C37 People who die in different ways

"Liniang, why are you sleeping here?"

The woman who was called Liniang suddenly widened her sleepy eyes, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

She got up from the ground and subconsciously looked at the corridor outside. It was clean.

"No, nothing." She tremblingly answered the others and quickly went back to her room, closing the door.

It was just a nightmare, of course.

She lay back on the bed and tried to get some more sleep, but there was blood between her fingers.

Her hands trembled as she turned them over. She looked down and saw something on her dress. It was too small and looked like a plum flower.

Liniang couldn't control the churning in her stomach. She ran to the copper basin and vomited. Nothing came out, but she still vomited.

Last night was not a dream, she really saw it!

When they walked out of the door, they saw two tall and strangely tall figures making strange sounds. In front of them was a man, and after they finished their strange shrieks, they each bit one of the man's head, pulling him up and ripping him into two halves.

Afterwards, the scalding blood splattered on her hands that were supporting her by the door. If she did not hide her face quickly, she would have sprayed all over. The stench seemed to haunt her.

After Liniang vomited, she collapsed to the ground.

Mo Xian slept all the way until noon, and when she went downstairs, she almost bumped into the woman who was also walking towards her.

The woman hurried off with an anxious look on her face.

When Mo Xian got down to the first floor, he heard that the people eating there were all whispering about one thing: someone had gone missing.

"Tell me, did he escape, or was he killed?"

"You can kill me without leaving a single trace?" Is this a human or a ghost? "

"However, if it was so easy for Penglai Inn to escape, there would not be so many people sitting here."

Everyone talked about their own thoughts, it was rare for Mo Xian to not see Qi Huaizhao, so after looking around, she actually lost her seat. Only the woman he had almost bumped into was a single table. However, she was a man right now, so it would be inconvenient for her to go over there.

Leaning back against the railing, he listened to a round of words.

Liniang really wanted to run away. She didn't dare to tell others about what happened last night, what if they didn't believe her and said she was crazy and wanted to capture her like a murderer? What would she do then?

She lowered her head and shakily looked at her hand under the table. The blood on it was the blood of the person whose waist had been cut off last night. He couldn't get rid of the scalding heat no matter how hard he tried.

Her eyes flashed with fear, her expression was one of panic, and her lips had long since turned white.

As Mo Xian stood, he could more clearly see the expressions of many people, but they all saw her strange movements, she had paid attention to something, and after a while, she stood up and asked waiter, then left towards the direction of the kitchen.

Mo Xian thought, and followed behind him.

When she walked to one side and spread her hands on the stone table in disgust, Mo Xian saw the dazzling captivating red in her palm.

Her curiosity was piqued. Was that blood?

The lady sat for a moment, then stood up and walked to the side of an ancient well. Mo Xian almost thought that she would jump down, luckily she only put down a bucket. After some effort, he picked up the water and poured it into his hand, spoonful by spoon.

While he was washing, he murmured to himself, "Wash it clean, wash it clean, make sure to wash it clean."

However, the blood on his hands could not be washed away no matter what. It was as if it had congealed and was not affected by the water.

"Can't wash it clean, can't wash it clean?"

When Mo Xian heard her change the sentence again, the first sentence was filled with a sobbing tone. By the second sentence, it was already completely normal, as if she had accepted the truth.

Mo Xian glanced at the water she had brought up, and it was actually thick blood. How could she possibly wash it clean like this?

Feeling that something was wrong, she immediately went forward and held the woman down. "Don't wash it again."

"Who are you!?" Don't touch me! " the woman shouted.

Mo Xian took a step back, afraid that she would vent her anger on him.

"Take a look at the water in your bucket first. No matter how many times you wash, you won't be able to wash it off."

The woman's gaze fell into the barrel. Her already unstable eyes were filled with fear. She opened her mouth wide, but could not make a sound no matter how she shouted. His voice was hoarse, as if something had blocked it.

Mo Xian stepped forward, guessing if it was a ghost or not, and pinched out a Yellow Talisman from behind her waist. When she accidentally patted her back, the woman shivered, and her face immediately turned white.

But other than that, there was nothing abnormal about it. Mo Xian could not find any clues about her, so he helped her sit on the stone table by the side.

"Don't be afraid, what happened? Can you tell me? "

The frightened Li Niang glanced at Mo Xian. Maybe it was because no one told her anything, she felt so stifled that she panicked. She looked at Mo Xian's face and slowly opened her mouth, telling him what she saw last night.

"?????" Those two tall shadows had eaten that person alive! Not a single trace remains! " Liniang trembled like a sieve at the end of her sentence.

Mo Xian pursed his lips and thought about it. Those two strange figures must be ghosts.

