New Times Inn

    Feng Qing has tried to teach ancient people to use all kinds of modern equipment, but there is only one thing, Feng Qing thinks that he may not be able to teach them all his life.

    …that’s the toilet.

    The faucet Feng Qing can be explained by traditional customs, and the sound Feng Qing can be explained by his own loudness.

    How can Feng Qing explain the toilet?

    There is only one place in the inn where there is a toilet, and that is in the small toilet cubicle next to the house where Feng Qing usually lives.

    Because this compartment is a bit out of tune with the style of the entire inn, it has been hidden in a very hidden place. Patronage of the location.

 The only thing, this small bathroom, is only for the staff who have lived here for a long time.

    For example, other places are antique, but as soon as you push the door into this toilet, you will instantly travel back to the 21st century. The incandescent lamp, and in the corner, is the dressing table, on which are Feng Qing's toothpaste, toothbrush and messy cosmetics.

    Sometimes when Feng Qing pushes the door and enters, there is a feeling of traveling through time and space, which makes people particularly intoxicated, so that sometimes when she squatting in the pit, she can feel a kind of homesickness.

    But in fact, Feng Qing has always had a question that cannot be said to others.

    —where did her **** go?

    Although time-travel is already a very magical thing, but occasionally Feng Qing will think about some more in-depth issues.

      where is the place.

    In fact, thinking about it this way, it's really pretty good.

    But whatever. Feng Qing thought while using the toilet.

    It is impossible to go to the dry toilet outside, and it is impossible to be caught by a ghost.

    "Forget it, let's leave it here for now." After a long time, Feng Qing finally gave up.

    According to Feng Qing's many years of experience in flushing the toilet, if this thing is really blocked, it is best to leave it for a while, usually after a period of time, it will be inexplicably opened.

    Feng Qing returned to her bedroom to pack things, and at this moment, she suddenly heard a very lively sound from outside.

     She probed over curiously and asked what happened outside.

    "Uh." After a while, Chu Xiaobai came in from the outside, and he looked at Feng Qing for a while, for some reason, Feng Qing always felt that he was a little hesitant. What he wanted to say, but he finally said, "There's a troupe singing outside, and they're singing on the street."

    "What are you singing about?" Feng Qing asked casually.

    "Sing, it's the story of Feng Wuhen and Yun Shujun." Chu Changzui glanced at Feng Qing secretly. His ear strength, the voice below will be a little louder after a while, and it is estimated that she will be able to hear it, and then he will have to beat his **** to bloom.

    Feng Qing pushed open the window and glanced down.

    The singing group can be seen just by opening the window, but it is a little far from the inn, Feng Qing hesitated for a while, in fact, there were not many lively things in ancient times, and it is not like modern times. The street eats hot pot or something, so when this troupe comes, it becomes extra interesting.

    But Feng Qing suddenly became lazy.

    Once the laziness came up, it was unstoppable, and she was a little too lazy to go down.

    However, Feng Qing frowned suddenly and saw something over there.

    A row of tables with melon seeds, tea, sugar, fruit and so on.

    According to Feng Qing's experience listening to books in the opposite tavern for so long, she made a judgment in an instant.

    These things should be free.

    "Xiao Bai, take a good look at the house, I'll go downstairs to have a look right away."

    Feng Qing went down with her cell phone,

    "Hey, I knew the shopkeeper would definitely pass." Chu Changzui shook his head helplessly, then left the place and closed the door.

    Soon after Feng Qing left the inn, a group of "guests" quietly slipped into the inn and opened a room on the second floor. The five big men entered a room together, and then looked at each other.

    "This troupe is so rich." Feng Qing said with a surprised look while eating the free melon seeds downstairs.

    The key point is that the tavern next door sends the most original flavors of melon seeds, and the ones sent here turned out to be spiced.

    "Is there anyone upstairs?" The five people who went up said in a low voice.

    "No, we've been staying here for three days. The last group of guests on the second floor just left. Li Guxing doesn't usually come up. We just need to be careful."

    They glanced at each other, then carefully touched the mysterious compartment.

