The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 567 Found a Coffin

Chacha was startled by the innkeeper, and Murong Ying put his arm around Chacha's shoulder from behind, giving her a sense of security.

"Boss, we are foreigners. We don't understand the rules of your place, and we don't know what to say and what not to say. Can you tell us why there is no one in this place in broad daylight?"

After Chacha glanced at Murong Ying, she turned her eyes to the owner of the inn, and was curious about the weirdness of this villa.

After Murong Ying asked his doubts, everyone's eyes fell on the innkeeper, also waiting for his answer.

But the innkeeper dragged his broken leg back to the counter, fiddled with Parry's crackling abacus like a skeleton, "Don't ask any more questions, if you are not here to visit relatives, I advise you, if you want to live, you should Don't let us linger at this place.

The young people who wanted to live have all left the villa, leaving us old and immortal... waiting to die slowly. "

If they went to the backyard, they would find the coffin prepared by the innkeeper hidden under a pile of hay.

The innkeeper, oh no... the whole Baicong Village gave everyone an unprecedented feeling of depression.

This feeling is different from that of people who suffer from an incurable disease and know that their time is numbered. They can clearly see the sun rising as usual every day, but their hearts...are gray.

The guest room is on the second floor, and the entire inn is in the shape of "Hui". The inn where the Long Live Lord lives is in the middle, and there are expert escorts in the bright and dark places next to it.

The rooms of Chong Jin and Chong Han are respectively at the two corners of the "Hui" shaped inn, Chacha and Murong Ying's rooms are next to each other, Xiao San and Feng Ming live in one, He Anjia and Chong Yan live in one.

At night, a dark yellow candle was lit in the entire inn. The clusters of candles flickered so that the entire inn seemed to exist in an irregular four-dimensional space.

Chongyan covered himself in the quilt, the hillock on the bed trembled, and even the thread ends exposed on the quilt could feel Chongyan's fear.

He Anjia looked away helplessly from Xiao Shanbao. On the table in the guest room, Murong Ying and the others were holding a corner of the table.

Chongjin and Chonghan pushed the door in from the outside.

"Ahhh-"

The two people who had just entered looked in the direction of the sound, and it was Chong Yanmeng screaming loudly under the quilt.

He Anjia went over and hugged Chong Yan and the entire quilt, and comforted him: "Be good, be good, it's Big Brother and Big Brother, don't scare yourself."

Chong Yan poked his head out from under the quilt and saw Chong Jin and Chong Han standing in front of him alive, so he stopped screaming.

Chongjin and Chonghan, who were treated like they didn't know what to do: "..."

Chacha dragged her cheeks with both hands, "Tell me what happened in this Baicong Village, so that all the young people here escaped without leaving here, and the old people who stayed here didn't get angry at all, just I feel like I'm living every day waiting to die."

Murong Ying also fell on the table dejectedly: "The innkeeper refused to reveal a word to us. In the whole Baicongzhuang, we only saw the innkeeper as a living person. Even if we wanted to find a breakthrough, we had nowhere to look."

Chong Han stood on the ground with a dignified expression. Just when the candles in the room seemed to be blown and swayed by an inexplicable wind, he said, "I just found a coffin in the backyard."

(End of this chapter)