Good evening, Lord Hades

I went for a long time. Thinking of this, I'm really bad.

I found that I really have a good physique!

Conan is dead wherever he goes. I run into ghosts everywhere I go. Is this going to make me go through ninety-nine eighty-one?

I was lucky before. If I'm not lucky one day, maybe I'll die.

I was just thinking that, in the room next to the corridor, suddenly came a footstep.

In order to avoid being found, my grandmother and I quickly shrank to the foot of the wall to hide.

Sure enough, after a while, the door of the room creaked and opened from inside. A slightly fat figure came out from inside.

I don't know why, I always feel that this person's walking posture is indescribably strange, his body is not very flexible, he walks very slowly, and he doesn't look like a normal person.

And the strangest thing is, why does this person get up at night?

Is it hard to get up and go to the toilet?

Or a snack?

Just thinking about this, the flute that my grandmother and I heard in our dream appeared again at this time.

Still so soft, so ethereal, as if from a dream.

What we didn't expect was that as soon as the flute sounded, the whole people in the inn got up and walked downstairs very slowly with black faces and no expression.

Even the shopkeeper who served as a guide for my grandmother and me was among them.

I can't help but wonder. I want to ask the shopkeeper.

But the shop owner's face was at a loss. He directly ignored my grandmother and me, followed the others and went down the stairs slowly.

"Grandma, what's going on?" I don't understand of ask a way.

"If I guess correctly, it should be the sound of the flute. Their consciousness has been controlled by the sound of the flute!" Grandma said with a dignified face.

I was surprised to hear that.

No wonder I called the shopkeeper just now. The shopkeeper didn't respond at all. It looked like sleepwalking.

"But why aren't you and me controlled? We heard the sound of the flute, too

Grandma took a look at the jade bead on my neck and said, "maybe it's the jade bead that helps you to keep your mind steady, and doesn't let the evil voice disturb you. As for me, I wear several amulets every day, so I will not be possessed or controlled by evil things. "

Grandma said so, I understand.

Although the jade bead that he gave me at Mo liangye was mainly used to live for my son in the future, it also saved me several lives.

But now the question is: where are these people going? Who controls them?

My grandmother, probably with the same question as me, gave me a deep look and said, "if you want to know the answer, you have to sneak into them to see where they are going and who they are going to see."

I nodded, and grandma quickly downstairs, to keep up with those sleepwalkers, pretending to be like them, walking behind the line.

In the late night Inn, it was dark, as if there was evil everywhere.

It's impossible to say that we are not afraid at all. After all, it's absolutely not an ordinary thing to be able to control the flute of all the people in the whole inn.

Maybe it's the legendary human bone flute that the shopkeeper talked about before.

The team is still walking, layer by layer down, from the fourth floor to the first floor.

And strange atmosphere, also more and more thick, as if a inattentive, will rush out from the darkness of a what demon like.

The audience in the studio, just like me, were totally worried.

"It's like watching a horror movie. I don't know what's going to happen next."

"The live broadcast of the anchor is more than one level higher than the horror film, OK? The anchors are all real ghosts, and the domestic horror films are all made by people! "

"Yes, since watching the live broadcast of the anchor, I will never watch horror movies again. It's so boring!"

"Anchor, where's the black cat?"

Seeing the barrage, I was stunned.

Yes, the black cat was still beside me and grandma just now. Why is it gone in the blink of an eye?

Is it difficult for it to find out the problem and find out for itself?

But now, I'm not in the mood to take care of the black cat. After all, it's important to follow these sleepwalkers.

So grandma and I followed the sleepwalker to the first floor, and then went to a yard behind the inn.

I saw a man standing there, playing a flute seriously.

As I approached, I took a look at the man's face and found that the man playing the flute was the kind middle-aged uncle who had checked me in before.

The flute he is playing is about 30 cm long. It's not the flute with many holes on the side, which we usually see. Instead, it's wrapped in metal with holes on each end.

The whole body of the flute is curved to a certain degree, not like the musical instrument of our Han nationality, but like the "Gangdong" of Tibetan nationality.

The so-called "Gangdong" is actually a human bone flute. It is a kind of magic weapon of Tibetan Buddhism. It is generally made of the leg bones of a 16-year-old girl, partially covered with silver or copper.

It is said that in the ancient kingdom of Tiran more than 1000 years ago, a monk made a mysterious human bone flute for the king at that time.

But who knows, after the human bone flute was played, there were many people dying in the palace, even the king was not spared.

In the end, the ancient kingdom of Tiran mysteriously disappeared, leaving only a horror legend of "no ghost plays flute under the moon".

Although I don't know why the whole kingdom of Tiran died when the bone flute was played.

But with your toes, you can think of something that can kill people for no reason. Is it a good thing?

What's more, in the middle of the night, the innkeeper didn't sleep well, but he hypnotized these people with human bone flute and called them here.

In any way, it's not a good thing.

However, with the attitude of not frightening others, my grandmother and I still pretended to be sleepwalking even though we recognized the innkeeper.

We'll see what the innkeeper wants to do.

Because summer vacation is the peak season of tourism, so many people live in the inn. Now they sleepwalk to the hospital, and they even line up.

My grandmother and I stood at the end. On the surface, I was sleepwalking. In fact, I was watching the bullet screen on the live platform.

"Anchor, why do I think it's like some kind of cult ritual?"

"Lord underworld, come out and escort! The anchor may be in danger! "

"Anchor, why don't you run? Just look at the flute, the more I think about it, the more terrifying I am! "

"Anchor, before I read the news, a donkey friend disappeared after he went to the border of Miao, you should be careful!"

"Anchor, although we want to take Lord underworld as our own, we still hope you can be OK. After all, you are the true love of Lord underworld!"

Seeing this, I can't help feeling warm.

Although the audience didn't watch my live broadcast for a long time, these guys actually slowly built up a relationship with me and began to worry about me!

This feeling of being cared by fans is really good.

However, before I could be happy for a second, another barrage came out of the studio.

"Anchor, it's the black cat!"

See these four words, my back suddenly cool.

Before that black cat suddenly appeared, then suddenly did not know the whereabouts, now appeared again?

I fixed my eyes on the past and saw a shadow on the roof not far away. There were two bright amber eyes on the shadow, looking at me straight.

I went. It was really the black cat. It really haunted me!