The corpse drivers are active at night and have to rest during the day. However, villages and regular hotels dare not let such a terrifying team stay, not to mention that the route they take is all in the wilderness. There is a place to stay for them on the way, which is the corpse inn!
This kind of inn does not accommodate living people, only dead bodies and corpse drivers. The door is open all year round, and behind the door is a resting place for the dead bodies.
I thought, could this really be a corpse inn? I looked behind the door. Because there was no light inside, I could only rely on the residual light from the lantern outside the door. It was basically very dark. But I could vaguely see that there was nothing inside. There seemed to be something like a straw mat on the ground, and it smelled strongly of burning paper and corpses.
Damn, it really is the Corpse Inn, otherwise there wouldn’t be such a smell behind the door.
I turned my head to look at the direction of the police car at the bottom of the hill. They must be here to drive the corpse away. But where are they? I turned my head again and looked inside. It was pitch black. I could vaguely see a light flashing in the darkness ahead. I walked forward a few steps, walked out of the alley, and arrived at the yard. I saw that it was still a quadrangle courtyard.
The light I saw in the alley just now came from the small building directly opposite. Standing in the yard, I could also hear someone whispering upstairs.
"Sir, do you want to stay at the hotel?"
Suddenly someone spoke behind me, and I was almost scared to death. This deserted inn, where the dead live, is full of weirdness and mystery. Who could stand it if it happened so suddenly? My heart jumped to my throat, and I turned around quickly. I saw a black shadow standing in front of me, straight and straight, looking like a zombie in the dark!
However, I heard his breathing, and he was alive. I stroked his frightened heart and asked softly, "How much is the hotel?"
"Two hundred a night for carrying a corpse, fifty for living alone!" The man's tone was particularly stiff and dry, and it really sounded like the sound of a zombie, which was both unpleasant and terrifying.
I swallowed and said, "I live alone." I took out the money from my pocket. At this moment, my eyes lit up and the man lit an oil lamp.
Under the flickering flames, a pale face gradually became clearer with the flickering firelight. A pair of small eyes glowed with brilliance, staring at me coldly. In the middle of the night, under the glare of the oil lamp, he looked like a hanged ghost! My heart was filled with chills.
He was very tall, wearing a pipa-collared top and a green scarf wrapped around his head. He must be a Tujia. He took the fifty yuan I handed over, handed me the oil lamp with a blank expression, and pointed to the stilt house on the left: "You live here."
After saying this, the man turned around and walked away. I don’t know if it was because he walked too fast or the oil lamp couldn’t illuminate farther, but he disappeared into the darkness not far ahead, as suddenly as he came.
I stood there with my heart in turmoil, staring at the direction he disappeared in a daze for a while, thinking that maybe he was living in the mountains and didn't know much about the world, and his personality was different from that of ordinary people, so it was inevitable that he was a little weird. I gave myself this explanation in my mind, holding the oil lamp, I walked up the wooden ladder and pushed the door into the room.
Oh, there was a strong musty smell. I don't know how long it has been since anyone has lived here. At the same time, it felt extremely damp and cold inside, even cooler than outside. There was an old bamboo bed, a square bamboo table, and a bamboo stool. There was nothing else. Damn, how could anyone live here without a quilt? The corpse drivers were active at night and had to rest during the day. They could only continue their journey at night. However, the villages and regular hotels did not dare to let such a terrifying team stay, not to mention that the route they took was all through remote wilderness paths. There was a place specially provided for them to stay on the way, which was the corpse inn!
This kind of inn does not accommodate living people, only dead bodies and corpse drivers. The door is open all year round, and behind the door is a resting place for the dead bodies.
I thought, could this really be a corpse inn? I looked behind the door. Because there was no light inside, I could only rely on the residual light from the lantern outside the door. It was basically very dark. But I could vaguely see that there was nothing inside. There seemed to be something like a straw mat on the ground, and it smelled strongly of burning paper and corpses.
Damn, it really is the Corpse Inn, otherwise there wouldn’t be such a smell behind the door.
I turned my head to look at the direction of the police car at the bottom of the hill. They must be here to drive the corpse away. But where are they? I turned my head again and looked inside. It was pitch black. I could vaguely see a light flashing in the darkness ahead. I walked forward a few steps, walked out of the alley, and arrived at the yard. I saw that it was still a quadrangle courtyard.
The light I saw in the alley just now came from the small building directly opposite. Standing in the yard, I could also hear someone whispering upstairs.
"Sir, do you want to stay at the hotel?"
Suddenly someone spoke behind me, and I was almost scared to death. This deserted inn, where the dead live, is full of weirdness and mystery. Who could stand it if it happened so suddenly? My heart jumped to my throat, and I turned around quickly. I saw a black shadow standing in front of me, straight and straight, looking like a zombie in the dark!
However, I heard his breathing, and he was alive. I stroked his frightened heart and asked softly, "How much is the hotel?"
"Two hundred a night for carrying a corpse, fifty for living alone!" The man's tone was particularly stiff and dry, and it really sounded like the sound of a zombie, which was both unpleasant and terrifying.
I swallowed and said, "I live alone." I took out the money from my pocket. At this moment, my eyes lit up and the man lit an oil lamp.
Under the flickering flames, a pale face gradually became clearer with the flickering firelight. A pair of small eyes glowed with brilliance, staring at me coldly. In the middle of the night, under the glare of the oil lamp, he looked like a hanged ghost! My heart was filled with chills.
He was very tall, wearing a pipa-collared top and a green scarf wrapped around his head. He must be a Tujia. He took the fifty yuan I handed over, handed me the oil lamp with a blank expression, and pointed to the stilt house on the left: "You live here."
After saying this, the man turned around and walked away. I don’t know if it was because he walked too fast or the oil lamp couldn’t illuminate farther, but he disappeared into the darkness not far ahead, as suddenly as he came.
I stood there with my heart in turmoil, staring at the direction he disappeared in a daze for a while, thinking that maybe he was living in the mountains and didn't know much about the world, and his personality was different from that of ordinary people, so it was inevitable that he was a little weird. I gave myself this explanation in my mind, holding the oil lamp, I walked up the wooden ladder and pushed the door into the room.
Oh, there was a strong musty smell. I don't know how long it has been since anyone has lived here. It was also very damp and cold inside, even cooler than outside. There was an old bamboo bed, a square bamboo table, and a bamboo stool. There was nothing else. Damn, how could anyone live here without a quilt