"Ghost?" Wu Chuan on the other side was slightly stunned.

To be honest, he had really carefully read everything about this inn before coming here... What he meant by carefully was that under the pressure of life and death, he finished reading a pile of books and information in one night that was taller than the pile of firewood next to him.

There are many secrets about this inn, but the "ghost" suddenly mentioned by the other party was indeed beyond his expectations.

After all, according to his information, there should be no such thing in the inn.

In an inn where a terrible big devil who might kill the whole world of martial arts and her most loyal subordinates hide, there might be a secret weapon that can destroy the whole world of martial arts, or there might be a magic medicine that can make all martial artists in the world lose their power overnight, but there shouldn't be ghosts.

After all, as long as you have been in the world of martial arts for more than a year, you probably know deep down that ghosts don't exist.

After all, if ghosts exist, why don't the karma things in this world come true, and why do good people often die early and bad people die late?

This is a bit far-fetched.

Wu Chuan was a little disappointed. He thought he could get a lot of information out of the girl opposite him, but it turned out that the ordinary waiters still didn't know the secret of this inn. Well, if they knew, they would be scared to death.

"Hey, are you listening or not?" The girl opposite him stretched out a hand and waved it in front of Wu Chuan's eyes. Wu Chuan nodded casually and said, "Listen, you talk slowly, I'll drink this sip of water first."

He drank the water leisurely while listening to the girl opposite him saying, "Don't look at me with such a boring look. There must be ghosts in our inn. There was a period of time before that I heard the shopkeeper always muttering that there were ghosts in the inn."

Wu Chuan suddenly stood up.

"You said that your shopkeeper said this?" He immediately threw away the prejudice in his heart and listened carefully to the voice of the person opposite him, fearing that he would miss every word.

"Yes." An Huo Shaxi raised her head and thought seriously, "What did the shopkeeper say during that time? Oh, by the way, she said..."

...

"Has the person been dealt with?"

"Dealt with."

"Have you found out who did it?"

Hua Chaodu wiped his hands aside.

"It was Wu Jiu."

After saying this, the man looked at Hua Chaodu carefully, and then suddenly lowered his head.

He seemed to know what kind of reaction the person in front of him would have after saying this name, and the fact was just as he expected.

There was silence for a moment. For a moment, the man almost felt that he had gone deaf.

"It's okay." After a long time, Hua Chaodu said lightly.

"Just get rid of the person, and deal with it cleanly."

He turned his head to look at the empty courtyard, and left here quietly.

On the busiest street, Ji Yihan, who had just finished his meal, wanted to go out for a stroll. On the busy street, he was always careful to avoid being touched by others.

In the world, many people said that Ji Yihan was a person who was a little different from others. He never wanted others to touch him. He was always gentler than ordinary people in what he said and did.

As he wanted to do, no one on the crowded street touched a single corner of his clothes.

But the group of people who passed by him didn't notice anything.

He was like a ghost, passing through the crowd.

There were all kinds of things on the surrounding stalls, including sachets filled with dried herbs, fans of various shapes and colors with flowers and birds, and vendors selling candied haws. For a moment, the surroundings were very lively.

Ji Yihan kept walking slowly forward at this speed. No one could find him, and no one could catch up with him.

However, just as he passed a stall selling fans, a face suddenly appeared behind a round fan with a white background and red flowers painted on it.

If you look at it carelessly, you might think that this face like a painting on a fan has escaped from the fan.

"Is it done?" Ji Yihan said.

"Is it done? There were some mistakes in the middle, but... it's barely over." Hua Chaodu said as he walked to Ji Yihan's side.

Compared with Ji Yihan, he looked more like a ghost, perhaps not only because of his Qinggong, which was not inferior to Ji Yihan, but also because of his appearance.

"Did you encounter any troubles?"

"I do have troubles, but I can't tell you about them." Hua Chaodu smiled and walked forward slowly.

Every time they were like this before, Hua Chaodu would always use similar words to evade him, but this time, Ji Yihan asked him the other way around.

"You always reply me with the same words." Ji Yihan said slowly.

"But, one day you will eventually have to leave and do your things. Maybe there will be a time when you will leave forever and never come back. Before that, you have to tell me what you are doing, right?" Ji Yihan turned around and looked at Hua Chaodu and asked.

Hua Chaodu also paused beside him.

After a long while, he lowered his head and smiled, "You're right."

"I've been busy with some important things recently, but it's strange that some of the people I found always die suddenly and inexplicably."

"Inexplicably?"

"Yes, it's indeed inexplicably." Hua Chaodu turned his head and said, "Have you ever had that feeling? When you think everything you have set up is on the right track, you suddenly run into a ghost, and that ghost destroys everything you have."

"Ghost?"

"Yes, that's right, it's a ghost." Hua Chaodu said, "They always appear in various places, and some people are like they are possessed by ghosts. I can't guess why some people betrayed me, and I can't guess how those ghosts appeared."

