Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 21 Old Man

"Taiping Inn. Just by listening to the name, you can tell that it is closely related to the ancient town of Taiping in Zhongzhou City."

Chang Yiming walked in front. Cao Yang looked back at the lantern that was emitting a blurry white light. The four words "Taiping Inn" on it looked weird no matter how he looked at it.

"In this world, those with more comfortable names often have the worst endings."

Cao Yang sneered at the name of the inn. Which one had a good ending: the circle of friends that were wiped out in Ping'an Building, or the Taiping Ancient Town that was eventually submerged by the Ghost Lake?

“Tap~tap~!”

Several people walked on the cobblestone road, making messy footsteps.

"That ghost has memories, or rather, the memories of this inn. There are 35 guest rooms, and one is occupied by the owner. According to the usual nature of Resurrection, all the guest rooms are probably occupied by ghosts, and even the owner may not be a living person."

Chang Yiming, who was walking in front, stopped because if he went any further he would step on the wooden floor of the inn.

"Keep going forward. Stop now. Do you want to be invaded by the ghost outside? Or do you want to eat peanuts?"

"I'm not, don't talk nonsense, I'm just an ordinary innkeeper, a serious businessman."

Cao Yang snorted coldly. There was not much description of Boss Liu in the original book. He only remembered a little bit of his supernatural powers and nothing else.

The man's calm gaze fell on Cao Yang, as if he was sizing him up, but also as if he was looking down on him.

Overhead, two lanterns were hung on the eaves, but they were not affected at all by the cold wind behind them. Although the light was dim, it was always steady.

"I am an honest and simple boss who runs the business with integrity. This inn was passed down from my ancestors, and I am only responsible for the management. I have been doing business for decades, and I have never cheated anyone."

Cao Yang threatened from behind. A cold wind started to blow behind him. The lantern on the bamboo pole kept shaking and the light flickered, as if it would go out in the next second.

"Do you think I will believe you? If you are not a ghost rider, how can you open an inn in such a haunted place?"

Originally, from the outside, there was only thick darkness behind the door of the inn, but now, in front of me is a very old-fashioned room, which looks like the style of the 1970s and 1980s. There is a small counter with a lamp stained with hot money on it. Next to the counter is an armchair, and a man in his fifties, wearing an old cloth hat and with wrinkles on his face is dozing on the counter. Next to him is a dark-skinned "man" who is giving him a back massage.

Hearing about peanuts, Chang Yiming became even more frightened, but under the pressure of Cao Yang, he had no choice but to step into the door of the inn.

"Hoo~ho!"

Finally, Cao Yang, the last one in the team, also walked into the inn and walked in through the half-open door.

The old man quickly shook his head in denial.

Once you pass through the gate, the scene in front of you changes completely.

As if he had noticed someone coming, the slightly old man opened his eyes slightly, then stretched lazily.

"Ghost Controller?"

The old man puffed out his chest and looked a little proud.

Cao Yang asked in a deep voice.

"How many guests would like to stay in the hotel?"

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and even the half-open, dilapidated wooden door of the inn was creaking, as if something would rush out of the inn in the next second.

"It only deceives ghosts."

Then he added another sentence in his mind, but unfortunately no one could hear it.

"So are you guys here to stay permanently or temporarily? If not, please leave and don't delay my business." After arguing with Cao Yang for a few minutes, the old man seemed a little impatient. These people looked like poor people who couldn't afford to stay in the hotel, so he wanted to kick them out.

"How do you charge for accommodation?"

Cao Yang frowned. It was clear that there was a superstitious ghost wandering outside. It was obviously not safe to stay outside, but the inn and the owner in front of him did not look like a good place or a good person.

"The Tianzi Hotel is 7 yuan a night, and the Dizi Hotel is 10 million a night."

The old man cleared his throat and spoke very seriously.

"Damn, is this crappy inn of yours made of gold or silver? Ten million a night, why don't you just go and rob it?"

"Miss, you are wrong. My inn is not made of gold or silver, but in a place like this, it can block the wind and the rain. It is definitely the best inn in the surrounding area."

The old man patted his chest and boasted proudly.

"It's not the best in the area. There's not even a single person here."

Chen Zongtao complained in a low voice.

"Not only that, my inn can also help you stop some dirty things."

The old man suddenly lowered his voice, put his face close to the oil lamp, and spoke in a dim voice.

"Ten million is too expensive. Let's stay in the seven-yuan room. Even though the conditions are shabby, it will at least be enough to get by for one night."

Luo Qin seemed to have made up his mind.

But what was unexpected was that when the old man heard that they were going to stay in a room for seven yuan, he was not unhappy at all, and his eyes even lit up.

"Is what the guest said true?"

The old man excitedly reached out and held Luo Qin's arm. Cao Yang then noticed that the innkeeper's fingers were very special: thin, shriveled, and slender, like the hands of an octogenarian, but the innkeeper looked only in his 50s or 60s, which was somewhat inconsistent with his age.

"Wait, we don't live in Tianzi Hotel, we live in Dizi Hotel."

Cao Yang raised his hand to move the old man's hand away and said lightly. Such an unreasonable price, seven yuan is obviously ghost money, but he doesn't have ghost money on him. If he can't pay the room fee, he doesn't know what price he will have to pay.

After hearing what Cao Yang said, the boss was obviously disappointed, but he quickly put away his disappointed expression.

"Okay, the Di-character brand is fine too. May I ask who will pay for the guests?"

"Give me an account number, and I will transfer the money to your account after I get out."

"Okay, I can, but in order to prevent you from defaulting on your debt, I have to do something. Sir, do you mind?"

The old man smiled obscenely, suddenly raised his hands, and then put them together, with ten fingers standing side by side. Then, the old man pointed his ten strange fingers straight at Cao Yang's eyes.

Cao Yang almost instantly deployed his ghost den to influence gravity in an attempt to stop the old man's behavior, but his ghost den was pierced through by these two hands, and the extreme gravity did not have any effect on the old man in front of him.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Cao Yang's pupils dilated, his face full of astonishment. Although he knew that his ghost was not strong, it was unbelievable that the extreme gravity had no effect on the person in front of him.

What frightened Cao Yang even more was that the distance between him and the old man's hands had been changed abruptly. In his sight, the old man's hand had completely passed through his head, and he could even clearly see the wrinkled black skin on the old man's elbow.

"That's all, you can check in now. But there are some taboos in Taiping Inn, so I still need to tell you about them."

(End of this chapter)