Ghostly Shadow Inn

Ghostly Shadow Inn

Wu Xian left.

With her back to Wu Xian, Su Huijin's left half-face, hidden in shadow, was streaked with snot and tears, her expression horribly twisted as she desperately screamed at him.

"I want to get out!"

"I don't want to stay here!"

"I even let you use the Yajiao Spear. You owe me! Hurry up and get me out!"

But Wu Xian couldn't hear her. The right half of her face curled into a venomous smile.

"Little sister!"

Wen Chao had once told him the results of his investigation.

Then she saw her daughter lying on the ground and the bodies of two guests. A piercing scream burst from her.

Her plan to make a fortune from the blessed land had officially fallen apart.

"Don't be afraid. I just have a few questions for you."

It was the off-season, and many rooms at the inn were empty. With An Xin keeping watch downstairs, the mother and daughter could enjoy some rare time to relax.

It was as if Wu Xian had stepped into the current of time. Events that had once unfolded in this blessed land now slowly played out before him in reverse.

Another piece of cargo secured.

Wang Zhiwu's body lay on the ground as Wu Xian caught the unconscious girl.

"Hi! How are you?"

"Hi! You may not know me, but I'm really, really happy to see you."

The scene was peaceful and heartwarming.

"I... holy crap?"

He didn't know what other purpose his appearance here served, but he knew what he wanted to do most right now.

Wu Xian grinned with delight.

Thud.

Wu Xian was keen enough to notice.

If Shi Ji were in trouble, Wu Xian might risk trying to save him. But Su Huijin was another matter. Rescuing that woman could easily earn him a stab in the back.

"So the scene ends once you kill those two? If I'd known, I would've tied them up and tortured them for a while before killing them..."

Ever since he stepped through that door,

Yet the clothes Wu Xian had brought out of the blessed land were still intact, sparing him the awkwardness of being dressed entirely in paper clothes.

Wang Zhiwu forced a smile. "Me too..."

A dreadful scream echoed through the blessed land for a long time.

If Wu Xian had any regrets about the blessed land, it was that he had never seen the Child-Seeking Ghost Mother's true face.

After Yu Yinghua lost his trust, the suspicious Wang Zhiwu sealed him inside the concrete.

Her body split down the middle. Countless tiny teeth began devouring the other half of her body: blood, muscle, fat, bones, even the filth in her intestines. Everything that belonged to Su Huijin was swallowed by the other side.

Unfortunately, before Wu Xian could ask, his body gradually turned into a phantom. Just before he vanished completely, he touched his forehead in regret.

Someone outside was playing the "clapping game."

But this "Clap Game" wasn't scary at all. It was a warm mother-daughter game: a beautiful, gentle mother and her lively, adorable daughter. They were Lu Yao and her daughter, An Xue.

"Ah!!!"

The reversed timeline finally stopped on that day.

Wu Xian greeted her with a smile, then shot her down. He leisurely walked over, stepped on her head, and emptied his entire magazine without blinking.

Of course, he'd noticed that something was wrong with Su Huijin. Otherwise, he would've made sure to take the Yajiao Spear with him when he left the blessed land.

Unable to bear the loss of her child, the despairing woman slowly lost her mind...

Wang Zhiwu shut his mouth. Cold sweat instantly broke out across his face as a sharp dagger pressed against his jaw.

Zhao Juan had come to extort money, but Wang Zhiwu forced her to hang herself.

Wu Xian frowned as he surveyed his surroundings.

Far away, Yu Yinghua, who had lured Lu Yao over, saw what had happened. His face filled with disbelief, and he charged furiously at Wu Xian.

First, he checked the belongings he'd brought out of the blessed land. They had all turned into white paper figures, and Wu Xian cursed under his breath.

In this world, those killed by evil spirits could also become new evil spirits.

That was where it all began.

Lu Yao wore a blindfold while her daughter hid in a room somewhere, clapping to get her mother's attention. Watching her mother's clumsy movements, she giggled now and then.

From her perspective, this man had killed the guests at her inn and knocked her daughter unconscious. He was the sort of utterly brutal man you only ever saw on the news.

Also, the weapons and tools he'd brought into the blessed land from the outside world—his phone, guns, and various other items—had all returned to normal from their paper forms.

Su Huijin had forgotten.

"Your big sister is right here. Why do you want to leave? Stay here with me."

Lu Yao was startled by the sudden gunshot.

On a desolate earth, the last living person was devoured by evil spirits and ghosts;

A deranged woman wandering the streets and alleys was secretly dragged into a home by a lecherous man. The world's first evil spirit was born amid boundless despair and hatred...

So why wasn't Wu Xian doing anything?

He was panicking too!

As he watched Wu Xian disappear,

"Letting you die like this is a little too easy on you, but I'm in a hurry."

The terrified mother slowly calmed down.

But by then, Wu Xian didn't have the energy to think about her.

He was still in Room 404.

"I don't want to be reborn in your belly. You can crawl into mine instead. Then we'll be together forever."

"Move aside! The child's unconscious. I'm taking her..."

After caring for his deranged wife for years, An Xin's body could no longer hold out. The Wang couple bought Ping'an Hostel and drove the madwoman away.

Wu Xian watched it all unfold.

Suddenly, a hand reached around from behind and pressed a towel over the girl's face. She struggled for two seconds before fainting, and Wang Zhiwu gave a cold smile.

Ping'an Hostel.

After checking everything, Wu Xian quietly pushed open the door.

She blinked and realized she couldn't remember what had just happened.

He had no God Worshiping Items left to use. How could he fight an evil spirit? It wasn't as if he could poke her with a joss stick, was it?

She had no idea that the person clapping now wasn't her daughter, but the fearsome-looking Yu Yinghua.

He stared at the face of the married woman, Lu Yao, and imagined it as twisted as possible to satisfy his morbid curiosity. His gaze frightened Lu Yao into paling.

Pfft!

Wu Xian applied a little force, driving the dagger in beneath Wang Zhiwu's jaw and straight into his brain. He withdrew it elegantly and wiped it clean on Wang Zhiwu's clothes.

Wang Zhiwu had An Xue slung over his shoulder like a sack. As soon as he turned around, he saw a curly-haired man with dark circles under his eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the clean windows onto the lush green potted plants on the sill. The room was still just as cramped, but now it was clean and cozy, with a hint of life that hadn't been there before.

One event after another—Wu Xian watched so many of them.

No one noticed.

Beneath Yu Yinghua's corpse, a wisp of foul energy slowly took shape and seeped beneath the floorboards of Ping'an Hostel...