Chapter 1 The Iron Tower Inn

When I woke up, the car had already entered Tacheng.

Our first target, the Twin Iron Towers, stood in an open space. The towers, including the bases, were about two meters tall, and the diameter of the tower body was about half a meter.

Purely from a weight perspective, ordinary martial artists would indeed find it difficult to move the Twin Towers. Truly famous experts wouldn't risk their reputations for gold.

Tang Hong had anticipated this when he set up the Tower Lifting Competition.

I walked up to the iron tower and squatted down: "Can this base be moved?"

Ye Yang also touched the Bagua-shaped base of the iron tower, made of pig iron: "These are two Zhen Ta (tower suppressors). The base below is like a manhole cover."

Lin Zhao, who was examining the other iron tower, suddenly said, "Li Po, look over here."

Lin Zhao pointed to three small characters engraved there: "Huo Tangxiu."

"Huo Tang repaired this tower?" I carefully examined the tower body several times but couldn't find any traces of restoration: "Could it be that what Huo Tangxiu repaired wasn't the tower, but the tower base?"

Ye Yang said, "The reason Huo Tangxiu, known as the Half-Section Tower Huo Tang, is famous is because the towers he repairs show no signs of repair. No matter how you look at it, they look like new towers."

"According to the information we can find, the Twin Iron Towers have only been moved twice. When did Huo Tang repair the tower?" While I was wondering, the corner of my eye caught sight of a house in the distance.

"Lin Zhao, go see if anyone is in that house and try to rent it."

Ye Yang also noticed the building with windows directly facing the iron tower. According to feng shui, windows or doors should not directly face towers or temples.

If it's unavoidable, you have to put something in between to block the view.

That three-story building had a row of windows directly facing the iron tower.

Lin Zhao quickly called: "It's a small hotel here. I'm checking in. Come over here."

When I walked around to the front of the hotel, I happened to hear Lin Zhao talking to the owner. The hotel owner said impatiently, "Why are you so stubborn, girl? I told you, those three rooms are not for rent."

"If you want to stay, stay. If you don't, then leave it."

Lin Zhao said, "Boss, that's not right. My friend stayed here a few days ago, in the room on the first floor. She even posted it on her WeChat Moments."

"Nonsense!" The owner said, "I've never rented out those three rooms. You must be mistaken."

"How am I talking nonsense?" Lin Zhao said, "My friends are two girls, one wearing white clothes and one wearing red clothes. Both of them are very beautiful. Dare you say they didn't stay at your hotel?"

The owner finally lost his patience: "What white clothes, red clothes, I don't know. Get out!"

I stepped in from the door: "Lin Zhao, check his hotel registration."

"What right do you have..." The owner didn't finish his sentence before a flash of blood passed through my eyes. The hotel owner was immediately controlled by my ghost eye and stood there dumbfounded.

Lin Zhao quickly flipped through the registration book: "Sister Feng and the others stayed here. They really stayed on the first floor."

"Lin Zhao, close the hotel. Let's go see those three rooms."

I searched around on the first floor according to the approximate location and saw a room with a large pig iron lock.

Nowadays, even small hotels no longer use this kind of external iron lock, but術士 (shushi, Taoist sorcerers) still use this kind of iron lock as a magical artifact to seal ghosts.

Especially in places where it is inconvenient to stick spiritual talismans, locks are used more often.

I waved my hand at Chen Shuyu. After she left, she quickly returned: "All the rooms on the three floors are locked with iron locks, and no one has touched them for a long time."

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Lin Zhao, take Xiao Qi to the second floor. Ye Yang and Chen Shuyu guard the third floor. Jiang Jiuyuan, you come with me to the first floor."

I pinched off the lock nose with two fingers, dragged the hotel owner into the room on the first floor, tied him to a chair, and then released my ghost eye: "Look at where this is?"

"Save..." The owner was about to shout for help when I grabbed his chin. With my other hand, I raised the iron lock, and as my five fingers closed inward, I squeezed the iron lock out of shape.

The hotel owner's eyes widened in fright, but I said calmly, "Is your chin harder, or is this lock harder?"

As I spoke, I slowly released my palm. The owner stammered and asked, "You... who are you people?"

I pressed the owner's head with my hand and twisted his face towards the window: "Look at where this is? You haven't registered a single name in your check-in book for half a month. What are you doing guarding such an empty hotel?"

I dared to say that there weren't many people staying at the hotel because in hotels with good business, all kinds of people stay there, and the popularity is more mixed.

However, there was no sign of activity on the first floor of this hotel, which meant that no one had stayed at the entire hotel for a long time.

The owner wouldn't guard an empty house for no reason.

The owner saw the iron tower outside the window and immediately screamed, "How did you get into this room? This room is uninhabitable... This room..."

The owner didn't dare to say the word 'ghost', and swallowed the words back into his mouth: "Staying here at night will lead to death!"