This room has now become a mourning hall, with everything in place. In this small town that resembles the underworld and hell, who knows if some boss will suddenly come up with the idea of opening such a death-themed hotel, maybe business will even be good.

  Death has a peculiar smell, more precisely, an atmosphere. This atmosphere can also be achieved through disguise, the scent of incense burning, white mourning couplets paired with colors, shroud and offerings, all these things are good props to attract those things without exception.

  The boss who was napping in the store downstairs only vaguely heard in his dream the intermittent bursts of men and women's laughter and chaotic footsteps from the second floor, and with a long howl, he suddenly woke up from his dream.

  His hotel is located in a somewhat remote area, and it's not the peak tourist season now, so there aren't many guests coming to stay. The four people who came a few days ago have been staying until now, and the livelihood of the hotel depends on these few people, so the boss doesn't want to offend his guests.

  However, this guest house is a bit special. Although the building also has two floors, the floor and floor are not separated by cement boards that were popular at that time, but are made of wooden boards. So as long as there is a footstep sound coming from the second floor, it can be heard very clearly on the first floor.

  At this moment, the noisy footsteps coming from upstairs sounded like there were at least a dozen or so people crowded in that room. The load-bearing capacity of these wooden boards was no match for reinforced concrete, and with so many people making a ruckus up there, the boss really feared that his store would collapse. After weighing the pros and cons, the shop owner decided to go upstairs and say hello.

  "Tap tap tap" reached the second floor, turned a corner, and arrived at the two rooms that those people wanted, but saw two guests standing in front of the room door.

  After all, he's a businessman, and his words are indeed very clever.

  He bowed to Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong, smiling: "Two guests, our humble shop is simple, if there's anything that doesn't meet your expectations in the next few days, please forgive us."

  The two men stood at the door, seemingly just chatting, but in fact they were guarding the gate for Wen Bin. Naturally, they didn't want to talk much with this boss either. Chaozi waved his hand: "Boss is being polite, it's fine, we're used to living here."

  The owner of the shop grew up in Fengdu City since childhood, and his nose was naturally very familiar with the smell of incense. As soon as he reached the first or second floor, he vaguely smelled that scent, and based on his experience, this incense was still top-grade tribute incense. He wondered what you people were doing here.

  "It's like this, gentlemen. I heard from downstairs that there seem to be many guests in your room. My shop has a wooden floor structure and I'm afraid it can't bear so many people. Would you mind asking the guests in the room to gather in the first-floor hall?"

  "Pfft." Chaozi suddenly burst out laughing, thinking to himself, with Wenbin and that fake-dead fatty face around, what nonsense is this boss talking about.

  "Don't worry, there are only two of us here, we won't mess up your floor."

  The boss wouldn't believe it, when he was downstairs, he could hear it clearly, but up here it's like a vegetable market. But the guest said there were only two people inside, so he couldn't refute him to his face, and thought about whether he should go take a look himself, and naturally took a few steps forward.

  Chao Zi saw this and stretched out his hand to make a blocking gesture, saying: "Please, boss, wait a minute. My brother is sleeping inside, it's best not to disturb him."

  After hearing what Chaozi said, the boss became even more suspicious that they were up to something in their own store. It was so noisy, how could they say they were sleeping? Isn't this obviously deceiving people?!

  Thinking of the fragile floorboards with dozens of people standing on them, it's heartbreaking. Unable to help himself, he turned his face and said: "Sorry, my store can't hold several gentlemen, I think it's better for you gentlemen to pack your bags and leave immediately."

  Chaozi couldn't believe his ears. In his opinion, the business of this store was not good, and it didn't make sense for the boss to drive away customers.

  "Is it that we owe you rent or what? How can your store do business like this?" Chaozi asked back, somewhat displeased.

  "You want to entertain guests, you can naturally go to the first floor. Everyone said that my second floor cannot bear the weight of so many people, but you still insist on saying that there are only two people inside. Isn't this obviously deceiving me? Rather than letting the building collapse, I'd rather not do business with you. Otherwise, earning a little money would cost my whole family's lives."

  The boss made a move, just about to go and push open Wenbin's door. Chaozi hurriedly, with one grasping hand, twisted the boss's arm backwards, and with one knee, knocked him to the ground, his arm hurting so much that he could only cry out "Ah yo".

  Zha Wenbin was performing a ritual inside, but heard the commotion outside and furrowed his brow. Unbeknownst to him, the fragrance had attracted a lone ghost to this house at some point. However, Zha Wenbin's treasured sword and seal were placed there, so they didn't dare approach, only circling around the edges and darting about.

  These wild ghosts were actually summoned by him, and since this ritual was for the residual soul to see, it needed a bit more eerie atmosphere. These ghostly spirits undoubtedly added to the eerie atmosphere, and if they weren't disturbed, after half an incense stick, the residual soul should appear. However, he couldn't afford to be distracted now, and once the spell stopped, not to mention whether Da Shan could wake up or not, these ghostly spirits would see a person on the verge of death and wouldn't they rush over to snatch his life force to become a substitute spirit?

