I tied the donkey to the locust tree and had Jiang Haoyan and the others carry their luggage inside.

　　Liu Xiong was the first to walk in, scratching his head in confusion as he walked.

　　"This house is really strange, the door is only half." "This is a corpse chasing inn, it used to specifically accommodate corpse chasers.

　　The inn never closes.

　　The right half of the door is opened inward, and the bodies are lined up behind it." After hearing me explain, Liu Xiong paused in his steps and took a deep breath, instinctively feeling a bit afraid.

　　Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

　　The person was about 1.7 meters tall, squinting and raising his head, he smiled at Liu Xiong.

　　His teeth were yellow, crooked, and his mouth was flat and wide, with a flattened nose and wide-set eyes.

　　He looked like a peculiar fish.

　　"Ghost!" Liu Xiong jumped back, grabbing Xu Huizhang and started screaming.

　　Xu Huizhang also scrambled to scream like a girl, while taking out a peach wood sword from his pocket and stabbed the person in the chest.

　　"What are you guys doing?!" I hurriedly stopped them, rushing over to pull Xu Huizhang away.

　　"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr.

　　Hou, I apologize for them." It turned out that the person in front of us, surnamed Hou, was the owner of this corpse chasing inn, and also a corpse chaser himself.

　　People in this line of work had three requirements: bravery, good physical condition, and an ugly appearance.

　　If you were ugly, others would avoid interacting with you and stay far away, saving you a lot of trouble on the road.

　　Mr.

　　Hou is in his early sixties this year.

　　He used to follow his master and work as a corpse courier for a few years when he was young.

　　Later, he injured his leg and couldn't continue with that job, so he opened this haunted inn.

　　"Is your last name Qiao? My master mentioned you before," Mr.

　　Hou said, rubbing his chest and turning around to pour us tea.

　　The inn is not big, with two Eight Immortals tables on the first floor.

　　There is a swaying light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a dim white light.

　　We sat around one of the tables, and Liu Xiong looked disapprovingly at the old and worn-out ceramic bowl in front of him and took out a mineral water bottle from his backpack.

　　"No need, we brought our own mineral water," he said.

　　Mr.

　　Hou suddenly clenched his hand holding the teapot, and veins popped out on the back of his hand as his mood suddenly became excited.

　　"You find it dirty and look down on me?" He was already ugly, and now his face looked even more terrifying under the pale light, scarier than a ghost.

　　Liu Xiong was scared and almost screamed, but I glared at him.

　　"Mr.

　　Hou, please drink it if you offer, and we will drink it," I said.