The walkway where Huangquan is located is extremely dark.

The other end of the dark walkway seems to lead to an unknown supernatural land.

On both sides of the walkway, there are rooms.

There is a room number on the door of each room. Starting from Room 1, it is Room 2, Room 3, Room 4...

These rooms look a bit old, and some of the wood paint on the doors has fallen off.

The overall style does not feel like a modern hotel, but rather a hotel from the last century.

The deeper the aisle, the larger the number on the door.

Rooms on both sides of the aisle.

Except for the door of Room 1 that is open, the doors of all other rooms are tightly closed.

"The male corpse has no hatchet in its hands. Now that the hatchet is in my hands, will the murder rules of the male corpse change because of this?"

Huang Quan thought for a moment and did not take advantage of the male corpse being suppressed, but instead pulled out the coffin that pierced into the male corpse's temple.

He wanted to see what changes will happen to the male corpse after losing the hatchet, and whether the killing rules will change due to the loss of the hatchet.

The rusty coffin nails left the head of the tall man's corpse.

The male corpse began to take action.

He did not attack Huangquan, which was not far from him, but walked towards the aisle as if nothing had happened.

"The male corpse did not attack me because I did not trigger his murder rules. Doesn't it meet the conditions?" Huang Quan guessed.

Then, Huangquan's thoughts moved.

The closest clone to the tall male corpse, which looks exactly like Huang Quan, is in action.

"Bang"

Huang Quan's pale palm rested on the shoulders of the tall male corpse, and a sticky and moist touch was taken.

It was the corpse water flowing down after the body of the tall male corpse rotted.

The moment he touched the body of the male corpse, the male corpse paused, turned around, facing Huangquan's clone.

The male corpse raised his hand and grabbed it towards the "Huangquan".

At this moment, the murder rule of a tall male corpse seemed to be triggered.

"Does it come into contact? The killing rule of male corpses is to contact, kill all those who come into contact with themselves or are touched by themselves."

Seeing the reaction of the tall male corpse, Huang Quan quickly realized what the killing rules of the male corpse were.

touch!

The murder of the hatchet triggers the curse of the hatchet, not the male corpse itself.

The rule of male corpse itself is contact.

Just when the tall male corpse's hand was about to catch the "Huangquan".

A dark light flashed, and the "Yellow Spring" beside the male corpse disappeared, including all the people in the aisle who looked the same as Huangquan.

In the aisle, there were only Huang Quan and the tall male corpse, and the clone had been taken away by Huang Quan.

"Anyway, the ability of the male corpse should be dismembered. Although there is no hatchet, it will still dismember the evil spirit with its own ability, just like a ghost."

"The ability of ghosts is to dismember evil spirits and piece together the body, although the ability of dismemberment is far less powerful than the curse of Hats."

"This doesn't matter. You just need to know that the rule of male corpse is to contact, kill the person you are in contact and dismember the ghost you are in contact."

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Huang Quan's eyes. This ability seemed very good, but in fact it was a bit useless for him who had already obtained the hatchet.

After the clone disappeared, the tall male corpse seemed to have lost the target he wanted to attack, and his raised hand drooped again.

Continue to walk towards the depths of the aisle.

"Pu"

The shoulder of the male corpse was once again blocked by a palm.

This time, the one that was placed on the shoulder of the male corpse was a charred palm.

The suppression of the ghost messenger was formed. The male corpse's body stopped and stood still.

"Although I don't like the ability to dismember, I can at least add a suppression amount." Huang Quan said, with a layer of black light rising from his hands.

The black light gradually invaded the body of the male corpse.

Huang Quan is trying to contain this tall male corpse.

"Dang~dang~dang~dang~"

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the depths of the strange aisle.

The sound is like someone ringing a bell, or it is like the old-fashioned clock, which sounds after the time comes.

A cold wind blew in the dark aisle.

"Cruff~"

"Cruff~"

A series of harsh door openings sounded at the same time.

On both sides of the aisle, the doors of all rooms opened at the same time.

The bell sounded like a signal before, as if it was reminding the residents in the guest room that it was time to check out.

Huang Quan stopped and turned to look deep into the aisle.

On both sides of the aisle, the doors of the room that you can see are open.

"Unknown changes." Huang Quan frowned and said, "There are ghosts in almost every room. This is really a night of ghosts."

Although there is no ghost coming out of the room where the door is opened, Huang Quan can feel the cold smell inside the room.

Basically, there are ghosts in every room.

It seemed to be the verification of Huangquan's words, he felt that something suddenly became more in his ghost realm.

A piano sound echoed strangely in the aisle.

"The piano sound came from the front, and the depth of the aisle was not very far from here. It seemed to be from Room 81 or Room 82."

Huang Quan frowned. The unknown change he had not expected before.

Although he was not afraid, Huang Quan still didn't like this kind of thing beyond his control, because it would make him feel very passive.

…………………

Zshan City is not small, there are more than a dozen counties below the city, and Changyu County is one of them.

Changyu County is located in a mountainous area and has poor transportation. Compared with other counties in Zshan City, economic development is also much behind.

However, Changyu County has been very famous in recent years because a fortune teller came to the county town two years ago. He calculated very accurately and never missed it.

It can be said that he is a golden word. If he says you die in the third quarter, you will definitely not be able to live in the fifth quarter, and he has all kinds of incredible abilities.

Later, the fortune teller opened a store in the county town, and over time, his fame gradually became popular.

Therefore, many people came to this remote small county town to find a fortune teller to tell their fortunes for themselves.

Whether it is marriage, past, official fortune, or even life, the fortune teller can do it, and never makes any mistakes.

"Mr. Su, you have to save me. I have an old man above and a young man below. I can't die like this."

In a strange shop in Changyu County, a middle-aged man kneeled in front of a young man and begged.

The shop is very strange. The interior of the house is very simple, with an old table and two chairs, and a set of tea sets on it.

At the door of the store is a plaque with the word "break" written on it, and there is no other word.

The middle-aged man knelt at the feet of the young man sitting on the chair with a panic expression.

The reason is very simple. This young man is a well-known fortune teller, and the young man can only survive for three days if he tells his fortune.

It is hard to believe that the magical fortune teller who was rumored to be a young man.

No one knows what the young man’s real name is, he only knows that his surname is Su, and the person who comes to tell fortunes respectfully calls him “Mr. Su”.

Mr. Su looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, without a trace of peace in his eyes, and said, "You are destined to be unable to survive..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Su's voice stopped. He seemed to feel something and looked up into the distance.
Chapter completed!