Seeing that Mo Xian did not say anything, Li Niang thought that she did not believe her, and asked softly: "Does Young Master think that I am lying? When others hear this, they will definitely think that I am crazy! "

Mo Xian slowly shook his head: "No, I'm wondering, what exactly is that thing."

"You believe me?"

"Hmm, the blood on your hands really can't be washed away. This is strange enough."

Mo Xian's words caused Li Niang to feel more at ease. She had panicked for so long, but had finally found someone who believed in her. She was momentarily moved, and even started to shed tears.

Mo Xian patted her shoulder in the air, "Go back and have a good rest. If you need anything, you can look for me at Earth Two on the second floor."

After she finished speaking, she remembered that her current man's identity was more sensitive. She wanted to clarify the matter, but Liniang thanked her and left with small steps.

Mo Xian was not at all conflicted as he continued to look for food.

Seeing that Qi Huaizhao had not come down from the stage, on a whim, she went to his room to look for him.

After knocking for a while, a lazy and low voice came from the inside, "Who is it?"

"It's me."

There was a moment of silence before the door opened. A tall man stood in front of the door. He stared at her for a moment before asking, "What is it?"

Mo Xian laughed: You aren't inviting me in?

The corner of Qi Huaizhao's mouth rose, "Men and women shouldn't be so intimate with each other."

Mo Xian bent over, and directly passed through his arm like a nimble fish: "I'm a man now, what's wrong with entering your room."

She sat calmly on a stool and even made herself a cup of tea.

His room was a little better than his own, and the decor was more elaborate. The quilt on the bed was spread out, as if he had just been sleeping.

Qi Huaizhao was not annoyed. He walked over and naturally sat in front of her.

"What is it?" he asked again.

"Have you eaten? I haven't seen you around recently, so I miss you a lot. " Mo Xian joked.

Qi Huaizhao glanced at her with his wide eyes, "Eat it." He ignored her last sentence.

Mo Xian was startled: "Why can't I see you downstairs?"

He said, "Just finished eating."

Mo Xian then thought about following Li Niang to the Ancient Well, and after thinking about it for a while, he told Qi Huaizhao about it.

"In other words, three people from the Penglai Inn have already died." After she finished, she made a small summary.

Qi Huaizhao was deep in thought, "Do you think it's a human or a ghost?"

"It must be a ghost. The knife scar was decapitated, Master Luo lost his tongue, and the last one was eaten alive by the strange black shadow."

Qi Huaizhao didn't comment on her answer. With a thought, Mo Xian asked him: "Did you guess something?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'll tell you when I'm sure."

Mo Xian knew that if he didn't want to say it, there was no point in forcing him.

The two talked nonsense for a while more before Mo Xian took his leave.

She hadn't thought that after waking up that night, the next day, there would be no more lives left.

It was Liniang. She jumped down from the fifth floor with the door shut. It looked like she had committed suicide.

But Mo Xian felt that things were not so simple. She had clearly calmed him down, how could she suddenly commit suicide?

What was going on with this inn? People were dying one after another, but there were no clues at all.

This time, none of the residents wanted to see Liniang's corpse. They were all almost crazy. They all swarmed over, wanting to escape from this place.

A group of people carrying bags stood at the doorway, bustling with activity. Mo Xian did not go down, but only watched quietly from the second floor.

Jiang Huai Ge, who hadn't appeared for a long time, stood at the door. He wore a beautiful bun, a blue lapel top, and a long white skirt. He wore a dark blue belt around his waist, making him look even more slim.

She suddenly raised her head, and looked at Mo Xian. The latter could not guess what she meant.

"You say that more and more people are dead now, but when will you release them?"

"In any case, it would be a waste to stay, so why don't we charge out together!"

With these two voices taking the lead, the crowd became even more clamorous.

The reason why Mo Xian could guess what they were thinking was only because Jiang Huaige and the other two yamen s could not stop them from having so many people.

Jiang Huaige raised her delicate hand, indicating for them to quiet down.

Mo Xian suddenly noticed that there were three other people beside her. They were the three subordinates of the knife scar. They wouldn't appear by Jiang Huaige's side for no reason, unless she promised them some benefits.

Things were getting more complicated.

Jiang Huaige's voice was quickly drowned out by the crowd, and she no longer insisted on letting them not cause a commotion, standing tall and straight, looking at the group of people in front of her.

Some people tried to sneak past the door in the chaos, but their neck was suddenly seized by someone, and they were pressed against the door, unable to move.

It was one of the brawny men. He was so strong that he almost crushed the head that was trying to escape.

This scene caused the surging crowd to suddenly quiet down.

"Is there anyone else who wants to go out?" Jiang Huaige's gentle and tender voice actually carried a bit of an eerie tone.