "Hades."

My legs trembled as I thought: Looks like Tie Shan has really been brought back to Hades. He wondered how he was doing now. Maybe he really was turned into a living corpse.

"Aren't you leaving?" the lady asked me.

I replied, "Oh, right, right. I'm leaving."

I pulled the door open. I had already stepped out of the room, so I turned around and said, "Third Sister and I have a cause and effect. What will happen then?"

Madam Guan smiled. "It's just a story. How much cause and effect can there be?" Don't keep it in your head. There was no karma, but there was karma as well. You don't know, people's willingness is also a great strength. "

I thanked him and was about to leave. Madam Guan said faintly, "There's no need to thank me. I just need to say a few words for you to live for a hundred years during the new year." A person's power of will is worth more than gold and silver. "

I replied and hurriedly left the small courtyard.

I hid Tie Shan's letter on my body and then blankly stood on the street, not knowing where I should go.

But after a while, I saw a few people at the corner of the street. They were obviously Mr. Zhao and the rest. So I hurried over.

Mr. Zhao laughed and said: "It's like that? Have you rested well? "

I vaguely said, "Not bad, not bad."

Mr. Zhao lewdly asked me: "How does it feel?"

Puzzled, I asked, "What does it feel like?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "I heard from someone that there are ghost whores inside."

"I don't see it."

Mr. Zhao said with some regret: "Looks like the rumors are true. I was going to ask you about it. "

I pretended that I didn't care and asked Mr. Zhao, "You have never been there?"

Mr. Zhao rolled his eyes: "That's a hotel for ghosts. Why should I go in?"

The few of us left the village, planning to find a car to go to psychiatric hospital. As we walked out of the village, I looked back. He suddenly realized that the village behind him had disappeared, and replacing it was a dilapidated building.