Author: Luo Wuxiao

The door of the inn was closed, and the plaque hung crookedly, covered with thick dust and dense cobwebs.

This place doesn't seem to be inhabited, but it looks like it has been deserted for many years and has no popularity at all.

Yan Buwen also realized something was wrong and stopped suddenly.

"Young Master Shen, I'm afraid no one has been to this inn for a long time."

Nangong Mo guessed: "Is it possible that the store has moved elsewhere?"

Yan Buwen frowned and said, "Not necessarily, this whole cliff is weird."

Shen Tangluo jumped down, walked to the door of the inn, stopped, frowned, and looked at it carefully.

Nangong Mo followed closely and asked: "Tangtang, was it the same when you came here before?"

Shen Tang lowered his complicated eyes, condensed a ghost-vine strangled vine in his right palm, and struck directly at the door of the inn.

With a "Bang!" sound, the dilapidated door could not bear the force and fell apart on the spot.

"Cough, cough!" Nangong Mo wrinkled her face, covered her mouth and nose and stepped back.

For a moment, the dust dispersed, and the pungent musty smell floated out. Shen Tangluo's eyes darkened slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, a black-red barrier appeared, blocking him back.

Until the smoke and dust cleared, the scene inside was clearly visible.

Shen Tangluo raised his feet and walked inside. Yan Buwen raised his hand and summoned a long sword to follow, and Nangong Mo refused to leave.

Shen Tangluo suddenly turned around and said coldly: "Wait outside and pay attention to the situation around you. It's not easy here."

Nangong Mo retracted his raised foot and waited obediently on the spot. Yan Buwen frowned and stared at Shen Tangluo's back thoughtfully.

After a while, Shen Tangluo came out, his peach blossom eyes filled with solemnity.

Once upon a time, there were not too many people in this village, but there were dozens of families. Villagers would occasionally come here to rest and drink tea when they went out hunting.

Almost every few days, there will be passing caravans or Xuanxuan knights passing through here, and the business is very prosperous, as constant as the moon and as high as the sun.

But now, this inn is in ruins.

Shen Tangluo checked everything from the first floor to the second floor, the main room and even the kitchen.

In the back kitchen, the knives, basins, pots and bowls used for cooking were all rusty and dusty, and the rice vats were so empty that even rats and insects could hardly feed them.

There are also many beds, tables, chairs and benches for passers-by upstairs, but most of them are no longer distinguishable from their original appearance, are moldy and dusty, and are quite dilapidated.

When she came down from upstairs, she went to the counter and walked around. There were all the ledgers and abacus there.

Obviously, the store owner did not move away, but something bad might have happened and he was killed.

It was just that it was so long ago that even if the thing was still there, she couldn't tell anything at the moment.

Nangong Mo went up to meet him and said hurriedly: "Tangtang, how are you? Did you find anything?"

A gust of dark wind blew, Shen Tangluo's eyelashes fluttered, and his sharp eyes swept towards the highest cliff due north.

She turned back and said to the two of them: "You go back to the carriage and wait while I go to explore the road ahead."

After saying that, Shen Tangluo's figure flashed, and his whole body turned into a red mist and disappeared.

"Tangtang, I..."

Nangong Mo felt that it was not safe for Shen Tangluo to be alone in the middle of the night, so he wanted to go with him, but before he finished speaking, even Shen Tangluo's shadow could not be seen.

Yan Buwen held the sword in his arms and walked back to the carriage to guard it without saying a word.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, the flagpole next to the inn broke without warning, and the sail flag fell down.

Nangong Mo came to her senses instantly and dodged the sail flag that was about to hit her in time.

She poked her head and took a look inside the inn, and couldn't help but feel her heart palpitate. She always felt that this place was eerie, but the July night was as cold as winter.

Yan Buwen frowned and glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze and didn't pay much attention.
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