This was a very old-fashioned teaching building. Fang Zong and his two companions went upstairs together and inspected each side of the building.
Fang Zong entered a room that clearly had a long history; the walls were mottled, and things kept falling from the roof.
Sometimes it's a rat, sometimes a spider, and sometimes a bat, but they all have one thing in common: their bodies are dried out.
At the same time, "Waaah...waaah..."
A soft sob reached my ears.
"Why me? Why me?"
The sound seemed to come from the left and right, east and west, as if it were coming from another row of rooms, or perhaps right at the front door of this room.
What's even more terrifying is that the sound seems to be coming from right in the center of the room.
But looking at it, there was only a desk with a small mirror on it, and nothing else.
"Interesting." Fang Zong chuckled, feeling a sense of déjà vu, like watching a 3D ghost movie.
Xue Nuo felt a little creeped out, touched her arm, and comforted herself with a strawberry-flavored ice cream. As for Li Xiaoran, her face remained icy, and Fang Zong could tell the meaning behind that cold expression—
No matter what you are, kill anyone who comes out!
"Hey, can you not be so violent?" Fang Zong glanced at the eight long swords on Li Xiaoran's back.
"Okay!" Li Xiaoran agreed readily.
Afterwards, Xue Nuo guarded the door, Li Xiaoran stood beside him ready to assist, and Fang Zong went to the desk and picked up a small mirror covered in dust.
The mirror has a red plastic base, which would have been considered quite fashionable and appropriate before the liberation, considering that many people still used large bronze mirrors back then.
Fang Zong observed for a moment and concluded that the sound wasn't coming from the mirror; apart from some dust, the mirror seemed otherwise normal. He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, and the air seemed to suddenly turn cold.
A figure appeared in the mirror—no, it was a person!
It was him!
Fang Zong's shadow emerged from the mirror and slowly walked towards him, a stiff smile on his face. Fang Zong could hardly believe his eyes; a sense of terror surged from the top of his head, filling the entire room.
The 'self' in the mirror kept moving closer to him, floating and swaying, and then, a fair and delicate hand reached out.
"Crack!" Fang Zong crushed the mirror and pulled his hand out as well. "The horror movie is over."
Xue Nuo munched on her ice cream and asked, "What horror movie?"
Fang Zong swung the arm he had pulled out of the mirror—a severed arm, fair and delicate, with a faint scent of soap: "That horror movie I just watched! I thought it would be interesting when someone showed up who looked exactly like me, but then she turned into a beautiful female ghost. How cliché!"
"Then what?"
"This is a severed arm."
Fang Zong gripped the back of the severed arm, as if half an arm had grown back in his hand, and laughed, "There's no ghostly aura on it, but it feels like it will never rot. It shouldn't be an ordinary thing. Who wants it?"
The two women immediately shook their heads.
Fang Zong thought for a moment and touched the outer pocket of his coat.
Lux said that the thing Peter asked her to bring him was the coat he was wearing now.
The fabric, made from special fibers that have undergone 800 cycles of hot and cold treatment, is fireproof, moisture-proof, and puncture-resistant. In addition, it is purely handmade, making it elegant and sophisticated.
The pocket is divided into six layers, each of which can be taken out and turned into a microfiber isolation bag with a diameter of one meter. It is simply the best equipment for robbery, murder, and even disposing of corpses.
"This thing can block some of the ghostly energy, but I think it's best for pretending to be a corpse."
Fang Zong put the severed hand inside and wrapped it up haphazardly.
Then, by pushing off with his feet, he smashed through the wall and ended up in another room.
The first one,
The second one,
The third one!
The teaching building dates back to before the liberation, with three floors and only six or seven rooms on each floor. Fang Zong simply opened all the 'doors,' and the space was bright and airy from front to back.
Li Xiaoran glanced around and shook his head, saying, "There's nothing on this floor. Shall we go up to the next floor?"
"No need!" Fang Zong laughed, and fiery red smoke rose from his body.
The male energy of the dragon condenses into clouds, which are then ignited by the three fires within the human body, burning instantly.
Flames roared, and clouds billowed in the sky!
Li Xiaoran's eyes immediately lit up. Fang Zong's actions were decisive!
The old buildings, the schools here, were all demolished long ago. The current Kaiming Middle School, inside and out, doesn't have a single brick that actually exists. Burned by Fang Zong's flames, it's like a dying beast having its claws and teeth pulled out, letting out a ferocious and terrifying roar.
Then suddenly, the ceiling rose!
The scenery before me has changed. It's still the same classroom, but the ceiling is over ten meters high, and the surrounding walls have been moved outwards, creating a spacious area of over a thousand square meters.
The male yang energy could no longer burn, so Fang Zong wanted to jump up and continue burning, but suddenly paused and looked towards the middle desk.
There was another person next to the desk, a woman, dressed in old-fashioned student clothes, with neat short hair, holding a book and reading.
The surrounding lights were off, except for the candle burning on the woman's table, casting a dim, yellowish glow. The woman held a book in one hand, her other arm free.
"Atop the desolate fortress, from the perilous pavilion one can gaze into the distance, silently overlooking the misty islet."
The woman turned her head and her eyes lit up when she saw Fang Zong. She smiled at him and said, "Our meeting was a meeting of kindred spirits, the beginning of our destiny in this life; our affection is like falling flowers and flowing water."
"Hehe." Fang Zong just smiled.
Xue Nuo blinked as she looked the woman up and down, then suddenly said, "This is a middle school student from before Liberation? She must have been eighteen when she died, right?"
“I’ve said before that the era was different from ours; the middle school students were a bit too old.”
Fang Zong thought for a moment and added, "And very artsy, to the point of being insane!"
According to Fang Zong, this woman was of average appearance.
Well, she was actually quite pretty, but Fang Zong was used to seeing beautiful women, so he didn't care about her anymore.
Forget about Sophia, and don't even compare her to Li Xiaoran or Xue Nuo. This woman looks even less attractive than Sun Zhilan.
Her eyes and brows carried a lonely, desolate, and cold look, a deathly paleness that could definitely evoke a man's strong desire to protect her.
"You are the one I have been waiting for for eighty years."
The other person stood up and walked towards Fang Zong, his brows and eyes filled with sorrow and pain: "At dusk, the east wind blows and the birds cry mournfully; the falling flowers are like the person who fell from the building. Eighty years ago, I took a leap because the country was broken and I could not live alone. When I woke up, I could not find my arm. I swore that whoever finds my arm will have my heart."
Fang Zong was speechless. He looked at the bag he was carrying, and without saying a word, he threw it to Li Xiaoran: "It's yours!"
Li Xiaoran subconsciously drew his sword, but remembering Fang Zong's words, "Don't be too violent," he tossed it to Xue Nuo.
'Crack!' A flash of electricity.
Half of his arm was blown into black smoke.
Fang Zong immediately smiled, clapped his hands, and gestured to the female ghost, "Your heart is gone."
The female ghost looked completely bewildered, a sinister glint in her eyes, yet she still reached out her only hand to the other. Her face was filled with sorrow, like a delicate lotus leaf withered by a cold wind.
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