"What color is Old Cao?"

Lao Dao quickly asked me.

I looked at the minimap in disbelief because Lao Cao's marker was red!

In other words, based on my reasoning just now, Lao Cao should be a good person.

"He's red! He can be trusted!"

I raised my voice.

At that moment, I saw a handprint mark appear on Lao Cao's spot on the minimap.

"Old Dao, why don't you try giving him a high five!"

I tried hard to understand the meaning of this mark and made a guess.

Sure enough, when Lao Dao placed his hand on Lao Cao's hand, Lao Cao disappeared, and the black dot representing Lao Cao on the minimap also disappeared.

"You got it right!"

I took a deep breath; it seemed I had guessed correctly.

I was sweating profusely.

This is much harder than catching ghosts myself.

And so, I controlled Old Knife and entered the campus. Inside the campus, I saw many familiar people, including Director Wang, Long Xiyue, and even Xu Feng!

However, without exception, all of these people were dressed in red!

"Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

I fell into self-doubt.

Actually, Lao Dao's task inside is very simple: when you encounter a red one, go up and talk to it, and the red one will disappear; when you encounter a black one, choose to go around it; and when you encounter a blue one, just kill it.

After all the blue and red had been processed, the diary began to vibrate continuously.

The next second, Lao Dao was ejected.

"Holy crap, Brother Chen, I'm out here?"

Old Dao was still shaken.

I nodded, picked up an old knife, and the old knife cried out in pain.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing!"

After the pain subsided, Lao Dao chuckled and recovered.

Old Knife has finally come out.

Old Dao looked at the notebook and wanted to tear it to shreds, but I stopped him.

"Old Dao, we just blew up the blue part and influenced the red part. Now only the most primitive things are left. I think we can have a proper conversation now!"

I took a black ballpoint pen out of the drawer and wrote a line on it.

"You are Lin Momo, aren't you?"

The writing disappeared instantly, and then new writing appeared—Lin Momo's handwriting.

It reads, "I am Lin Momo, and you are Master Chen, right?"

I was a little surprised. I didn't expect Lin Momo to know me. It really struck me as unbelievable.

"yes!"

Without hesitation, I wrote down this answer and then introduced my current situation.

"I was locked inside this diary, but suddenly one day, I knew you would come to save me; a voice in my head told me that!"

Lin Momo's answer left me speechless.

Lin Momo did not die, or rather, a part of Lin Momo's soul was trapped in this diary.

That's a brilliant tactic.

"Brother Chen, this is really weird! What's with the voice in Lin Momo's head?"

Old Dao looked at the handwriting and was also somewhat puzzled.

How can I save you?

I continued writing.

"Master Chen, you have a Soul-Binding Mirror! Use that to bring me out directly!"

The handwriting reappeared, and the words inside surprised me.

This guy actually knows about my mirror, and he even knows its name.

The key point is that I don't even know the name of the bronze mirror myself; I've always called it bronze mirror.

I have two mirrors that look exactly alike. One can capture souls, and the other has the function of suppressing them.

But I really don't know what the official name is.

"Old Dao, what do you say, should we take it or not?"

I turned to look at Lao Dao, wanting to hear his opinion.

Old Dao nodded seriously: "Brother Chen! Who cares about this or that? Anyway, I escaped death, which means that the person in here doesn't mean any harm!"

So what if we take him in? What, does he think he can do anything to us?

Old Dao had great faith in my power, so he suggested that I put it away. I thought about it and it made sense, so I took out the mirror.

Sure enough, a golden light shone down, and the things in the diary flew into my mirror like spirits.

The face that appeared in the mirror was naturally Lin Momo's.

"Alright, now that you're out, I hope you can divulge some valuable information, otherwise I don't mind killing you right now!"

I stared at the mirror, saying fierce things, and two figures appeared in the mirror: one was Lin Momo, and the other was the female ghost.

The female ghost was frightened by this uninvited guest, so I comforted her, telling her not to worry and that I would take care of any problems that might arise.

That's why the female ghost breathed a sigh of relief and silently retreated to the innermost part.

"Master! I have countless grievances, and I hope you can help me!"

Lin Momo kowtowed twice to me in the mirror. My lips twitched a little. Is this how all ghosts that enter the mirror do?

"Take your time, don't rush, just tell me everything you know!"

I touched the mirror and told Lin Momo inside not to be too anxious and to tell me everything she knew first.

Only when I know the truth can I clear my name.

"Master Chen, you must save Teacher Long! Teacher Long is a good person!"

Lin Momo suddenly said this to me.

"I know your teacher, Mr. Long, is a good person, but he should be alright now!"

I said helplessly to myself in the mirror.

Long Xiyue just went out.

"No! Teacher Long's soul has also been captured!"

Lin Momo's voice trembled with tears!

My head was spinning when I heard this. Could it be that the one we just encountered wasn't the real Long Xiyue?

If that person isn't him, then who is he?

The teacher Long just said that he really dislikes Lin Momo.

However, judging from Lin Momo's current behavior, it is clear that the relationship between the two is extraordinary!

"We just ran into one too! Who was that person?!"

I want to get the answer from Lin Momo.

"That must also be Teacher Long! Teacher Long's situation is different from mine; part of Teacher Long's soul has been trapped! Master! Please try to release Teacher Long's soul!"

Lin Momo cried out for help to me through the mirror.

My heart is filled with mixed emotions; it truly is a profound bond between teacher and student.

Lin Momo is thinking of Teacher Long, not herself.

I hesitated for a moment before opening the diary. The handwriting was very neat and elegant; it must have been Long Xiyue's.

The diary clearly records events from three years ago to two years ago.

I read it through briefly, hoping to find some clues, but unfortunately, it was just an ordinary diary.

However, at that moment the door was pushed open.

"No! Don't touch that diary! If we release what's inside, we'll all die!"