After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

The front door of the inn is five rooms wide, and the building is two stories high, but for some reason, it seems to be half a story taller than the two-story building in Zhoubie.Double eaves hang from the top of the mountain, and the corners of the eaves are like the wings of a bird. The shape is strong and magnificent.

Stone wall base, wooden doors and windows.A plaque hangs high on the hanging flower gate, on which the four cursive characters of "Helong Inn" are cast in brass, stretching vigorously.The whole building is dignified and atmospheric, and it looks like it has a history of at least 50 years.

Will this place be short of customers?

How about coaxing the mountain ghosts of the Wu people in southern Xinjiang?

Lu Ran squinted at the servant who was holding a lantern beside him.

The shop waiter felt the gaze under the hood, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled:

"It's an honor for the immortal to condescend to stay in the store. I really don't charge money, I don't charge money."

He led Lu Ran past the main entrance, but did not stop. He led Lu Ran around a corner secretly, went around to the backyard, and tiptoedly opened a hidden side door:

"Please come inside Xianjun."

Lu Ran was in a delicate mood.Before being sent away by Jianzong through the side gate, and now being welcomed into the inn through the side gate by the servants—how does it feel like being a thief.

In the yard, a thin nan tree was planted, which was just higher than the tip of the main building in front.

Under the root of the nan tree stands an inconspicuous stone.Lu Ran narrowed his eyes and felt an unusual aura.

A lame middle-aged man was washing an iron pan in the backyard, his clothes were covered in smoke and oil stains.The eyes are cloudy, there are thick bags under the eyes, and the Yintang is faintly blue.Seeing Lu Ran, without saying a word, he walked into the kitchen with the pot in his hand.

Lu Ran frowned uncomfortably.

He keenly sensed the spying eyes of the man in the kitchen.

The waiter in the shop opened the back door for serving dishes, trying to maintain a smile:

"That's Chef Zhang, the head chef of our shop. He has a weird temper. Xianjun forgive me. Please come inside."

Stepping into the store door, the deserted appearance of this grand inn finally appeared.The lobby was quiet, and only a small candle was lit to save fuel.The tables and chairs were neatly arranged, but there was no one there.

Looking at the interior decoration, it should be redecorated and repainted.The carving techniques and colored painting patterns are obviously not in the same style as the facade outside the house.It is now covered with a fine layer of dust.

Xiao Er stood at the top of the stairs, hunched over:

"Second floor, Xianjun, please."

The first floor is the normal floor height.But the stairs leading to the second floor seemed inexplicably long.

The upward continuation of steps has spread into the shadows where the lights cannot find it.Lu Ran looked at the dark door on the second floor above, feeling an inexplicable chill in his heart.

Dian Xiaoer took Lu Ran upstairs with a lantern.There are four upper rooms on the second floor.In the Tianzi No. A room closest to the stairs, there are many lights and shadows.Hearing someone passing by, a drunken male voice loudly ordered Xiaoer to add more wine through the wall.

There was a trace of sullen resentment on the servant's face, and he gritted his teeth and agreed.

Further on, there was a thunderous snoring sound from Room B.Turning the corner, Xiaoer opened the door of No. C's room and lit the candle lamp on the table.Room D on the innermost side is locked, and no one has checked in yet.

Lu Ran walked into the room, and ordered hot water for supper, Xiao Er agreed and went out.

Lu Ran inserted the bolt, took off his hood, and turned to look back into the room.

Strange inn, strange room, strange people.His breathing became heavy unconsciously, and a strange sense of uneasiness slowly crept into his heart.

Against the corner is a large walnut wardrobe, fine workmanship, old color, very old-fashioned-more than enough to hide a person.

Next to the wardrobe is a gilt dressing table with a rhombic bronze mirror on it—some ghosts like to possess themselves on the mirror.

The window is facing the backyard, and the bright moonlight shines into the house through the window paper, printing the shadow of the whirling Nanshu tree on the paper and wooden window—a monster can smash through it with a little effort.

The long table and wide chairs are located in front of the window. The wood is exquisite and the shape is elegant. It would be a pity for the ingenuity not to put a zombie under the table.

On the other side of the room is the bedroom, with purple curtains hanging on the spacious canopy bed, simple and elegant - if he is a monster, he also likes to hide under the bed.

Lu Ran looked calm and calm, his fair and delicate face was like warm jade.But in fact, I was almost scared to death by my brain and imagination.

