Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 371

"The purpose of opening Hotel Del Luna is to accept dead ghosts, that's for sure."

"But dead ghosts seem to have some common characteristics, after all, most people go directly to hell after death. Well, according to the saying here, they go to Sanzu River."

"What will Hotel Del Luna do after accepting ghosts? Live like this forever? Have a room and food, live better than the living?"

"Impossible. If so, the accumulated ghosts in the hotel are far more than these."

"What can ghosts like?"

"Live property?"

Rob thought of the impoverished Zhang Manyue.

Although it has come to this, it is inevitable that the woman enjoys luxury.

But if the purpose of opening Hotel Del Luna is really for money, with the number of ghost customers, Zhang Manyue will not be so poor as to kill himself no matter how much he squanders.

Besides, it is too easy to make money for the real creation of Hotel Del Luna, and he will not go to such trouble to do this thing.

Robb thought of the courtyard full of flowers.

He felt the strong and pure power of will on every flower.

Is it because of this?

Thinking of the old woman that Zhang Manyue mentioned with a rare look of fear, the other party seemed to be very concerned about these flowers.

Is this the real purpose of opening the Hotel Del Luna?

So where did these powers of will come from?

Because of ghosts?

Robb looked around.

From the perspective of a normal person, there was no one around him.

But in fact, there were only several ghosts with black faces drinking wine there.

For the Hotel Del Luna to take care of these ghosts in every possible way, there must be something about them that is worth the hotel's investment.

Otherwise, the Hotel Del Luna, which spent a lot on ghosts, would have closed down long ago.

But Robb, who had just arrived, had not found out what it was.

"Guest? Guest?"

At this time, the call from Jin Shusheng brought Robb back to his senses.

When he looked over, Jin Shusheng brought a glass of newly prepared wine and said, "This is my new wine, Zui Sheng Meng. Please taste it and give your opinions."

Rober did not refuse. After tasting it, he said sincerely, "It's very good. Even if it is placed outside, there are few wines that can compare."

"Really?"

Jin Shusheng smiled.

For a long time, except for the human managers of each generation, the people who drink here are ghosts.

Jin Shusheng was very happy to be able to get such a good review from another human, who looked rich and had tasted many fine wines.

Therefore, in the following time, Robb chatted with Jin Shusheng intentionally or unintentionally.

Although the other party was very vigilant and did not talk much about the hotel.

But after more than two hundred years of experience, especially for someone who had won the top prize, Robb was still very interesting to chat with.

When talking about history and Confucianism, the two simply chatted in Chinese.

As an orthodox Confucian scholar, Jin Shusheng naturally knew Chinese in his time, and he had a great liking for the Celestial Empire.

Unlike the young people in South Korea today, who are arrogant and shouting to the sky after hugging another father.

"What are they talking about?" Choi Seo-hee, who was watching from a distance, asked with a puzzled look.

Although she was the eldest daughter-in-law of a wealthy family, in that era when women were familiar with the female precepts, no matter how high their status was, knowledge was rarely open to them.

Choi Seo-hee knew that the two were speaking Chinese, but she had no idea what they were talking about.

"It seems that they are talking about Confucianism. They are so amazing."

Chi Hyun-joong, who used to be a good student, could understand a few sentences, but only a few sentences.

Choi Seo-hee shook her head after hearing this: "It seems that I am too worried. Let them talk, anyway, Jin Shusheng is here."

Choi Seo-hee and Chi Hyun-joong left.

Zhang Manyue had already gone out to have fun.

The only person who could manage things in the hotel beside Rob was Jin Shusheng.

Taking advantage of the excitement, Rob drank with Jin Shusheng from time to time.

In the end, nothing happened to him.

On the contrary, Jin Shusheng got drunk and fell asleep.

Well, ghosts will get drunk if they drink too much.

Robb put down his wine glass and stretched his body.

The deeper he explored the Hotel Del Luna, the deeper he went.

Not to mention that the ghosts here are harmless.

Just based on the information collected, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Robb has given up the initial idea of ​​forcing his way.

But interest must be collected.

Especially since he was ripped off.

When has the master of the witch group ever boasted about such a loss?

Robb took a last look at the sleeping Jin Shusheng.

His figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Soon, a phantom kept flashing in the hotel.shimmering.

The ghosts passing by were unaware.

And the only hotel president who could be found was not in the store at this time.

So, the president's office was the first to suffer.

Although Robb had not been to Zhang Manyue's office in the previous scouting, he still remembered the location when he passed by.

Pushing open the door, a very spacious office with a perfect combination of oriental traditions and classical western furniture such as Chinese window grilles and Chinese ceramic stools, and a heavy history came into view.

Of course, the red velvet curtains, green wallpaper, blue and gold Damascus pattern columns, and gold lamps inside, with the rendering of black, red and gold, there is also a sense of luxury.

"So, how long has this woman lived?"

Robb stepped in, looked around, and when he was thinking, he suddenly saw many portraits framed in gold on the wall.

The protagonist in each painting is Zhang Manyue wearing clothes from different eras.

From left to right, the first is the traditional ink portrait, followed by oil painting, black and white photos, color photos, etc.

Just through these portraits, Robb has a feeling that time flies and the times change rapidly.

His eyes retracted from the black and white photo of Zhang Manyue wearing a dress and long wavy hair, which was obviously in the style of the Republic of China, and Robb moved to the first and oldest ink portrait.

The portraits of Zhang Manyue are all inscribed with the names of different people, who seem to be the painters.

Some of them also have the time written in them.

Like this one now.

Robb took a look, picked up his phone, and searched on the Internet:

"The Wu Zhou period... According to the South Korean side, it was after the fall of Goguryeo. They were still using the Goguryeo era name..."

"So Zhang Manyue, you are a Goguryeo survivor..."

After Tang Gaozong destroyed Goguryeo, he moved millions of Goguryeo people in the country to Tang, and Goguryeo was completely destroyed.

Of course, there are always some who slip through the net.

Zhang Manyue is obviously from this family.

"If that's the case, we are still a family."

After all, Goguryeo was originally a northeastern regime and a part of Chinese civilization.

This is a successful application for World Heritage₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑.

Robb looked at Zhang Manyue in traditional costumes in the painting.

Calculating the time, it has been a thousand years since now.

So...

A woman is three thousand years older than me, and she is among the immortals?

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