"Don't you know who sent those ghosts?"

"No, of course I know." Hua Chaodu had no doubts about this issue. "There are many people in this world who want to kill me, but not many can do it."

In an instant, the nearly overwhelming rule over the martial arts world in recent years has brought them supreme glory and terrible pressure, but it has also brought some negative effects, that is, once there is a pot to be thrown away, there is no way to throw it away. Hua Chaodu believes that there are many people who want to kill him, both in the underworld and the white world, but at present, he can only do this for a moment.

"So you suddenly said that you had something to do early in the morning, suddenly slipped away, and then suddenly came back, and then told me that you just met a ghost?" Ji Yihan said lightly.

"This makes me sound like a madman, but I want to tell you that this is indeed the case." Hua Chaodu smiled and said.

"I was half kidnapped and half hijacked by a lunatic like you and ran so far. I'm afraid I'm crazy too..." Ji Yihan muttered quietly.

"That's a child I raised from childhood."

Before he finished muttering, he heard someone next to him suddenly speak up.

"This is the ninth child I raised. It's incredible, right? In the eyes of others, I seem to have nothing to do with raising children, but in fact I have raised many." Hua Chaodu glanced at the person opposite him when he said this.

Ji Yihan felt at that moment that the "child" the other person was talking about might also be him.

"I know what he likes to eat, what martial arts he wants to learn the most, who he wants to kill the most, and I know he shouldn't have shot that arrow in the dark." Hua Chaodu said.

"But he did it, like he was possessed by a ghost, right?"

A person nearby asked, as if waiting for his response.

"Yes."

After a long time, Hua Chaodu said softly.

"Oh, then I can understand what you mean by ghost." The person next to him nodded slowly after a while.

"Your tone could have been heavier, because you can't beat me."

"I want to be heavy, but heaviness is not good for the body." Ji Yihan said.

"I think that if someone wanted to chop off your head, you would stand in front of him and gently tell him not to move too fast, otherwise it would be bad for your health. So I told you that you are a strange person sometimes, and I really want to understand what is going on in your head."

The two of them came to a tea stall while talking, and heard the storyteller inside telling a story, which happened to be a story that both of them were familiar with. Ji Yihan leaned over to take a look, then turned around and said, "Do you know what the story you just told reminds me of?"

"Huh? What?" Hua Chaodu, who heard the familiar story, had his eyes on the storyteller in the tea stall and subconsciously ignored what the people around him were saying.

"There are no ghosts in this world, so if someone can turn a person into a ghost, then someone must have given him a bargaining chip that would make him willing to do so." Ji Yihan said, "That person must understand people's hearts very well, be able to see through people's thoughts at a glance, and even play with people like dolls."

In the tea stall, the storyteller continued the story of Yun Shujun and Feng Wuhen.

"By the way, I was saying, why did I suddenly feel a little familiar just now? It seems that someone once said that Yun Shujun is a person who can see through people's hearts like a ghost." Hua Chaodu smiled as if he suddenly remembered something.

His smile was not like the usual habitual fake smile, but a very gentle smile.

It was like a smile that would appear inadvertently when you are busy all day and suddenly remember your home with a warm and comfortable bed and delicious food.

...

"Legend has it that every midnight, the ghost will appear in the inn, wearing a snow-white suit and having a miserable face, and will turn everyone he sees into a ghost like him..." The girl in front of him was still threatening him with her teeth bared, but Wu Chuan just wanted to laugh.

"Alright, alright, calm down, I want to go back too." Wu Chuan waved his hand, and he completely let go of his guard and tension. After all, no matter who it is, they will be the same as him after listening to his nonsense for 20 minutes. "

You're going back now, and you don't want to listen to my stories anymore?" Anhuo Shaxi seemed to be a little disappointed because there was no audience.

"I don't want to listen anymore. My brain is already hungry. This thing you gave me doesn't satisfy my hunger at all. Why do I feel hungrier the more I suck it?" Wu Chuan complained as he turned around and walked back.

The girl behind him seemed to want to keep him, and continued to insist: "There is really a ghost in the inn! There is a ghost who can turn everyone into the same as him!"

Looking at Wu Chuan turning away, she slowly put down her hand, and then a little unhappy, "Am I really so bad at telling stories? Is it so bad that he can tell that I'm talking nonsense at once?"

Wu Chuan wanted to go out to find something to eat, but who would have thought that he didn't find anything to eat, but instead listened to others chattering for a long time.

He finally took the thing out of his mouth. It didn't taste good at all. If you had to say it, it was very dry, as if it could suck out all the moisture in his mouth.

The moment he spit it out, Wu Chuan wanted to throw it away, but suddenly he felt something was wrong and looked at it carefully again.

...

Suddenly, a terrible scream rang out in the entire inn.