unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 142 Inn
There was no change in the bones, and it still stayed hungry in Song Yu's body, making her also hungry.

Su Mian scolded her: "If you die one day, you will definitely be a money addict."

Song Yu thought Cai Mi was a good nickname, so he didn't object.

The businessman walked ahead and knocked on the door: "Accommodation, are there any vacancies?"

The person who opened the door was a young man with very high cheekbones. His face was longer than that of a donkey. He was a living person, but his face was ashen and listless.

"Yes, come in."

He looked at the number of people and opened the door wider.

The inside was like a dark cave without sunlight, and there were no lights on. Wang Zhan squinted his eyes and fell flat on his face at the threshold.

The young shopkeeper then lit an oil lamp and came over.

"What do you guys want to eat? There are beef noodles, pancakes, and steamed buns."

Unexpectedly, Song Yu did not answer. Instead, he closed his lips tightly and did not allow Su Mian to speak.

The room was filled with the smell of the dead, and the smell of blood settled in every crevice of the room.

There are also two pairs of five-foot-two paintings hanging on the wall. The colors are so bright that they are almost eye-catching.

The one on the left shows a couple leaning on a railing beside a cliff Buddhist temple to view the scenery. The temple is black and shattered, but the faces of the couple are particularly clear and vivid, and the smiles on their faces look like they are wearing masks.

The one on the right shows two young people of similar age playing by the river. The young man looks like the current shopkeeper, with a long face and high cheekbones.

The young woman next to him looked like his sister. She was a little older and wore the hair of a girl in her boudoir. They looked very similar.

The river grass was all black and gray powder, only the two siblings were alive, and even the fake smiles could be seen.

Coupled with the years of grease and dirt, even if a lamp is lit, it is still hazy, and everything seems to be separated by a layer.

He Shen didn't believe in evil, and thought that the shopkeeper was a living person, so it would probably be okay to eat this thing.

"Let's get beef noodles, one bowl per person, they both don't want it."

The merchant quickly thanked him for the treat.

When the beef noodles came, it was no different from what we eat at other times, except that the soup was a bit cold and the taste was average.

Song Yu and Su Mian were eating dried steamed buns on the side and didn't even take a sip of water.

He Shen took a piece of beef and shook it in front of her: "You, you really don't want to eat it?"

The beef was cut very thin and was marinated thoroughly. Although there was not enough heat, the flavor was still very strong.

Su Mian never paid much attention to what he ate, but it didn't matter what he ate. Anyway, when he was out and about, when he could eat and when he couldn't eat, it was all up to Song Yu's arrangement.

Song Yu was miserable.

She was already very hungry and felt like she could eat a cow. But when she entered this shabby inn and saw that the beef noodles were inedible, she felt very miserable.

She wrinkled her nose, took a breath, and then took a bite of the steamed bun with the aroma.

"What I eat is not flower buns, but braised beef. It's not flower buns, but braised beef."

She muttered something here, and Gu Beiqi couldn't help but smile: "It's okay to eat a bowl."

Song Yu thought to himself that if you didn't open your eyes, you wouldn't know that the beef noodles had been eaten by dead people.

Just as he was about to tell them not to eat more, the curtain of the kitchen was suddenly blown by the wind, as if someone came out of it, and the beef noodles became even colder.

He Shen quickly picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks: "Hurry, eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

No one bothered to tease Song Yu anymore. They all went to eat noodles. After eating, they paid for accommodation.

The shopkeeper lit another lamp and bit the money into it to see if it was genuine or not. The merchant gave him a lot of copper coins, but he didn't need to count them.

"Shopkeeper, let me ask you a question, do you know what this Landa gold stone looks like?"

Zhang didn't look at him, but just nodded: "It's similar to red stone, just a little redder."

The merchant carried his back and asked again: "Are the gold beads in it real?"

The shopkeeper put away the money and said, "Well, the rooms upstairs are all vacant. You can sleep by yourself. It's best not to come out at night."

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking to the businessman and went to sleep in the back.

The businessman chuckled, made some calculations in his mind, and went upstairs to sleep.

They also went upstairs to choose a room to rest, the room was indeed more than enough, enough for each person.

As soon as the night got dark, Su Mian regained his energy. Even the exhaustion of the journey did not allow him to change his habit of sleeping in the day and being out at night.

He tossed and turned in bed for a while and decided to go out for a walk.

Opening the door, it was not completely dark downstairs. The oil lamp had not been blown out and was still emitting a dim light, making the shadows of everything very long.

Song Yu's shadow fell on the wall and was pulled into a giant.

Su Mian went downstairs: "You don't sleep at night, what are you doing here?"

Song Yu pointed to the painting on the wall: "Look."

The painting changed.

In the painting of the couple leaning on the railing and looking at the scenery, the husband pushed his wife back off the cliff. The wife fell in fear, with her arms and legs spread out, as if she was about to fall out of the painting.

And the little black dot behind the temple appeared in front of the painting, reaching out to grab her husband.

The real mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind.

The color in the painting is already blood red.

Another painting is the same. The shopkeeper pushed the woman into the water. The water was dark, and a pair of pale hands stretched out and grabbed the woman in.

Su Mian looked at the painting, surprised and afraid: "Did the shopkeeper kill his parents, and then his sister?"

Song Yu nodded: "Probably to grab that gold stone."

Su Mian said: "What does this family have to steal?"

As soon as he said the words, he felt that he had said something stupid.

It’s not surprising that they can kill each other, even if they are close relatives and even distant couples, when the world becomes colder, a family can still be strangers to each other, and their heads will be bruised and bloody.

If the Su family found a piece of gold, Mrs. Su would probably be able to confront Master Su.

"However," Su Mian stepped back and stayed away from the painting, "there are only a dozen gold beads in a stone. It's not that much if you exchange it for silver. There's no need to be so ruthless."

Song Yuqi said: "Do you think this stone is real or fake? How about we go out and dig it out?"

This is a good idea, just to use up some energy.

The two of them thought about going to the back to get a shovel, but there was an earth-shattering fart sound in He Shen's room, and then He Shen's cry of pain could be heard.

Then came Wang Zhan's cry, and then Wenwen's lowered voice.

The food of the dead is not so delicious.

Even a young man with a lot of energy can get sick at the least.

But Gu Beiqi is a spiritual nest, so nothing might happen to him, but why didn't the businessman make any move?

Song Yu pinched his nose and looked upstairs. There was a flash of fire in the merchant's house, and it looked like something was lit.

Could it be that he had something on him that could ward off evil spirits?

The door creaked open, and the hunchback came out of the door first. Song Yu quickly pulled Su Mian back to the corner under the stairs.

The businessman sneaked downstairs, picked up the oil lamp on the counter, and walked to the back kitchen. He also picked up his heavy burden and took it with him.

(End of this chapter)