Another employee was walking down the stairs from the eleventh floor to the twelfth floor for a meeting when he felt a cold hand grab his ankle. He immediately rolled down the stairs and broke his leg.
Upon hearing Song Chongwen's words, everyone's expressions turned serious.
Since someone has been injured and bleeding, this matter is serious.
Song Chongwen was extremely worried. No matter how much he didn't believe in superstitions, he had no choice but to try. That's why he asked the program team for help, and to his surprise, he was selected.
The group took the elevator to the eleventh floor. The office was brightly lit, and many people were still working overtime.
It was originally an employee who suggested to Song Chongwen that they could ask the "Zhan Ling" program team for help, and everyone was very excited when they were actually selected.
As soon as the crew walked in, they exclaimed with delight.
"Junior Sister! I'm your fan!" a female employee shouted at Cheng Jingru.
"Junior sister, can I get your autograph?" a male employee asked.
He took out a pen and paper and asked Cheng Jingru for an autograph, probably trying to get closer to her. He said to Cheng Jingru, "You are even prettier in person than in the video. That guy who only did three divinations was just trying to take advantage of you because you look young. Who doesn't know what a sleazy old man is thinking?"
Mingzhuo walked in at that moment; she had just wandered around the elevator and the hallway.
The male employee wanted to say a few more words to Cheng Jingru, but when he looked up and saw Ming Zhuo, his eyes lit up.
He's a sucker for good looks, and I felt like my heart had been struck. Oh my god, she's so beautiful!
"And this is...?"
Mingzhuo glanced at the other person and said meaningfully, "I only do three divinations."
Male employee: "..."
Seeing the shock on his face, you could tell he didn't know about tonight's live stream.
Several employees have recently resigned, leaving a lot of work behind, which has caused the remaining employees to work overtime every day.
Everyone was working overtime in a state of anxiety, only thinking about finishing their work as quickly as possible and leaving. They had no time to watch the live stream, so they were completely unaware of what was happening online.
After signing her name, Cheng Jingru suddenly gripped the pen tightly with her fingers.
She felt extremely embarrassed and would rather these people not be her fans than be repeatedly compared and ridiculed.
Cai Wenhua stepped forward, his face serious: "The yin energy here is very strong. You should leave work quickly and not linger here."
Master Yuanhui also held his prayer beads, his expression solemn. "The energy of this building is very strange. I'm afraid tonight will be very dangerous. Ordinary people should not stay here any longer."
Song Chongwen's expression changed slightly, and he quickly urged, "Everyone, hurry up and get off work."
Urged by several managers, the employees shut down their computers and left in groups.
The contestants also began to move around the office to check the situation.
The show's cameras followed them, recording each person's performance. At this time, each contestant's individual live stream room was also opened, making it convenient for fans to watch their favorite contestants.
Mingzhuo went downstairs to see everyone off, and when he saw that no one was there, he turned around and prepared to go back upstairs.
Just then, someone behind him asked in confusion, "Master Ruan, aren't you taking the elevator?"
Mingzhuo suddenly said out of the blue, "The production team must have received more than just Mr. Song's requests. If it were just ordinary evil spirits hurting people, there would be no need to bring so many people here."
Luo Wenxin sighed: "As expected, nothing can be hidden from you."
He walked over to Mingzhuo and glanced at the dark stairwell. Despite it being the middle of summer, it felt strangely cold.
"Actually, the other client is the owner of this building. He provided another strange story. More than ten years ago, a man had an affair with a female colleague. The two openly appeared together, abandoning his wife and children. His wife was raising two children in her hometown. She only came to his door when she was really desperate, and was even humiliated by the man and his mistress."
"My wife left silently that day, and the next day she started bringing me lunch to the company every day. Everyone thought she was spineless, that she was being bullied like this and still wouldn't divorce him and beg him to change his mind. Who knew that she had poisoned the food? That noon, the man and his mistress ate the food she made and died on the spot."
"The mistress was the company boss's daughter. The boss ordered the security guards to arrest her. The wife rushed into the stairwell, poured gasoline on herself, and spontaneously combusted."
"Later, people in the building reported seeing the wife. The company boss then hired someone to suppress the wife in the stairwell, so that she would never be able to get out for all eternity, and would experience the pain of being burned to death again and again."
"The building's owner later hired a master to change the seal, saying that he had released his wife."
"However, some people say that the female ghost is still lost in the stairwell, unable to leave or find release."
At this point, Luo Wenxin covered her mouth and nose with a folding fan and whispered, "Legend has it that at night, the corridors of this building connect to the eighteenth level of hell. If anyone walks in, they will be taken to the eighteenth level of hell by that female ghost."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind blew through the corridor, making the dark corridor even more eerie.
Mingzhuo seemed not to have heard his last sentence, and stepped onto the stairs. After a few steps, he realized that the person behind him hadn't followed, so he turned around and asked, "Which floor?"
Luo Wenxin: "Huh?"
Mingzhuo glanced at him and said, "Never mind."
He then went upstairs, clearly intending to check the situation himself.
Luo Wenxin hurriedly followed, "Seventh floor!"
The empty sound of their footsteps echoed in the corridor. Every time Mingzhuo reached a floor, he would push open the heavy fire door and take a look.
Once you get here, it becomes clear that the building's decor is quite dated, with wallpaper still covering many of the walls, giving it a distinctly rural aesthetic.
Every floor near the elevator has been rented out, but the stairwell they walk through is not connected to the elevator; it is located in the middle of the building.
So most of the spaces near the hallway were unrented, and it was quiet all around. Through the glass door, you could see the old, worn-out desks, chairs, and equipment inside.
After surveying each floor, the two returned to the stairwell and continued upwards.
Luo Wenxin suddenly perked up her ears: "Master Ruan, did you hear that? There are footsteps."
He was a little nervous, and stopped waving his folding fan. "Could that rumor be true?"
Mingzhuo looked up and said, "The atmosphere here is definitely off, but there are no ghosts up there."
Upon hearing the first half of her sentence, Luo Wenxin almost grabbed her folding fan as a weapon, but paused for a moment when she heard the second half.
"Master Ruan! Professor Luo! What are you doing here?" A head popped out from above, looking at the two with surprise.
The two groups met up shortly afterward. There were three contestants in total: Cheng Jingru and Cai Wenhua, along with a cameraman.
The person who just spoke is named Qiao Song, and he is a sorcerer.
He explained that they noticed a stairwell here, and when the fire door was opened, Cheng Jingru said something was wrong, so they went down to take a look.
Unexpectedly, I ran into two consultants.
Qiao Song asked curiously, "Why did you two come up with the idea of climbing stairs?"
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