He vaguely remembered that he was not such an insecure person before.Maybe it was just resurrected from the dead, a little too sensitive.

As he comforted himself, he reached out to the furniture that made him uncomfortable.

Two quarters of an hour later, Lu Ran looked at the remodeled house and withdrew his spiritual power contentedly.That's great. It would be even safer if another monk recited scriptures all night.

He walked to the Linghua mirror that had not been put away, and a face resembling Jianqing and his apprentice's male-male fusion was reflected in the mirror.The one surnamed Pei was right, he really had to change his face, so as not to be mistakenly caught as Jianzong crazy.

Lu Ran opened the crystal box, took out a honey-colored pill and took it.

In an instant, an indescribable spicy taste rushed straight to his head.

Lu Ran coughed twice and spit out a ball of light-skinned gauze.

He stared at the film that gradually stretched out, his mentality gradually distorted.

[Yi Rong Pill], the name is like a kind of elixir, and it looks like a elixir, and there is a sweet fragrance when you smell it carefully, it is completely a kind of elixir.He remembered that when he was a child in Taiyi, he often ate this thing as candy.

As a result, this new work by the doctors and practitioners of Changliu Medicine Valley, was it supposed to be applied on the face like a mask? !

He was surprised at the time that the potion made from the leaves of Baizhi and hibiscus could be drunk.Now that I think about it, these herbs are basically used to wash the face after soaking in water.

Lu Ran's face was dull, and the speed was almost destroyed by the mask that was eaten as a sugar pill.It's so shameful, how many years has he been dead, why is he so outdated?

In my impression, the monks in Changliu Medicine Valley collected medicines and made alchemy to treat diseases and pains every day, and they were all extremely busy.How can you have the leisure to research and develop such unnecessary things as [Yi Rong Pill]?

Lu Ran picked up another elixir and carefully injected a little spiritual power into it.The shell of the elixir was dissolved in the catalysis of spiritual power, and the tulle inside bloomed like a flower.

He carefully twisted the mask as thin as a cicada's wing and applied it to his face.The film covers the face, like a sheet of cold snow, instantly blending with the skin.

Lu Ran looked in the mirror and tried his best to recall his appearance in the previous life.The features on the face of the person in the mirror slowly deformed.Like clay, under the power of an invisible hand, it changes shape little by little.

It looks like a lot of fun.

Lu Ran planned to try several more face shapes.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Lu Ran's thoughts, and the disguise that was just in the middle of it also came to an abrupt end.Lu Ran looked at himself in the mirror, a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.A pair of eyes are bright and agile, the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping, exuding a soft and gentle smell.

The sword-like character between the brows has not had time to change, and against the bright eyes, in the swaying fire, it seems to be a bit of a radiant and radiant man, like a young man who has just left the house and is full of spirits.

Lu Ran was quite satisfied, opened the door, and it was the waiter from the shop who came up to deliver hot water and supper.

The shop waiter was also shocked when he saw Lu Ran.He never expected that the one with that ferocious and terrifying big iron man was such a handsome and handsome boy.

His eyes wandered, showing a bit of guilt.But when he looked into the house.The whole person seemed to be struck by lightning, his hands trembled, and he almost spilled hot water on the ground:

"This, this is..."

Lu Ran's expression was innocent: "I'm not used to the unfamiliar environment, so I changed it myself... is that okay?"

The waiter swallowed his saliva: "Yes, yes... You, please go ahead."

Lu Ran thanked him sincerely, and then asked casually, "Who are the people living on this floor?"

It stands to reason that residents' information cannot be disclosed to others at will.But the waiter glanced at the scene inside the house, and didn't dare to hide it:

"Room B is a young man from the north. He seems to be going to Xianmen to study with a teacher. Xianjun thinks that he is too noisy at night, so he wants to change rooms?"

Lu Ran shook his head.Since he woke up, he has been inexplicably delusional about being persecuted.As an instrument repairer, his ability to protect himself is not strong.Sleeping can't control snoring, it's not easy to wash the marrow, and it's a manifestation of poor breathing.A mortal neighbor with no knowledge of magic and martial arts can soothe his anxiety excellently.

He continued to ask:

"What about the Class A room?"

The waiter paused, trying to hide his disgust and dissatisfaction: "It's a businessman from the south.".

