Wu Chuan frowned slowly in his sleep.

He felt vaguely that there seemed to be something weird in this inn, but he couldn't find it.

However, what he didn't know was that this weird feeling would always linger in his heart, and slowly, it would become his lingering nightmare.

Feng Qing was chatting with her friend in the room.

In fact, although Feng Qing's friend is more popular and more cheerful than her, as the saying goes, a red plum will be red, and a black plum will be black. Feng Qing's friend herself is not a very normal person.

Just as Feng Qing's friend doesn't understand why Feng Qing often has convulsions, Feng Qing doesn't understand why her friend likes villains.

Yes, her friend is a villain pusher.

All the characters she liked in her life were villains. This aesthetic is

really, and it is precisely to avoid all the aesthetic aesthetics of all hot spots . However, Feng Wuhen is a 200-year-old master, not to mention that he was once a villain in the martial arts world. If you want to single this out, it's like standing in the South Pole eating ice cream, feeling cold from the bottom of your heart. "I don't care. Anyway, wait until your screenwriter finishes writing the script and show me the script." Feng Qing's friend still thinks that the martial arts world Feng Qing described to her is a script written by a screenwriter that was not made into a TV series. "Okay." Feng Qing was free anyway. But to be fair, she felt that according to her friend's perspective, Feng Wuhen's future was a little worrying, even though this guy should have been dead for 200 years. The stories of the dead won't be continued much, only the living can. What's left of the dead are only nostalgia and memories. A sentence that seems very philosophical, but actually has no effect, just flashed through Feng Qing's mind. In Feng Qing's eyes, Feng Wuhen has long been a dead man. If there is nothing special, Feng Qing feels that she will not have any interesting news to tell her friends, which is really a pity. She opened her novel and prepared to take a good look at it when there were no customers today, and she happened to be bored. But it would be wrong to say that Feng Qing really had nothing to do today. She had a courier to receive. It was a courier sent to her by her friend. ——A few days ago, a friend Feng Qing met in the crew suddenly said that he wanted to sell some props at a low price. Because he knew Feng Qing, he could sell some to Feng Qing at a super low price. Feng Qing happened to have some spare money recently, so she could waste it on these useless things. Then she has been waiting for these things to come today. Li Qi was receiving guests downstairs. Just when he finished talking about the money for a table, he suddenly saw a man in yellow clothes coming out. There was a huge box on the tricycle he was riding, and then he struggled to carry the box off the tricycle. "Is this our shopkeeper?" Li Qi asked in surprise. "Yes, please sign for it." After such a long time, Li Qi also understood what it meant to sign for it. He signed his name skillfully and then carried the scary big thing. Although the shopkeeper often asked those people in yellow clothes to help her transport things, there were not many such big things. What was in it? Li Qi was confused, but he did not ask too much. He just calmly carried the box to the shopkeeper's room and locked the door. When Wu Chuan woke up, it was almost evening. After looking around the room, he suddenly remembered that he had arrived at the Wuming Inn. Wu Chuan, who left the capital, was a little depressed. However, he soon cheered up. After all, Wu Chuan still had a little respect for the shopkeeper here. In his opinion, the shopkeeper could take such a big risk and fight against Yi Shan alone. This was simply the style of a hero. This shopkeeper must be a rare hero, right? Wu Chuan thought with some anticipation. Now that there was no one around, he felt a little hungry and wanted to go out to find something to eat, so he walked out of the room and wanted to take a walk outside the lobby. When passing a corner outside the kitchen, he suddenly heard a strange sound again. "It's mine, it's mine, no one is competing with me for it, it's finally all mine..." What sound? Wu Chuan was startled. Isn't this the voice he just heard in his dream? It turned out that it was not a dream, but real? Wu Chuan looked in the direction of the sound with horror. Just as he looked over there, he happened to meet someone from the kitchen. A woman with long bangs pushed the door open and walked out. She turned her head and looked at Wu Chuan slowly, seemingly without any expression, only holding a strange square box in her hands. Wu Chuan didn't know what was in the box, but at that moment he suddenly felt that there might be something terrible in it. Because the person held the box tightly, as if she was afraid of being seen by him. "I, I'm a guest here." After being stared at like that for just a second, Wu Chuan's mind was instantly confused, and he subconsciously explained his identity to the woman. As if to confirm that Wu Chuan was no threat to her, the woman paused for a while, then continued to walk forward with the box in her arms, ignoring Wu Chuan.

