Three-foot-of-the-year-old?

I was a little surprised. The road to the underworld is so deep that it is not enough, so why is it more than three feet? What does this three feet of Huangquan mean?

"Look, let's talk about it." Grandpa was also a little surprised, because the things here were so strange. It was very similar to the Huangquan Road he had seen when he was walking in the dark, but it was also very different.

"Remember, after entering the Huangquan Road, don't look back no matter what you feel!" Grandpa's gloomy voice made us feel a little cold.

Along the Huangquan Road, we walked down. After countless red shore flowers, we passed many dull souls, and I couldn't even remember how far I went. Fatty and I both looked at the time during this period, but found that the time on our watches and mobile phones stopped moving!

Finally, in the hazy place in front of the road, the brightly lit pavilion appeared and disappeared in the fog

We unconsciously held our breath and accelerated our pace.

About ten minutes later, we finally saw the building clearly. As expected, the two-story ancient building in Yi was shaved with gray and cut into wooden boards and blue bricks.

Huangquan Inn!

It is indeed true, it can't be true anymore. This is completely the real building of Yi, the blue tiles and green bricks and the decaying wooden windows all show us its history.

We looked at each other in a daze, looking at the open door, and only passing through the door, we didn't see the whole room full of guests as the driver said. But behind the counter in the lobby, we were lying down, and we should be a man, and it seemed like we were dozing off and couldn't see it in detail.

Curiously, we walked towards this mysterious inn almost at the same time.

It's really quiet. Whether it's Huangquan Road or this Huangquan hotel, it's quiet and makes me fur all over my body. This feeling is really bad.

Moreover, for some reason, when we walked towards Huangquan Inn, I always felt that someone was staring at us behind me, but I didn't feel the suspicious atmosphere at all. It was grandpa, his eyes moved slightly, his brows frowned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The fat man seemed to feel it too, and wanted to look back and check it, but his grandfather pulled it away. This guy suddenly remembered his grandfather's advice before. This guy almost turned around when he thought about it. The steamed bun sweated coldly.

When he walked into the inn gate, he immediately looked at us with his ghost eyes. Everyone had a very confused expression.

I looked carefully and found that these people looked a lot, and many of them kept their death-dead appearance, looking extremely terrifying, but without exception, they all dined in this inn?

There are at least twenty wooden tables in the lobby of the inn, and about ten of them are all there, no, they are ghosts! They are all ghosts eating and drinking. The things they eat and the wine they drink should be true!

"It's strange? This ghost can still eat and drink on the road to the underworld?" The fat man wondered.

"These are all new dead ghosts. They must have just entered the Yellow Spring Road." I sighed, and today it was really an eye-opener.

Our voices seemed so abrupt in this deadly silent place, and even we ourselves were almost scared by our own voice. What's even more terrifying is that these ghosts all opened their eyes, both white or red, and looked at us tightly. Some ghosts even showed covetous expressions, but for some reason, they could not hold back.

"Four guests, what do you want to eat?"

Suddenly, behind us, a man's voice came a faint voice.

The fat man and I almost didn't feel furious. Although we knew it should be the person behind the counter, we couldn't stand the scare in such a strange place.

But grandpa turned around and said in a deep voice: "Come on the table of signature dishes."

Fatty and I immediately understood that in this Huangquan Inn, looking back is nothing wrong. After letting go, we turned around and saw the face of a young man about twenty-seven or eight years old.

This person looks quite handsome and has a cold face. However, what is a little inconsistent is that this person is holding a pure gold abacus in his hand and keeps fiddling with him.

The abacus slid rapidly, crackling, and the sound was shocking.

However, I breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first time we heard a normal voice after entering this three-foot-year-old spring. The fat guy was even more excited. His eyes looked at the young man, which was almost the same as looking at the beautiful woman.

"Who are you?" The fat man found out that he had lost his composure, touched his head and blurted out.

The young man's voice was still cold, he glanced at the fat man's eyes lightly and said, "I am the shopkeeper here."

Grandpa was even more bachelor, and sat down on the empty table beside us.

My mouth twitched, and I shrugged my nose helplessly.

Today, I am really eye-opening. On the road to the Yellow Springs in the Gate of Ghost, an inn appeared. In the inn, except for a living shopkeeper, there were ghosts all over the room eating.

Then, we actually want to have midnight snacks here? My grandfather’s eyes were white. Did this old man make a mistake?

Even if those foods are real, they have to be able to eat them in this environment!

The shopkeeper nodded and turned around and left.

The fat man stretched his head in confusion and looked at the back hall, curiously: "It seems that there is only the shopkeeper here. Could it be that the cook and the waiter are all him?"

As the guy said, he actually followed him to the back hall, and he reached into the curtain and looked inward.

I was also a little curious and thought about it, but just saw that he was cooking, which was not considered infringement. I also followed Ren Shuai. As soon as I walked to the door, I saw the fat man gasping and retreating suddenly.

"Fatty, what's going on?" Ren Shuai was a little dissatisfied.

"Damn it, the one who cooks inside is a ghost! And, it's a familiar face."

The fat man looked at me in horror. I couldn't help it. He walked up a few steps and lifted the curtain.

In the kitchen, a female ghost with beautiful eyebrows but ghostly eyes suddenly turned her head 180 degrees, twisted her head in a daze, smiled strangely at me, showing her bloody black teeth, which was completely incompatible with her beautiful face!

"Xiao Shuangshuang?" I retreated in shock, but heard the indifferent voice of the shopkeeper ringing again:

"Don't be lazy, cook it quickly!"

Damn! I'm really speechless. This weird shopkeeper actually asked a new ghost king to cook for him?

Ren Shuai even ran to his grandfather, shrank his head and looked alert.

The fat man and I returned to the table where our grandfather was sitting stiffly. We were about to talk, but the shopkeeper was holding a plate of fried red sponge flowers and walked slowly with strange steps.

"The signature dish, stir-fried red spider flower, please use it slowly." This guy's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced back and forth on my grandfather and I, with a polite attitude.
Chapter completed!