A sharp pain came from his chest, and the next second the man's body was kicked out.
When he endured the pain and opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him.
She wore a hot golden long dress, very luxurious, two lotus root arms glowing faintly under the radiance of the moonlight, and her face was not eating fireworks, just like a fairy walking out of the broad cold.
The only thing that wasn't very friendly was that she was stepping on Hentiangao's feet, and a pain came from her chest. This woman's strength was really great, the man thought in his heart.
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"Even a living person slipped in. What did the guy watching the door eat?" Zhang Manyue said with a bit of displeasure.
"You stepped on me, take your feet away." The man struggled but couldn't get up, as if there was a force pressing him invisibly.
Hearing this, Zhang Manyue deliberately increased her strength again.
"It hurts, it hurts." The man yelled again and again.
Zhang Manyue glanced at it, but saw the moon spirit flower still held tightly in the man's hand, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Zhang Manyue moved her feet away, walked two steps in front of the Moon Spirit Tree, looked at the Moon Spirit Tree and said, "You actually handed the Moon Spirit Flower to him, do you want me to let him go? Mercy, Ye Yi would not agree to it. Only dead people can enter the Moon Hotel. This is the rule."
The Moon Spirit Flower is the flower of the soul, a flower that can only be bloomed by the power of countless pure souls.
"Ye Yi said that rules are rules, otherwise what to do." Zhang Manyue paused and added.
Seeing Zhang Manyue muttering to a dead tree, the man thought he had encountered a female neuropathy, so he wanted to slip away silently while she was not paying attention.
Just as he was crawling on the way he came, the dead moon spirit tree suddenly burst into a halo, and then an old woman crouched slightly and walked out of the tree.
It was Granny Magu who was sucked into the bronze coffin before.
The man thinking of sneaking around looked back and caught a glimpse of this scene, and was so scared that he shrank in the corner, covering his mouth with his hands, not allowing himself to scream.
"The adults will agree." Granny Magu glanced at the shivering man and said, "Our hotel lacks an heir."
"Heir! You won't talk about him?" Zhang Manyue pointed to the man with a look on your face as if you were deliberately making me laugh.
This man has nothing to do with him. He is timid and afraid of things. He doesn't know the so-called. His hands and feet are not clean. Zhang Manyue, the doorman of the hotel, hates him.
"Of course not, it's his son." Granny Ma shook her head.
Zhang Manyue glanced at the man and frowned: "He is only in his thirties. How old can his son be to take on this important task?"
"For us, isn't the time left?" Granny Ma smiled bitterly.
"It seems so." Zhang Manyue thought for a while, nodded in agreement.
Time is very precious to people, time is easy to pass, and beauty is easy to grow old, but for an existence like them, time is just a number.
"What are you talking about, I warn you, don't hit my son's idea, as long as I'm here, you don't want to hurt one of his hairs." The man said.
"It seems that you still don't understand your current situation!" Zhang Manyue shook her head and said high up, and then pointed it down, and a little light fell into the man's forehead.
The man instantly remembered his previous events. He stole things from the mall in order to buy a birthday present for his son. He fell off the steps while being chased by the mall security, and then he saw this place called the Moon Hotel. , The ghost came in without any difficulty.
Now that he woke up, he suddenly realized that he had lived in this area for a long time, and there was no place called the Moon Hotel.
"You are dying gradually!" Zhang Manyue reminded with a frivolous tone.
When the man looked at his body, his hands were gradually becoming transparent.
"Please help me! Please, my son is still young and he can't live without me." The man knew that the old woman and the young girl in front of him were very unusual, so he asked them for help and moved out. Own son.
Men know that they are of little value to them, but they seem to have other ideas for their sons.
"Really a smart person." Zhang Manyue sneered and commented.
Granny Ma stood aside and smiled faintly, without speaking.
"According to the growth time of human beings, twenty years should be enough." Zhang Manyue shook his fingers and counted. "Your debt will be paid by your son. Remember, twenty years will help me cultivate A qualified heir, otherwise I will take your life back."
"Yes, yes." The man nodded hurriedly.
"Go." Zhang Manyue said, and the man's soul disappeared from the Moon Hotel with a wave of his hand.
The man woke up from the hospital, thinking of the bizarre experience in the Moon Hotel, but thought it was just a dream. But when he and his son walked out of the hospital gate, a luxurious car parked in front of them.
The window slowly rolled down, and a delicate face appeared in the field of vision.
As soon as the man saw this face, his face was pale for a moment. This was exactly the weird woman he had seen in his "dream".
Zhang Manyue smiled evilly and threw an envelope from the car, and said: "Remember to let your son learn Chinese! I will sign for it in twenty years."
The voice fell, the car drove away, and the window slowly rolled up.
Inside the car, Zhang Manyue leaned her elbow by the car window, her head tilted against her fisted hand, the breeze that overflowed from the car window blew a strand of hair in front of her forehead, her eyebrows lightened, and she looked in the rearview mirror. After closing his eyes, Ye Yi glanced at him, and asked dissatisfiedly: "How about this heir?"
"Very good." Ye Yi said with his eyes closed.
Listening to these words, Zhang Manyue's heart felt a little relieved.
"But what you just said to him was Chinese, he probably didn't understand it." Ye Yi paused and reminded.
In the Moon Hotel, what Zhang Manyue said can reach the depths of the soul, no matter what language he speaks, the meaning can be conveyed, but it is different in the outside world.
"Um... It's okay, I asked someone to write a note and put it in an envelope." Zhang Manyue said in a daze.
At the entrance of the hospital, the man picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was a bank card and a note reminding him of the twenty-year appointment.
"Son, Dad sold you." The man looked down at his beloved son with some annoyance.