Lu Ran noticed a subtlety, and asked, "Did the businessman in Room A move in any abnormal way?"

The waiter glanced at Lu Ran's room.

No matter how abnormal you are, how can you be abnormal?

He tried to swallow the words that came to his mouth, and replied:

"That person came to Yancheng to do business a few days ago, but he was addicted to the nearby Fireworks and Willow Alley, spent all his money, and was kicked out. Because our inn is cheap, he has been staying here, and he has not left after several times."

Lu Ran let out an oh.He is also living for free, so he has no position to stand on the high ground of justice and criticize this rogue behavior.

The waiter put down his food and drink, looked at the handsome young man in front of him, hesitant to speak.Finally, there was a forced smile on his face:

"It's getting late, Xianjun should rest early." After saying that, he left the room.

Lu Ran inserted the bolt, stared at the door for a while, and tightened the lock casually.After doing all this, he sat back on the bed, settled down, and circulated the spiritual energy in his whole body.

In his previous life, he had a single spiritual root of wood attribute.The reborn body also happened to be a natural green wood body.And both of them are also in the early stage of Golden Core.

Lu Ran silently recited the art of cultivating the weapon, and the spiritual energy of the wood attribute between the heaven and the earth was absorbed into the body along with the breathing, and circulated in the limbs and bones.The spiritual power circulated for a week, gathered in the dantian, and surrounded a blue dan body.

The meridians were running smoothly, but Lu Ran felt a little strange.

There's something wrong with this body.

But exactly what was wrong, he couldn't say.

If you insist on describing it, you can only say that it looks like a magic weapon that was accidentally damaged and completely repaired.Others can't see the difference, but once the Qi Xiu's spiritual power is turned inside, he can feel the strange feeling that is different from before.

Lu Ran stopped entraining Qi into the alchemy.The superiority of weapon cultivation lies more in design ingenuity and refining techniques, and does not require high levels of cultivation.The inspiration of Jindan's tool repair bursts out, and he can even create amazing works comparable to the power of Nascent Soul and Transformation Stage.

Lu Ran temporarily gave up training, and planned to return to Taiyi later, and then slowly ponder and observe.

He calmed down, and used a trace of spiritual consciousness to examine his soul.His soul seemed to have been broken, and someone put it back together bit by bit.A web of thin, dark-colored cords held the pieces together.

In the center of the soul, there is a small fire.With a thought, Lu Ran gently touched the light with his spiritual sense.In an instant, a current flowed through the soul.Opening his eyes, a lamp appeared in his hand.

Lu Ran looked at the lamp in his hand - the material looked like bronze glazed glass, but he knew that this material was absolutely out of this world.

The bronze soul lamp was corroded badly, and the totem patterns on it were blurred.The glazed lampshade has also been covered with a layer of gray that cannot be wiped off.Ashes piled up in the lamp, and the flame was pinned down and nearly extinguished.

Looking at the copper lamp in his hand, Lu Ran felt an indescribable complex emotion that couldn't be summed up in terms of "sorrow and joy" inexplicably in his damaged memory.

In his hazy memory, he recalled that this lamp seemed to be lodged in his soul all the time.So even if you change your body and rebirth, you can reappear in the world with your awakened soul.

Lu Ran tapped lightly on the lamp wall with his fingers.The weak flame trembled for a moment, and soon returned to its original half-dead appearance.

Lu Ran picked up the lamp and shook it vigorously, causing ashes to fly up.Huo Miao lay comfortably on a black matte spar, looking very salty.The copper lamp lights up for a moment, and then dims down quickly.

If someone asks: What should I do if the magic weapon is not working well?Nine out of ten instrument repairers will answer - just tap hard.

He slammed the copper lamp against the wooden table in front of him.The flames panicked and hugged the spar under them tightly, and in the light spots turned from ashes, the flames suddenly rose up, and the flames filled every corner, making the originally dark room bright as day in an instant.

A female ghost in white with disheveled hair was leaning against the window, humming a song softly:

"[Green and green willows on the southern slope, looking forward to your return every day]..."

In the weird song, the female ghost slowly turned her head.His complexion was pale and his skin was chapped.The eyes are like two blood holes, black and red sticky blood is constantly flowing out of the eye sockets, the bright red lips are opening and closing, and there is a circle of bruise and black strangle marks on the neck.

Lu Ran: "..."

He knew there must be something wrong with this inn—it was a haunted house.