The Shadow Inn

Chapter 43: The Shadow Inn

Wu Xian left.

With her back to Wu Xian, Su Huijin's left face, half-hidden in shadow, streamed with snot and tears, her expression completely contorted as she yelled towards Wu Xian.

"I want to get out!"

"I don't want to stay here!"

"I even gave you the Yajiao Spear, you owe me, take me out quickly!"

However, Wu Xian couldn't hear her voice. Her right face revealed a venomous smile.

"Sister!"

Wen Chao had once shared his findings.

Then she saw her fallen daughter and the two dead guests, and let out a piercing scream.

The plan to get rich using the blessed land was officially shattered.

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

It was the off-season for tourism, and many rooms in the inn were empty. With An Xin watching downstairs, the mother and daughter could finally relax for a rare moment.

Wu Xian felt as if he had stepped into the flow of time. The events that had transpired in this blessed land unfolded before him in reverse.

Another piece of merchandise acquired.

Wang Zhiwu's body lay on the ground. Wu Xian picked up the unconscious girl.

"Hi, hello!"

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

The scene was harmonious and beautiful.

"I... what the hell?"

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

Wu Xian smiled very happily.

Plop.

With Wu Xian's keen senses.

If Shi Ji had been in trouble, Wu Xian might have risked saving him, but Su Huijin was out of the question. Saving that woman might lead to a backstab.

"So that's how it ends after killing them both. I should have tied them up and tortured them for a while before killing them..."

Ever since stepping through that door.

Fortunately, Wu Xian's clothes brought out from the blessed land were still intact, saving him from the predicament of wearing paper clothes.

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

An incredibly shrill scream echoed in the blessed land for a long time.

If Wu Xian had any regrets in the blessed land, it was that he never got to see the true face of the Child-Seeking Ghost Mother.

Yu Yinghua, having lost trust, was sealed in cement by a paranoid Wang Zhiwu.

Her body split down the middle, and countless tiny teeth began to devour the other half of her body. Blood, muscle, fat, bone, and even the filth in her intestines—everything that belonged to Su Huijin was consumed by the other side of her body.

Unfortunately, before Wu Xian could ask, his body gradually turned into an illusion. Before completely vanishing, he touched his forehead in regret.

Someone was playing 'clap game' outside the door.

However, this 'clap game' wasn't terrifying. It was a heartwarming mother-daughter game. The mother was beautiful and gentle, and the daughter was lively and cute—it was Lu Yao and her daughter An Xue.

"Ah!!!"

The reverse-flowing time finally stopped on that day.

Wu Xian greeted her with a smile, then knocked her down with a single shot. He then leisurely walked over, stepped on her head, emptied the entire magazine, not even blinking.

Of course, he noticed Su Huijin's abnormality, otherwise, he would have definitely left the blessed land with the Yajiao Spear.

The desperate woman, unable to bear the blow of losing her child, gradually became mentally distorted...

Wang Zhiwu shut his mouth, his face instantly covered in cold sweat. A sharp dagger was pressed against his jaw.

Meanwhile, Lu Yao was still circling the area, following the sound of clapping.

Wu Xian frowned, looking around.

Yu Yinghua, who had lured Lu Yao away from a distance, saw this scene and her face instantly showed disbelief. She angrily charged towards Wu Xian.

Zhao Juan, who had come to extort money, was forced to hang herself by Wang Zhiwu.

He first checked the items he brought out from the blessed land. They had all turned into white folded paper. Wu Xian immediately cursed.

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

That was the beginning of everything.

Lu Yao, blindfolded, watched her daughter hide in a room, clapping her hands to get her mother's attention. Seeing her mother's clumsy movements, she'd occasionally giggle.

From her perspective, this man had killed the guests at her home and knocked out her daughter. He was truly a monstrous killer, the kind only seen in the news.

Furthermore, the weapons and items he brought from the outside into the Blessed Land, such as mobile phones, handguns, and various props, had all reverted from their folded paper state to their normal appearance.

Su Huijin had forgotten.

"Sister is right here, why do you want to leave? Stay here with me."

Lu Yao was startled by the sudden gunshot.

A desolate land, the last living person, being devoured by evil spirits and ghosts;

A madwoman wandering the streets, secretly dragged into a home by a lecherous man. The world's first evil spirit was born amidst endless despair and hatred...

Then why did Wu Xian make no move?

He was panicking too!

Watching Wu Xian's disappearing figure.

"Killing you like this is too easy for you, but I'm in a hurry."

The terrified mother gradually calmed down.

However, Wu Xian was in no mood to think about her at this moment.

He was still in Room 404.

"I don't want to be reincarnated in your belly. How about you enter mine? That way, we'll be together forever."

"Hurry and get out of the way, this child has fainted, I'll take her..."

An Xin, who had taken care of his deranged wife for years, could no longer bear the strain. Wang Zhiwu and his wife bought Ping'an Hostel and drove the madwoman away.

All of this was witnessed by Wu Xian.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and covered the daughter's face with a towel. The daughter struggled for two seconds before passing out. Wang Zhiwu let out a cold laugh.

Ping'an Hostel.

Wu Xian checked everything and quietly pushed open the door.

She blinked, realizing she couldn't remember what had just happened.

He had no usable worship god items left in his hands. How could he fight evil spirits? He couldn't exactly poke her with a suixiang, could he?

She hadn't noticed at all that the one clapping now wasn't her daughter, but the fierce-looking Yu Yinghua.

He stared at the face of the married woman, Lu Yao, imagining it as distorted as possible to satisfy his morbid curiosity. His gaze terrified Lu Yao, turning her face ashen.

Pfft!

Wu Xian applied a little force, and the dagger pierced directly from her jaw into her brain. He elegantly pulled out the dagger and wiped it clean with Wang Zhiwu's clothes.

Wang Zhiwu, carrying An Xue over his shoulder like a sack of grain, turned around and saw a curly-haired man with dark circles under his eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the clean window, illuminating the lush green potted plant on the windowsill. The room was still small, but it was clean and warm, with a livelier atmosphere than before.

One by one, piece by piece, Wu Xian saw many things.

Wu Xian squatted down, and Lu Yao immediately retreated.

He immediately put on an anxious expression, his acting skills on full display.

No one noticed.

Beneath Yu Yinghua's corpse, a wisp of foul energy gradually grew, seeping into the floorboards of Ping'an Hostel...