    If it was someone else, I'm afraid I couldn't find the secret room for a month here, but for those who have a map, it is a simple matter to find there But things.

    "Is it right here?" One of them was short in stature, described as a wretched person who took out a wire from his hand, and then just fiddled with the lock, the door The lock snapped open.

    Then they entered the shopkeeper's bedroom.

    Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper's room looked unexpectedly good, which was a little different from what everyone imagined before coming.

    "We, we just came in like this?" One person couldn't believe it.

    You know, they came with five people, just in case they could leave two people behind at any time.

    "This lock is too paediatric." The man with a wretched face looked at the lock with his hand.

    "Stop playing, mouse, go and find that secret room." said the leader of the group.

    This bedroom actually looks quite normal, there are not so many things that look particularly exaggerated, and it even looks quite lifelike.

    There was a bag of unfinished and rare snacks on the head of the bed, and a large bottle of wine beside it.

      When he knocked on a certain block, there was a dull echo from the door, and a smile instantly appeared on his face.

    "Found."

    It's hidden so deep.

    He found the well-disguised doorknob, and pulled it away, and a small room suddenly appeared on that "wall".

    This room has no windows, no wind, it is pitch black, and there seems to be a terrifying coldness inside, and the unknown…

    The five big men outside the door swallowed their saliva in unison.

    Feng Qing has already eaten the second plate of melon seeds.

    I have to say, the performance of this troupe is really good, so good that Feng Qing feels a little inexplicable.

    More than once, she complained in her heart, how could such a troupe come to sing in a small place like them? Has the competition in the industry become so fierce these days?

    Feng Qing actually didn't understand the play very well. She wanted to play with her mobile phone after listening to it for a while. Then, while she was playing with her mobile phone, the person next to her gave her a third plate of melon seeds.

    She glanced to the side silently.

    Finally, a word popped out of Feng Qing's mind.

    "This is not a troupe, this is a philanthropist."

    "Go in and have a look." The boss stood at the door and swallowed.

    In fact, the moment he opened the door, he suddenly didn't want to go in.

    Not only because of the coldness and darkness there, but also because he faintly smelled a stench from inside.

    That smell is the smell of decay and decay.

    It seems to stink more than a corpse that has been dead for ten days, and it stinks more than the blood of the most terrible poison.

    And it was this smell that made the boss immediately understand the usefulness of this place.

    "Could it be..." He said in shock, "Is this a dungeon that is not underground?"

    In their sect, the dungeon often exudes a stench that cannot be dissipated all year round, because there is no light in the dungeon all the year round, and many people die there, and there are often people suffering there. Torture, so over time, the dungeon will have a disgusting smell.

    Take a look at the style of this house around you.

    Dark, no candlesticks, not even windows.

    That Feng Wuhen actually built such a dungeon in his bedroom? The head's pupils shrank slightly. Although I knew Feng Wuhen was perverted, I didn't expect him to be so perverted.

    "Mouse, come and see, what is this." The boss greeted the back, and a short man slipped in, holding his own With the candles, the small secret room finally became a little brighter.

    "Be careful, what do you light a candle for? What if something triggers?" Someone next to him frowned.

    "You don't understand." The mouse said, "What if there is miasma here? This candle can remind us that if it goes out, we should hurry out."

    "Okay." The leader's expression also became serious, he said, "You are quite good at this."

    "That's right, our gentleman's door is not vain." The mouse rolled his small eyes. He came to the thing that the boss was showing him.

    In fact, no matter who it is, it will be the first thing they see.

    A white thing that looks like a stool, the outside is made of porcelain.

    It's hard to imagine why someone would burn such a porcelain thing.

    "This thing seems to be hiding something." The mouse is indeed a professional, just glanced at it, went forward, and lifted the "cushion" of the "stool".

    Instant.

    …the dreaded taste suddenly became more intense.

    "Well, what is this?" The rest of the people frowned instantly.

    The mouse suddenly had a pupil earthquake.

    He looked at the black hole exposed after opening, and said in shock: "This is..."

    The boss also shook his head for two seconds.

    He murmured, "The secret passage... finally found."