The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 106 Wishes
Wen Zhong followed the black waiter back to the room, along the way he asked several times about making wishes, but unfortunately the other party ignored him at all.

In desperation, he had no choice but to fiddle with the black box in the room. This box is very heavy, it feels very cold to the touch as a whole, and the material seems to be made of gold.

Wen Zhong can be sure that what is contained in the box must be something related to supernatural powers, but he doesn't know how this thing has anything to do with his wish, let alone he hasn't made a wish yet.

"You can return to the original city after staying in the room for 10 minutes. It is said to answer your doubts, but in fact, you have not asked anything at all." Wen Zhong scratched his head. This inn is really full of mysteries.

The purple robe he was wearing was taken away by the black waiter when he first arrived in the room. He wanted to stop him, but the other party disappeared into the corridor in the blink of an eye.

"The next stage of the ceremony has nothing to do with hiding our identities, so the only possibility for him to let us hide our identities is that he is afraid that we will kill the participants of the ceremony outside the inn after we recognize each other." Wen Zhong tried to open the box while thinking.

"No, there's too little information to figure out anything, and it's possible that this old Kong is just as good as he is."

Just when Wen Zhong was about to violently open the seal, he finally didn't know what mechanism was triggered, the black box opened with a "snap", and a pair of hammers exuding a bloody smell came into his eyes.

Wen Zhong's eyelids twitched. He could feel the horror of the pair of hammers. Just as he was hesitating whether to pick up the pair of hammers, the door of the guest room suddenly opened, and the corridor by the door had returned to his How it looked when you first moved in.

Seeing this, he decided to leave this place first and make other plans.

After tidying up and going downstairs, Wen Zhong didn't expect that the old man was still lying on the chair with his eyes closed, and the passenger check-in book in front of him was still open.

Wen Zhong stepped forward to take a look, and the column with He Youxu's name had somehow changed into his real name—Wen Zhong, without any traces of alteration, as if the other party knew his name from the very beginning. what.

"Huh? It's you. How did your wish come true?" It seemed that Wen Zhong's movement was too big, which woke up the old man. He half-opened his eyes and asked Wen Zhong.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Me? I'm just a hotel owner who should have been buried a long time ago." The old man laughed at himself, then looked at the black box in Wen Zhong's hand and said in surprise: "What you are holding in your hand is... I know, you It actually went into the earth, hehe, interesting."

"What's interesting? You seem to know something?" Seeing that the old man seemed to know something, Wen Zhong hurriedly asked.

"Hehe, this box is your wish, that old hole is still so picky." The old man sneered, and then said: "Okay, I'm sleepy again, and I look forward to seeing you here next time... um ...Little friend Wen Zhong..."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhong felt his gaze change. Originally he was still at the front desk of the Ping An Hotel, but now he has appeared on the crowded street. He looked at the street where the Ping An Hotel is located, but there is nothing there now .

It was already noon, if it wasn't for the black box in his hand and the key and magnetic card in his trousers pocket, Wen Zhong might feel that he had a rather absurd nightmare.

"Go back to Huang Gongming's villa to sleep honestly this time." After this incident, he didn't dare to stay in a hotel outside casually. As for the pair of ghost hammers, he will study them slowly after he wakes up. Bar.

Soon, Wen Zhong took a taxi and returned to Huang Gongming's villa. Under the surprised eyes of others, he greeted everyone, then went to the second floor with the box in his arms, and lay down on the bed.

Although he basically didn't need to sleep, Wen Zhong had no other good way to replenish the energy consumed by the successive spiritual events besides sleeping.

"Why don't you take a break for two days, otherwise I'm afraid I'll really recover from such a high-intensity handling of supernatural events."

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong fell into a dreamland. In the dream, he came to the Eight Immortals Night Shop where he had been in the hallucination. There he ate the most delicious food in the world, and he ate almost all night long like this. .

So much so that when he woke up again, he found that he was gnawing a mineral water bottle in his mouth, and he couldn't help laughing wryly, could it be that the curse of the Eight Immortals Night Shop was also on him? Curses torment some grass and trees.

"Forget it, at least I lived another day." He smiled and picked up the black box containing the hammer, and his intuition told him that this thing was very fierce.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked suddenly, Wen Zhong looked up and saw that it was Yan Duo who came.

"You finally woke up, and I was worried that you would just fall asleep like this." Yan Duo said, "Someone is looking for you downstairs, hurry up and take a look."

Wen Zhong nodded, threw the black box to Yan Duo and said, "I see, help me figure out how to use this thing, be careful, this thing is very fierce."

Yan Duo has a ghost shirt that can resist ghosts, and it is the most reasonable solution to give this thing to him for experimentation.

Before Yan Duo could speak, Wen Zhong walked out of the bedroom, leaving only Yan Duo groping for the black box curiously.

At this time, the first floor.

As soon as Wen Zhong went downstairs, he saw a woman-like Taoist in a white Taoist robe sitting on the sofa, and Zhao Jian carefully entertained him beside him.

Seeing Wen Zhong going downstairs, he quickly ran all the way to Wen Zhong and whispered: "Wen Zhong, this person is Fang Diyuan, the master of Liangyi Temple, be careful, I think he may come from a bad way!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Jian stood behind Wen Zhong with a serious face, as if ready to strike at any time.

"Wen Zhong, thank you very much this time." Fang Diyuan ignored Zhao Jian's words, put down the teacup in his hand, and said to Wen Zhong: "If it weren't for you, I might not be able to avenge myself in this life."

Under Zhao Jian's surprised gaze, Wen Zhong walked slowly to the sofa beside Fang Diyuan and sat down.

"It's nothing, I have a little bit of trouble with that Chu Du." Wen Zhong waved his hand, "How is your injury, the No. [-] in the ground is you, right?"

Fang Diyuan nodded and said, "That's right, I'm here. I'd like to ask you to do me a favor this time."

"You're really welcome. You can help. Is there any benefit?" After getting Fang Diyuan's affirmative answer, Wen Zhong asked indifferently.

"Of course." Fang Diyuan said: "How about I use the entire Liangyi Temple as a reward? As long as you do this for me, you will be the master of the Liangyi Temple from now on."

(End of this chapter)