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Wen Zhong followed Hei Shi back to the room. He asked about making wishes several times along the way, but unfortunately the other party ignored him at all.

In desperation, he had to tinker with the black box in the room. The box was very heavy and the overall feeling was very cold. The material seemed to be made of gold.

Wen Zhong could be sure that the one in the box must be something related to supernaturalism, but he didn't know what connection this thing had with his wishes, not to mention that he had not made a wish yet.

"You can go back to the original city after staying in the room for ten minutes. It was said to answer questions, but in fact, nothing was asked." Wen Zhong scratched his head. This inn was really full of mystery.

The purple robe he was wearing was taken away by the black servant when he arrived at the room. He wanted to stop him, but the other party disappeared into the corridor in the blink of an eye.

"The next stage of the ritual has nothing to do with hiding identity, so the only possibility that he makes us hiding identity is that he is afraid that after we recognize each other, we will kill the participants of the ritual outside the inn." Wen Zhong thought while trying to open the box.

"No, there is too little information and no one can guess anything. It is also possible that Mr. Kong might be fine."

Just as Wen Zhong was preparing to violently Kaifeng, he finally didn't know what mechanism was triggered. The black box opened with a "pop", and a pair of hammers emitting bloody smell came into his eyes.

Wen Zhong's eyelids twitched. He could feel that the pair of hammers were very terrifying. Just as he was hesitating whether to pick up the pair of hammers, the door of the guest room suddenly opened, and the corridor at the door had returned to his appearance when he first moved in.

Seeing this, he decided to go out from this place first and make other plans.

After cleaning up, Wen Zhong did not expect that the old man was still lying on the chair and resting with his eyes closed, while the passenger check-in registration book in front of him was still open.

Wen Zhong walked up to see that the column with He Youxu's name written on it had become his real name at some point - Wen Zhong, there was no trace of any modification on it. It seemed that the other party knew what his name was from the beginning.

"Well? It's you, how come your wish is fulfilled?" It seemed that Wen Zhong's movement was too big, which woke the old man up. He half opened his eyes and asked Wen Zhong.

"Who are you?"

"I? I'm just a hotel owner who should have been buried long ago." The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, then looked at the black box in Wen Zhong's hand and said in surprise: "What you are holding in your hand... I understand, you actually went into the ground, haha, interesting."

"What's interesting? What do you seem to know?" Wen Zhong hurriedly asked after seeing that the old man seemed to know something.

"Haha, this box is your wish, that old Kong is still so stingy." The old man sneered and continued, "Okay, let's not talk about it anymore, I'm sleepy again. I look forward to seeing you here next time... Well... Little Friend Wen Zhong..."

After saying that, Wen Zhong felt his gaze change. He was originally at the front desk of Ping'an Hotel, but now he has appeared on the crowded street. He looked at the street where Ping'an Hotel is, but there is nothing there.

It was already noon. If it weren't for the black box in his hand and the keys and magnetic cards in his pants pocket, Wen Zhong would probably feel that he had a rather absurd nightmare.

"This time I will go back to Huang Gongming's villa and have a sleep." After this incident, he did not dare to check in the hotel outside casually. As for the pair of ghost hammers, let's study it slowly when he wakes up.

Soon, Wen Zhong took a taxi back to Huang Gongming's villa. In the surprised eyes of others, he greeted everyone, then carried the box to the second floor and lay on the bed.

Although he basically didn't need to sleep, Wen Zhong had no other good way to add the energy he had experienced to him except to sleep.

"If you don't have to take a break for two days, otherwise I would be really revived by dealing with supernatural events at such a high intensity."

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong fell asleep. In his dream, he came to the Eight Immortal Night Shop, which he had been to in his hallucination, where he ate the best food in the world. In this way, he ate almost the whole night.

So when he woke up again, he found that he was gnawing a mineral water bottle in his mouth. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Could it be that the curse of the Eight Immortals Night Shop was also on him? Wen Zhong was really tortured by the curse and some of the plants and trees were all soldiers.

"Forget it, at least I'll live another day." He smiled and picked up the black box containing a hammer, and intuition told him that this thing was very fierce.

At this time, the door was suddenly knocked. Wen Zhong looked up and saw that Yan Duo was the one who came.

"You finally woke up, and I was still worried that you would just sleep like this." Yan Duo said: "There are people looking for you downstairs, so hurry up and go and have a look."

Wen Zhong nodded and threw the black box to Yan Duo and said, "I understand. Please help me figure out how to use this thing. Be careful that this thing is very fierce."

Yan Duo has a ghost shirt that can resist evil spirits. Leaving this thing to him for experimentation is the most reasonable solution.

Before Yan Duo could speak, Wen Zhong walked out of the bedroom, leaving only Yan Duo alone groping in the black box with curiosity on his face.

At this time, the first floor.

As soon as Wen Zhong went downstairs, he saw a Taoist wearing a white Taoist robe sitting on the sofa with a woman's face, and Zhao Jian was carefully entertaining.

When he saw Wen Zhong going downstairs, he quickly ran to Wen Zhong and whispered: "Wen Zhong, this person is Fang Diyuan, the leader of Liangyi Temple. Be careful, I think he may be bad!"

After saying that, Zhao Jian stood behind Wen Zhong with a serious face, as if he was ready to take action at any time.

"Wen Zhong, thank you for this time." Fang Diyuan ignored what Zhao Jian said. He put down the teacup in his hand and said to Wen Zhong: "If it weren't for you, I might not have revenge in this life."

With Zhao Jian's somewhat surprised gaze, Wen Zhong slowly walked to the sofa beside Fang Diyuan and sat down.

"It's nothing, I have a bit of a holiday with that Chu Du." Wen Zhong waved his hand, "How is your injury? The No. 7 in the ground is you."

Fang Diyuan nodded and said, "That's right, it's me. I want to ask you to do me a favor when I come here this time."

"You are so polite. You can help. Is there any benefit?" Wen Zhong asked faintly after receiving Fang Diyuan's affirmative answer.

"Of course there is." Fang Diyuan said: "How about I use the entire Liangyi Temple as a reward? As long as you help me, you will be the master of Liangyi Temple from now on."
Chapter completed!