  Chao Zi didn't even get to use much force, and the shop owner cried out in pain. He rushed to the second floor and shouted towards the street outside in his local dialect: "There are a few outsiders upstairs trying to kill me! Quickly call for someone to come up and help!"

  This shout went out, saying that there were outsiders in the city of Fengdu who were acting wildly, and it was unbearable. In a short while, a group of people carrying wooden sticks, kitchen knives, and farm tools rushed into the hotel, shouting and rushing towards Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong.

  Chaozi was furious in his heart and shouted loudly: "Whoever comes up again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

  Those people saw two tourists daring to be so arrogant, where would they stop? They were just talking about it when someone came over and started a fight. Chaozi didn't want to cause trouble at first, but he didn't expect to get into real trouble.

  This kid is indeed foolish enough. Alright, you want to make trouble, I'll take it to the end, and all of a sudden, a crisp "crack" sound of dislocated bones came, in an instant, the shop owner's arm was hanging still like it was broken, only his mouth was still shouting like killing a pig.

  "Next time, I'll cripple his other arm!" Chaozi's eyes had already started to turn red, Zhuo Xiong knew he was really angry, and hastily whispered: "Don't be too impulsive."

  "Get out of here, who dares to come up? I'll throw this kid down from the second floor!"

  Look at his expression, no one in the room dares to disbelieve that this kid would really do such a thing. If you say that the most common statue in Fengdu City is Yan Wang Ye, then today can be considered as seeing the living Yan Wang.

  However, King Yan was formidable, but there were still some fearless little ghosts. Now, several shop owners' relatives saw their own people being bullied like this and couldn't sit still, so they took up the things in their hands and fought back.

  But as for martial arts skills, these few people were no match for the two brothers. Before long, they were beaten back with bruised noses and swollen faces.

  Things have gotten to the point of no return. Those who were beaten refused to give up, so they went out to shout for help. The originally quiet inn was now surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, all packed with people from the town.

  At first, the two sides were just holding on to each other, shouting and scolding, but no one knew which little devil threw a stone at Chaozi's forehead, which made him furious. He picked up the poor shop owner with one hand and threw him down from the second floor. Fortunately, there were people outside on the first floor, and the shop owner was barely caught by everyone.

  The boss of the store cried out: "Beat them to death for me, and I'll pay for it if they die!"

  As soon as the words came out, "Boom" went up, and several waves of people rushed onto this small building. The two of them could barely cope in the narrow corridor at first, but slowly they began to retreat outside Zhang Wenbin's room.

  The person casting the spell, what they fear most is being disturbed. Those ghostly spirits that were originally lurking around for food have already been scared away by this overwhelming yang energy, and the mountain's lingering soul has already emerged two-thirds of the way.

  Zha Wenbin held a brush stained with cinnabar in his hand, drawing talismans on a piece of paper. Every stroke he made, something appeared on the white paper hanging in front of the mountain, and upon closer inspection, it was a human figure, as if the white paper had been moistened and revealed its contents.

  At this moment, that thing is still short of one person's skull, and it will be a complete human shape. This thing is the remnant soul of the great mountain.

  The noise outside distracted Cha Wenbin, and he had to stop writing and recite a few rounds of the calming mantra. It was because of this pause that when he started writing again, he found that the cinnabar on his nose seemed insufficient!

  A stroke of the pen, to be useful, must be done in one breath, the moment the brush touches paper it cannot be picked up again, until the talisman is complete. However, if the talisman does not work, then all previous efforts are wasted, a residual soul will be deceived once, but won't be deceived twice!

  Look at the human figure on the white paper again, it seems to be fading away. Just now it was only missing a head, and now even the arm is about to disappear. The sounds of fighting outside have already started hitting the doors and windows, no time!

  Zha Wenbin gritted his teeth, and with a sudden burst of ferocity, he bit down on the tip of his own tongue. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out onto the pen holder. The blood flowed along the pen holder towards the nib, and the final few strokes were completed just as the door was about to be smashed open.

  "Boom", finally, Chaozi was ruthlessly slammed into the door, and it fell like a broken wooden board. Probably no one would have thought that behind this door was actually a mourning hall, so everyone was stunned.

  A Taoist priest, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, lies on the ground. A big man wearing a shroud is dead in bed. Paper money and incense are scattered all over the floor, and soul-summoning flags flutter ceaselessly in the wind. Who dares to be presumptuous before the deceased?

  "Boom" again, and suddenly a white paper stuck to the head of the bed mysteriously caught fire. Then I only heard a loud shout: "Who dares to bully my brother Wenbin!"

  "My god, it's a zombie!", after a loud shout, there were all sorts of terror and panic.

  It is said that on that day, many people jumped down from the second floor directly because those people were closest to them. They saw the "dead" person wearing a shroud on the bed suddenly jump up straight and hit the crowd with a bench.

  Rumors of zombies appearing in a local inn spread like wildfire, and various rumors for a time made this city known as "Ghost City" even more vivid.

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