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This inn was indeed very run-down. The moment the adjacent wooden door touched it, wood shavings would fall off immediately, causing Zhu Minghui's body to be covered in dust. It was as if this hotel had not been repaired for hundreds of years. However, judging from the style of this hotel, it should have only been popular in recent years. It didn't seem like a building from several hundred years ago at all.

The receptionist did not want to bother with Zhu Minghui, so naturally she did not answer his question as to why there was only one hotel at the foot of the mountain.

Without a spare room, there was only Sheng Jiuzhou's room, Shen Jiaming's room and's room.

When Zhu Minghui heard that he was going to share a room with Shen Jiaming, his first reaction was to ask Shen Jiaming secretly, "Brother Shen, is that ghost also going to share a room with us?"

Shen Jiaming looked at the cute little boy who was standing beside him, and nodded apologetically at Zhu Minghui. "I'll keep an eye on him. I won't let him near you."

Zhu Minghui's face turned ugly. He thought, Shen Jiaming was only someone who could see ghosts. He didn't even know how he could see ghosts right now, so how could he control ghosts? If that ghost didn't need to get near him to do so, then wouldn't he be in trouble?

However, when he thought about it, if he lived alone, even if there was a ghost standing beside him, he would not know! In the end, Zhu Minghui calculated for a long time before emphasizing, "Brother Shen, you must take care of him. If there is anything abnormal, you must tell me! You have to tell me! "

It was probably because he had been able to see the ghost for a while, that Shen Jiaming was already very calm. Seeing such a restless Zhu Minghui, he couldn't help but want to laugh. However, Zhu Minghui was his brother after all, and had accompanied him to this kind of place at all costs. It would be too unkind of him to laugh at him again.

Sheng Jiuzhou had been very quiet throughout the entire journey. She did not speak nor did she play on her phone.

Shen Jiaming told Sheng Jiuzhou to let her sleep in one room, and asked her if she was afraid. Sheng Jiuzhou ignored him and turned to go upstairs.

The hotel's stairs were also made of wood, and they creaked and creaked as if they would collapse at any moment. Zhu Minghui, who was standing behind Sheng Jiuzhou, clearly saw the wooden boards of the stairs start to shake, and even started to drop wood shavings with a crackling sound, just like the wooden door.

Zhu Minghui could not help but grumble, "This wood is so bad, it must have been eaten by ants!"

The hotel had two floors, mainly made of wood. When he went up the stairs to the second floor, he saw a long corridor. Both sides of the corridor were lined with guest rooms. The corridor was bare and bare, not even a painting. Zhu Minghui could not help but complain, "This is such a crappy place, what kind of inn is this?"

Although Shen Jiaming also felt that this inn was a little strange, but he thought that since this person could open a shop at the foot of the Master Liao and monopolize all the resources, there must be a reason. It was just that for this reason, Shen Jiaming was temporarily unable to understand. In any case, the hotel felt strange to her.

Their two standard rooms were adjacent to each other. Shen Jiaming warned Sheng Jiuzhou repeatedly, if she was afraid or something happens, remember to call them.

Sheng Jiuzhou looked at them with disdain, and then, without saying a word, he reached out to open the door and closed it in front of them.

Zhu Minghui had never interacted with Sheng Jiuzhou before, so he did not know that this little girl had such a temper. He could not help but complain to Shen Jiaming, "Brother Shen, what's wrong with your sister? She looks pretty cute, why does she have such a personality?"

Shen Jiaming laughed, and without saying anything, he directly brought Zhu Minghui into their room. The room was very clean. There were two beds, a TV, a set of chairs, and nothing else. It was very simple and crude.

Shen Jiaming pointed to the two beds and asked Zhu Minghui, "Which one do you sleep on?"

Zhu Minghui gloomily picked the window seat, he could not help but start to complain, "This Master Liao is so famous, why is the inn at the foot of the mountain so shabby? "Oh my god, I left my bed at home and didn't sleep at all. I actually ran to such a desolate place, it's really …"

It was hard to explain in a single sentence!

Shen Jiaming didn't have time to bother with Zhu Minghui, he still had to settle that little boy. He wanted to talk to the boy, but when he turned around, he found that the boy had disappeared without a trace. Shen Jiaming was not worried about him when he disappeared in the past. However, he was not familiar with this place. Shen Jiaming was afraid that something would happen to the little boy and started to worry about him.

Actually, he had already noticed that the little boy was different from usual today. In the past, he would laugh and make a ruckus, but today, he was exceptionally obedient.

Shen Jiaming stood on the spot and called out, "Hey, where are you? You're not allowed to hide, hurry up and come out? "

Zhu Minghui was packing his bag when he heard Shen Jiaming's shout and was shocked. He had done his best to build a room with ghosts. However, he had to spend the night with a ghost after all. It would be a lie if he said that he wasn't afraid.

He asked, "Brother Shen, who are you calling?"

Shen Jiaming frowned, he was a little worried, "The boy that came with us is gone."

"He's gone?" Zhu Minghui had never seen the little boy before, so he had no idea if he had disappeared. "Brother Shen, when did he disappear? Did he really disappear, or was he just hiding? "

Shen Jiaming was not sure if the little boy had disappeared, or if he was hiding. "He shook his head and replied Zhu Minghui. I don't know when he disappeared, but he was still there when we checked into the hotel lobby. "

When they were walking up the stairs, Shen Jiaming didn't notice the little boy, and afterwards, he also didn't notice the little boy's warning. It was unknown whether or not he had not caught up.

Zhu Minghui put down the backpack in his hands and said: "Brother Shen, let's go down and take a look? What if the little ghost doesn't know how to get up the stairs and gets lost? "

When he said this, even he felt that it was a bit funny. Could ghosts get lost too? Do they still walk with their eyes?

The two of them nodded without hesitation and went to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Shen Jiaming was stunned, his entire person frozen in front of the door.

Outside their door, it wasn't a corridor at all, but a precipitous cliff. It was vertical and extremely steep, with no bottom to be seen …