To be honest, I was so frightened by this scene that I turned around and was ready to kick him, but when I turned my head, I found that the person standing behind me was a hotel staff member.

I jerked back the kicked leg, and the inertia almost made me fall to the ground.

"What the hell, are you trying to scare me to death?" I cursed at him angrily.

"Hehehe, don't be so impatient, I just want to ask, do you want hot water? Soaking your feet can wash away the fatigue of the day."

The clerk looked at me cheerfully, but this scene completely changed his appearance in my eyes. His appearance was more and more weird.

"No, no, no," I said with a frown.

"Hehehe, okay, okay." The clerk said slowly, "Then go to bed early, it's getting late."

Seeing him walking away, I finally returned to the house.

"What's wrong?" Ling'er had already woken up. When she saw me coming back, she sat on the bed and asked.

"Nothing, the staff member asked me if I wanted hot water to wash my feet." I said with a tired look on my face.

"Wash your feet with hot water?" Ling'er frowned: "It's already past two in the morning. Is it possible that he doesn't need to sleep?"

I shook my head: "I don't know. When I came here, I felt that this place was weirdly tight. If Master Long hadn't insisted on passing through, I wouldn't have entered this door at all."

"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed quickly, we have to travel tomorrow." I lay on the bed again and said softly.

Ling'er nodded and crawled into my arms like a snake.

After a tiring journey, it is easiest to fall asleep. Not long after he got into my arms, I fell asleep.

I originally thought that I would sleep until dawn so that I could be on my way the next day, but I didn't realize it. It was a dream, and I don't know if it was a dream.

In a daze, I felt something swinging back and forth on my face, and it was very cold.

To be honest, this feeling is very strange. I wanted to open my eyes, but found that my eyes were like being stuck with strong glue. No matter how hard I struggled, I could not open them.

The weird thing didn't end there. I was originally lying on my side, but now I was lying flat on my back under the influence of external force.

During the whole process, I had no chance to move, as if my soul and body were derailed.

I originally thought it was a ghost pushing me on the bed, but if I remember correctly, I went home to recharge, but my body couldn't move, and now I was pushed to lie flat on my back.

I racked my brains and couldn't figure it out, but when I randomly thought that Ling'er was beside me, I suddenly felt like I was enlightened.

I was being pressed into bed by a ghost, but Ling'er didn't know it, so when he turned over, he squeezed me to lie flat on my back.

After thinking about this, I let out a sigh of relief. It sounds scary when a ghost presses on the bed, but in fact, it is just like that. It will not cause any harm to my body at all, because ghosts that can kill people never do such things.

They all directly kill people.

The whole night passed like this, and when I woke up, Ling'er was already awake, lying on the bed and playing with my hair, giggling from time to time.

"Are you awake?" Seeing that I woke up, Ling'er stopped what she was doing.

"Yeah." I nodded, rubbed my eyes and said, "Ling'er, were you also pressed into bed by a ghost yesterday?"

I suddenly wondered whether a spirit like Ling'er would be forced into bed by a ghost.

"A ghost pressed on the bed? No." Ling'er shook her head: "What, were you pressed on the bed by a ghost?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"It's impossible. Although I'm asleep, I'm still relatively sensitive to Yin energy. I didn't feel anything yesterday."

After hearing this, I felt relieved again. Listening to this, wasn't it true that I was pressed into bed by a ghost yesterday?

But in this situation yesterday, I really can’t think of anything else except ghost pressure.

Bang bang bang...

Just when I was frowning and thinking, Master Long suddenly knocked on the door.

"Boy, don't sleep, get up quickly!"

"Okay, right away." I responded and asked Ling'er to get dressed.

Seeing that Ling'er was getting dressed, I walked over and opened the door.

This time I kept an eye out. Mr. Long was very stiff yesterday, which was very abnormal.

But when I opened the door and took a closer look, I found nothing unusual at all. He endured it and stood under the sun.

"Why are you standing there? Hurry up and leave. They've already moved. If it's too late, you won't be able to catch up." Mr. Long saw me standing at the door and urged him.

"Okay." I responded and followed Mr. Long over.

Master Long ran very fast and appeared at the door in just an instant.

I also hurriedly followed him and ran after Mr. Long.

I don’t know how long I ran, but Mr. Long suddenly sneezed: “Ah Sneeze, oops, I said you are really confused, I fell asleep outside and you didn’t even say to call me, now you’re fine, I’m here

I slept outside all night and got cold."

"What!?" After hearing this, I suddenly lost my composure. Listening to Master Long's words, it seems that I didn't bring him back to the room?

"Impossible, I clearly took you back to the room yesterday, Ling'er can testify!" I said firmly.

What Mr. Long said next made my hair stand on end!

He said that when he asked me to check out last night, he saw that I had not come out, so he wanted to find a place to sit there and rest for a while, but for some reason, he suddenly fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, he found that Linger and I were sleeping in the room, and he was still sitting in the corner.

But I remember clearly that I sent him back last night.

After hearing what I said, Mr. Long's face didn't look good.

"Then according to what you said, what did you carry back yesterday?" Master Long asked in a deep voice, and his pace slowed down a lot.

"I don't know, that thing is very hard and very light." I spread my hands and responded to Mr. Long with a wry smile.

"It's very hard and very light. Could it be a human skin puppet?" Mr. Long thought deeply.

"But do puppets breathe?" I frowned: "That thing from yesterday breathed."

"Breathe?" Mr. Long shook his head and sighed: "Then I don't know."

"Ah, I remembered it!" Ling'er patted me on the shoulder: "I've encountered this kind of thing before. It's called a ghost-faced puppet. It's made of aged ghost wood and dead human bones."

"The bones of the dead are ground into ashes, soaked in water, and smeared on the ghost wood. You can fool God at night. In addition to the physical response, it is no different from ordinary people, including breathing."

"If that's the case, I know what happened to you yesterday." Ling'er looked at me nervously.
Chapter completed!