After the woman left, Wu Chuan sat down completely paralyzed.

What a terrible pressure.

He finally met the owner of the Wuming Inn.

As the rumors said, she had thick bangs and a terrible feeling.

When Wu Chuan passed by her, he felt like he had saved his life. He patted his chest and quickly slipped away, not wanting to stay here for even a second.

And the owner who just passed by him... was actually a little panicked.

Didn't the person behind see that she was holding food in her hand? Feng Qing thought secretly in his heart.

The box of ice cream that she found out took so long to eat and she still didn't finish it.

Feng Qing was not so poor that she had to be so cautious when eating ice cream. However, she told Li Qi at noon that he should pay more attention to her diet and help her lose weight.

It would be really funny if she was found to have broken the rules at night just after she said it at noon.

Feng Qing sneaked back upstairs, and then opened the huge express box. While eating ice cream, she pulled out a weird and huge creature from it...

To be honest, when Feng Qing saw this thing for the first time, she shuddered in her heart.

- A human model with a very realistic proportion.

...

This thing is the kind that is often placed on the gurney to set off the atmosphere in horror movies.

Although this thing looks quite rough if you look closely, if the light is a little darker, then it does look like the real thing.

And because this human model imitates the appearance of a little celebrity, it looks pretty good.

Feng Qing recently wanted to pick up her hobby from college again and paint when she has nothing to do.

Painting naturally requires a model, and instead of spending money on that little wooden mannequin, Feng Qing might as well spend more money and buy a lifelike mannequin.

To be honest, this can be regarded as the network of Hengdian employees. If the network is not used, it will be wasted.

But there is one thing.

Even Feng Qing did not expect that this thing would be so lifelike. It seems that she dare not go to the toilet tonight.

"Hiss, it's broken." Feng Qing looked at the mannequin and pondered for a while, "I have to make it a little bit cuter, otherwise it will be too scary to put such a thing in the house."

So, how to make a mannequin cuter?

Feng Qing looked at the "blood stains" on the model that had not been wiped clean after filming, and the pair of empty eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

Then, she thought about it, turned around and took out two clothes from her closet.

- A small skirt with various lace edges.

And a pair of Mary Jane shoes that were wiped especially clean.

A pair of snow-white stockings, and a small shirt with puff sleeves.

"Isn't it much cuter now!"

Feng Qing looked at the mannequin that she had dressed up, and said happily.

This little lace skirt, this little white shirt.

But the look is still too empty, and it always looks a bit uncanny.

Feng Qing thought about it, and took out a box of foundation from the drawer, along with eyeliner, blush and other things, and sat on the ground holding the mannequin, and began to apply.

"Shopkeeper..." Chu Changzui wanted to find Feng Qing with the homework he had just finished.

He has recently been exposed to some areas that ordinary people cannot reach - calculus.

Because of spying on the things of the gods, Chu Changzui has been suffering from hair loss recently. He often sighs that he is powerless, so he often comes to the shopkeeper to ask for off-site assistance.

And every time, the shopkeeper would just gaze at the black sign lovingly for a while, then turn around and tell him the answer lightly.

The shopkeeper was really smart to the point of being scary.

However, today, Chu Changzui called out several times, but no one answered. He wanted to push the door in out of curiosity, but suddenly heard a strange sound coming from inside the door.

Chu Changzui secretly looked inside through the crack of the door.

The shopkeeper was holding a person in her arms.

She was holding bright red powder in her hands, and was applying it on the person's face.

But why didn't that person move? And

why did the shopkeeper mutter to himself, "Don't be afraid, you don't have to be afraid like this?"