The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 191 She went to explore the way
The door of the inn was closed tightly, and the plaque hung crookedly, with thick dust and dense cobwebs on it.

Nowhere does this place seem to be inhabited, but it looks like it has been desolate for many years and has no popularity at all.

Yan Wen also realized that something was wrong, and stopped abruptly.

"Young Master Shen, I'm afraid no one has been to this inn for a long time."

Nangong Mo guessed: "Could it be that the shop has moved to another place?"

Yan Buwen frowned and said: "Not necessarily, this whole cliff is weird."

Shen Tang jumped down, walked to the door of the inn, stopped, frowned, and looked carefully.

Nangong Mo followed closely, and asked, "Tangtang, was it the same when you came here?"

Shen Tangluo closed his complex eyes, and a ghost vine strangling vine condensed on his right palm, and it slashed directly towards the inn gate.

With a sound of "Boom!", the dilapidated door couldn't bear the force and fell apart on the spot.

"Cough, cough cough!" Nangong Mo wrinkled her face, covered her mouth and nose and stepped back.

For a while, the dust dispersed, and the musty smell wafted out. Shen Tangluo's eyes dimmed, and with a flick of his sleeve, a black-red barrier appeared, blocking him back.

Until the smoke and dust cleared, the scene inside was unobstructed.

Shen Tangluo raised his foot and walked in, Yan Buwen raised his hand and summoned a long sword to follow, and Nangongmo couldn't leave even an inch.

Shen Tangluo turned back suddenly, and said coldly: "Wait outside, pay attention to the surrounding situation, this place is not easy."

Nangong Mo retracted her raised foot, and waited obediently on the spot, while Yan Buwen frowned, staring thoughtfully at Shen Tangluo's back.

After a while, Shen Tangluo came out, those peach blossom eyes were stained with seriousness.

In the past, there were not too many people in this village, but there were dozens of families. When the villagers went out to hunt occasionally, they would come here to rest and drink tea.

And almost every few days there will be caravans passing by, or Xiuxuan knights passing here, and the business is very prosperous, as constant as the moon, rising like the sun.

But now, the inn is in ruins.

Shen Tangluo checked everything from the first floor to the second floor, the main room and even the back kitchen.

In the back kitchen, the knives, pots, pans, and bowls for cooking are all rusted and dusty, and the rice jar is empty, and it is difficult to feed even rats and insects.

As for the beds for passers-by upstairs, there are a lot of tables, chairs and benches, but most of them can't tell their original colors, moldy and dusty, and they are pretty dilapidated.

When she came down from upstairs, she went to the counter and walked around, and all the books and abacus were there.

Obviously, the store owner didn't move away, it was very likely that something bad happened and he was killed.

It's just that it's been a long time, even if the things are still there, she can't see anything for a while.

Nangongmo went up to meet her, and hurriedly said, "Tangtang, how are you doing? Did you find anything?"

A gust of wind blew, and Shen Tang's eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes swept sharply towards the highest cliff in the north.

She turned her head and said to the two: "Go back to the carriage and wait, I will go ahead to explore the way."

After finishing speaking, Shen Tangluo's figure flashed, and his whole body turned into a red mist and disappeared.

"Tangtang, I..."

Nangongmo felt that it was not safe for Shen Tangluo to be alone in the middle of the night, and wanted to say that she would go with her, but before she finished speaking, she couldn't even see Shen Tangluo's shadow.

Yan Buwen held the sword in his arms, walked back to the carriage without saying a word and stood guard.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, the flagpole next to the inn broke without warning, and the sail flag also fell.

Nangong Mo regained consciousness in an instant and dodged the sail flag that was about to hit her in time.

She poked her head and took a look into the inn, she couldn't help her heart palpitations, she always felt that this place was gloomy, but the July night was as cold as winter.

Yan Buwen glanced at her with a frown, then looked away and didn't care too much.

(End of this chapter)