I Have 48 Hours a Day

"Then what do you recommend?" Zhang Heng didn't bother with the previous question, and asked the old man's words.

"Guilman Hostel, there are delicious food and soft beds," the old man replied, "I can take you there." He turned and walked away as if to tell Zhang Heng to follow him.

Zhang Heng glanced again at the church in front of him. There was obviously no serious church resident there. Instead, he revealed a sense of madness and evil, just like the town itself.

The black shadow wrapped in a strange robe wearing a golden crown struck himself from the huge pillared auditorium, and Zhang Heng couldn't recognize what the guy under the robe looked like.

The kung fu old man had gone a short way while hesitated and delayed, he stopped and looked back at Zhang Heng with the protruding eyes, like a toad.

Zhang Zhangheng thought about it, and decided to keep up with the old man, because the latter was also the only person in the town who took the initiative to talk to him, although he didn't want to answer any questions.

"Do you know me?" Zhang Heng asked after catching up with the old man. "What time is it now?"

"July 15, 1927." The old man finally answered another question.

This is similar to the estimated time when Zhang Heng first came. Zhang Heng subconsciously glanced at the watch on his right hand, but this time he found that the starfish that accompanied him at all times was not in his On the wrist.

Maybe it was because he was used to the constant companionship of that watch. Zhang Heng even forgot to count the watch when he first came here to check the props, but Zhang Heng didn't panic too much. Today's zero point. It has already passed. There is still a considerable time before the next zero point arrives. His extra 24 hours will not be used.

He wasn't an ordinary person when he first entered the copy. The long series of high-level skills has become part of his body, even if he does not rely on props, he has enough self-protection power.

In addition, it can't be said that he has no props at least, at least the four shadow sets are still there, and even the [moment of shadow], which has been used up for a number of times, seems to have regained vitality in this weird place, but Zhang Heng There is no time to check.

As he followed the old man, he was still trying to collect some information, "I see you are preparing for the celebration. Is there something to celebrate?"

"Oh, it's just an ordinary traditional sacrifice, don't take it to heart."

"Really, do you know how to get out of here?"

The old man paused, "The train stopped a long time ago. It will take a long time to walk, and the area is not safe. If you want to leave, you can take a bus, leaving at 8 o'clock every night, but ..."

"but what?"

"But not tonight, because the driver is preparing for the celebration, so the car will not start tonight."

"What about the horse?"

"There are no horses in the town," the old man replied in a husky voice. "Even before, some people raised horses, but the animals did not seem to like this place, and they were restless at night. I bought them again. "Then he turned back," Do you want to leave? "

"Leave? No, I just ask casually." Zhang Hengdao.

He didn't lie. Of course, Zhang Heng can see that for whatever reason, the old man hopes that he can stay in the hostel named Gilman tonight. Coincidentally, he also wants to see if he will stay in that hostel. what happened. Zhang Heng had planned to investigate here, and even if the only bus with the outside world left tonight, he would not leave.

Of course, he is not a fool. When contacted by the old man when he first met, "Are you finally here?" Zhang Heng can see that this so-called traditional sacrifice will most likely be related to him.

So I'm afraid it will be interesting tonight.

Zhang Heng continued to chat with the old man, hoping to see if he could set up more useful information, and the old man still answered his questions as selectively as before, and could see that he was Be careful to avoid the core secrets here, especially things related to the evening celebrations.

However, Zhang Heng still got something, such as pushing forward a hundred years, and those abandoned and collapsed houses were also full of people. Coupled with the economic boom at the time, the place was very lively at one time. It can even be called a city.

The ships will dock at the port, the sailors will go ashore to have fun, and the train will also come here, bringing goods and immigrants from other cities, and taking the fish and shrimp species caught by people in the town to other places. A gold refinery is a profitable business.

But all this continued until after the civil war, and it was a bit bad. Business began to decline and the economic situation continued to deteriorate. People could not see the future, and soon afterwards, some people began to disappear. At first, only a few, but later it became more and more Many, at the same time, as a group of newborns slowly grew up, some people changed their appearance, and the elderly were one of them.

When he said here, he seemed to be secretly observing the changes on Zhang Heng's face with those muddy eyes, but what disappointed him was that the latter did not react when he heard the words, neither surprised nor feared, more No joy, just a signal to him to continue ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But at this time the old man stopped and said, "This is it."

Zhang Heng looked up and saw a dome building. Like other houses here, this dome building also couldn't escape its destiny. The sign Gilman was worn away a lot, and the wall was peeling off. It was also very serious, with moss and mold on the walls.

I am afraid that similar hostels will not attract any tourists in any town. However, according to the old man, this is the only place in the town where foreigners can rest, but when Zhang Heng stepped into the rather shabby hall, he had to treat the old man with the delicious food and soft beds. The big selling point was skeptical.

Fortunately, the waiter at the front desk is relatively normal except for being a little surly and lonely.

"Room 427, one dollar." He put down the dirty old newspaper in his hand. "It's lively today, there are actually two guests."

"Is anyone still living here tonight?" The old man was somewhat surprised.

"Yeah, something happened in the town before ..." He said half of it suddenly shut up and looked at Zhang Heng on the other side.

The latter flipped all the pockets and looked up. "Sorry, I may not have any money with me."

"........."

The old man and the waiter looked at each other.

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