When Fang Ping'an took the bus to the hotel entrance, it was already 8:30 in the evening, almost nine o'clock.

The passenger stopped, Fang Ping'an waited until all the classmates in the car got off the bus one by one before he stood up and got off the bus. This was not a politeness, but he felt that it was a bit awkward to get off with others. After all, boys had to protect themselves outside.

Meow Luyu was a little sleepy, confused, and followed Fang Ping'an in a staggering eight-character step.

After getting off the bus, I came to the hotel.

This is an ordinary 24-hour express hotel, with nothing outstanding. If you have to say something different, it is that the price of this hotel is the cheapest near Qingliangshan.

All the students, including Fang Ping'an, walked into the hotel lobby and waited aside. The head teacher of Class 1 walked straight to the hotel front desk to arrange rooms for the students.

The room in this hotel was booked in advance by the school, so the procedures were handled quickly. After a while, the head teacher of the class came back and held a stack of room cards in his hand and distributed them one by one.

The room is a double room, two people are in one room, boys and girls are separated, girls are on the third floor and boys are on the fourth floor.

He took the room card from his class teacher, and Fang Ping'an didn't see his classmate living with him. He picked up the sleepy Meow route on the ground and walked directly to the fourth floor. Fang Ping'an's room card number was 408, which was located at the end of the corridor.

Open the door and enter the guest room. The layout of the guest room is simple. The entrance door faces the window of the guest room. On the right is the bathroom. There is a shower room composed of frosted glass. There are two assembled bedding in the guest room.

Because the male classmate who lived with him had not arrived yet, Fang Ping'an did not lock the door and left a small gap, so that as long as someone opened the door from outside, he could open it directly.

If you consider security issues...

All the valuable things on Fang Ping'an are stored in the treasure of Kings. Only the bald and beautiful boy like Fang Ping'an and the fat man who can steal them.

As for the color of the catastrophe, Fang Pingan smiled and came!

Meow Luyu was not polite. After entering the guest room, he jumped to the bed next to the window in three or two steps. The group started to sleep soundly at the corner of the bed.

Golden ripples rippled, Fang Ping'an took out a pack of potato chips prepared by Meow Route from the treasure of King Zhi, and held them in his hand and ate them slowly. He looked at the direction of the 408 gate with thoughtfulness.

As soon as he arrived at the fourth floor, Fang Ping'an found that the temperature on the fourth floor was different from that on the third floor. The air was cold and there was a slightly damp feeling, which gave people a very depressing feeling.

However, he didn't care. He just thought that there was a window open somewhere on the fourth floor and a night wind blew in. After all, it was close to the sea, so it was normal to get some smell of sea in the air.

Until Fang Ping'an turned a corner and came to room 408, he saw at a glance that there was something wrong with the room opposite, that is room 410.

There are wisps of black fog that ordinary people cannot see slowly drifting through the door. The black fog is too cold, and a layer of black frost that ordinary people cannot see will appear wherever it spreads.

Fang Ping'an frowned and wondered whether to take action to meddle in this nostalgic business.

It's not considered a matter of nostalgia. After all, he is also in a hurry to lack experience value now, but there are a lot of surveillance in the hotel, not to mention that there must be someone living in Room 410. If you are not careful, you may leave some minor troubles.

You can’t just solve the people and ghosts in 410 just because you are afraid that things will be exposed.

Fang Ping'an was eating potato chips while frowning and pondering about the matter in Room 410.

At this moment, the sound of the door handle clicking from the door 408 room was suddenly heard. Immediately afterwards, a sexy and tall beauty wearing a long red dress with long chestnut hair tied up and walked in with high heels. She glanced at Fang Ping'an casually, without saying a word, unbuttoned her long chestnut hair on her own, then kicked off the bright silver high heels on her feet and planted them directly on the bedside.

Fang Ping'an was petrified with potato chips in place, looking confused.

What's going on?

Is this really a disaster?

This girl looks pretty pretty. Did you follow me or follow me?

How about pretending and struggling?

At this time, the beauty in red was lying on the bed and suddenly spoke, her voice was feminine, but she was actually a male voice: "Hello, my name is Song Tixing, I am from Class 3. We will share these three days. I am still a women's clothing blogger on Bilibili. Where are you?"

Click.

Fang Ping'an felt like he was cracking.

Women's clothing... blogger...

So is this a man?

After thinking about the situation he had figured out just now, Fang Ping'an turned around and hurried in the quilt, not wanting to speak.

That hatred in Fang Ping'an's heart.

I was a little annoyed about the fact that I was almost betrayed.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable.

Although I was only one step away from being completely innocent, I vaguely wanted to take that step.

Song Tixing reached out and held the bed and stood up straight, thinking that the classmates were going to have a good relationship. He looked at Fang Ping'an who got into the quilt and said, "Did you have dinner tonight? I brought a few bags of instant noodles, do you want me..."

Before Song Tixing could finish his words, Fang Ping'an suddenly turned around and jumped up from the bed and said.

"You'd better not finish this sentence, otherwise I'm afraid I can't control myself and beat you to death!"

When Song Tixing heard this, his red lips opened slightly, his moist eyes covered with a layer of mist, and then he bit his lower lip lightly, looking extremely aggrieved.

Song Tixing is obviously not a daughter, but he is better than a daughter.

The more this happens, the more uncomfortable Fang Ping'an feels, and feels very uncomfortable.

Fang Ping'an: "Vomit..."

…………

The night is cool.

Long Sheyue and Dai Qingqing walked to the top of Qingliang Mountain.

There is a Taoist temple on Qingliang Mountain, which has a long history and is said to be closely related to Longhu Mountain, which is known as the originator of the Yuanmen.

The Taoist temple is located on the top of Qingliang Mountain. The outer courtyard has been converted into a scenic spot, while the inner courtyard is not open to the public. However, the towering stone statue of the ancestor behind the inner courtyard can be seen as long as you climb Qingliang Mountain.

The backyard of the Taoist temple is sparsely populated, with only two or three Taoist priests wearing blue Taoist robes coming and going. There is also a big stone in front of the backyard, which says: The second in the world.

Entering the backyard, Dai Qingqing did not go to the Taoist Temple Patriarch Hall with Long Sheyue, but turned toward the back mountain.

Long Xieyue crossed the threshold. In the Zushi Hall, a sloppy man in a linen robe sat in the middle, and a small man wearing a yellow robe and a pair of bird claws sat on the altar with a blue nose and a swollen face, cursing and cursing, constantly rolling around, slapping the altar with both hands and complaining.

He said that there was something strange about Suotianguan under the sea and there was no one in charge. He hurried over and happened to meet the old worm that was stirring up the wind and rain. He originally wanted to stop the other party from coming to the Taoist temple to suppress the ground. Before he could ask, he was hit on his face by the old worm's fist as big as a sandbag, mixed with a few bad words to scold the sloppy man on the ground for not standing up for him.

Long Sheyue is not surprised by this. This yellow-robed villain, the size of a palm, is the incense god of Qingliang Temple. He is a rare beast and has grown up with the incense in Taoist temples for thousands of years. Therefore, he has a very high generation. He likes to go out and poke hornets' nests when he has nothing to do and causes trouble everywhere.
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