Chapter 165 Jinjiang
Yan Shixun subconsciously reached out to call out to the Blood Skull, but as soon as he took a step, he watched the Blood Skull melt into the darkness.
At the same time, the sea of blood and evil spirits that had originally retreated in fear because of the talisman in Yan Shixun's hand, seemed to have received some kind of instructions, and surrounded him again, blocking his steps to where the blood skull was.
Under the golden light, the evil ghosts screamed and turned into ashes. The other evil ghosts immediately opened their mouths wide in the sea of blood and swallowed their companions like fish attracted by the bait.
With the nutrients transformed from their companions as bait, the other evil spirits quickly found a new way to gain power.
They pushed the evil ghosts in front of them towards Yan Shixun, turning their companions into ashes under the golden light of the talisman, and then they pounced on them and devoured them...
More and more evil spirits were pushed towards Yan Shixun. Thick flesh and blood piled up under his feet. Wave after wave, completely cutting off the possibility of Yan Shixun leaving behind a bloody skeleton.
Yan Shixun pursed his lips tightly and clenched his teeth to suppress his anger.
But as he stared at the fork in the road where the bloody skull had stood, he suddenly realized something.
The fork in the road where Lan Ze was standing led to the experimental building.
It just happened to be consistent with his previous guess.
It seems that Cheng Jing should be in the experimental building, and everything Lan Ze did was to meet Cheng Jing.
Yan Shixun couldn't quite understand Lan Ze's choice.
He could clearly see that Lan Ze had no sins and he could go to the underworld to be reincarnated. There was no benefit for him to stay in the human world.
But Lan Ze not only chose to stay, his obsession was even strong enough to attract ghost energy, causing the ghost energy leaked from the underworld to merge with Lan Ze.
...If this were the case, the pain and unwillingness would be so intense.
Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment and sighed in his heart at the friendship between Lan Ze and Cheng Jing.
But he quickly retracted his outward emotions, frowned, and activated the talisman with his hand, and golden light became brighter, like a golden crow falling to the earth.
Even the dark boulevard was illuminated.
Suddenly, a sea of blood rolled up and the evil ghosts wailed in pain.
The pain of being burned even exceeded the greed of the evil spirits themselves, making them unable to compete for nutrients from their companions. They fled in all directions like frightened fish, and their instinct for survival made them rush to the depths of the sea of blood.
There was suddenly nothing under Yan Shixun's feet, and the land was so clean as if nothing had happened.
Only the remaining pieces of meat on the Martin boots and the strong smell of blood in the moist soil indicated that what had just happened was not an illusion.
It's like a broken fish tank, all the water flows to other places.
At this moment, screams filled with intense fear suddenly came from the dormitory area behind Yan Shixun.
When Yan Shixun looked up, he saw that in the darkness, the land of the entire campus was like melted asphalt, rolling softly.
Even though the dim light prevented him from seeing what was in the distance, he could still imagine what it was.
——In the sea of blood that was so rich in color that it looked like black, the evil spirits were excited and greedy, scrambling to escape from the sea of blood and flee to the human world.
Wherever the sea of blood passed, ghostly aura spread, silently and rapidly changing the campus.
Within Yan Shixun's field of vision, thick fog rose up, blurring the space of the entire campus.
The green trees under the dormitory building swayed gently in the dark mist, and their branches and leaves danced like ghosts.
Then slowly, it changed its appearance.
The tree trunks peeled off, and the rough bark turned into powder, falling into the thick fog, revealing the smooth bones underneath.
The pale color emitted a cold light in the darkness. Vines stretched out from the ground, climbed up along the tree, and gradually wrapped around and enveloped the entire tree.
From the faint light that came through, Yan Shixun could see the shape of the forest clearly.
Under the vines, pale skeletons merged with the trees, with their skulls hanging silently, staring silently ahead with their empty, dark eye sockets.
Light filtered through the skeleton's sternums. The flesh and blood had long since decayed, leaving only a handful of dry bones, trapped in a cage of vines, wailing in pain day and night but unable to leave.
The resentment and hatred during life and after death gradually fermented, accumulated in the soul, attached to the remains, and turned into a thick ghost aura.
They began to resent—why me, why, I couldn't leave.
So, they turn their eyes to the passers-by, and the vines roll and sneak in the ground, choosing people to bind, wanting to drag the passers-by down to experience the pain they are experiencing.
The entire forest, row upon row of trees, all became cages of bones.
They slowly raised their heads in the thick fog, and the sound of their bones colliding made a "cracking" sound, which was particularly clear and terrifying in the silent campus.
The densely packed empty eye sockets stared silently at the dormitory building in front, focusing on the light coming through from behind the glass.
The teeth and jaws opened and closed, and the "clacking" sound was filled with excitement and resentment that wanted to drag innocent souls into hell.
No one in the dormitory noticed anything unusual outside.
Apart from trying desperately to escape from the danger in front of them, they could no longer spare any energy for other things.
“Fuck it, fuck it! Get out of my way!!!”
The sturdy boy screamed in despair. Extreme fear drove him to break through his fear. He picked up the metal stool next to him and swung it forward, smashing it hard on the monster that wanted to break into the dormitory door. The monster was staggered and took two steps back.
Upon seeing this, the roommate next to him immediately rushed over and took advantage of the opportunity to slam the door shut with a bang. Not only did he lock it immediately, he also gritted his teeth and moved the metal cabinet next to it over to block the door. Only then did he reluctantly breathe a sigh of relief.
"What are we going to do, brother? There are so many bastards out there, it's not a good idea to stay here all the time."
My roommate was worried: "Why don't we call the security department and ask the teachers to come and see what's going on?"
The sturdy boy was breathing heavily, holding a metal stool in his hand, still in shock.
After hearing his roommate's words, the sturdy boy still looked dazed and did not give any answer.
"Brother? Brother?" The roommate raised his hand and pushed him.
The sturdy boy seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and asked tremblingly: "Do you... feel that thing just now is familiar?"
"What the hell? Who would think that bastard monster looks familiar?"
The roommate looked at him strangely: "Are you possessed by something? Tell me! Which family is Hu Huang Bai Liu from?"
"No, just..."
The sturdy boy recalled the scene he had seen before.
When he was passing by the stadium after playing basketball, he suddenly heard exclamations and heart-wrenching screams coming from all around him. He subconsciously raised his eyes and saw a figure falling from the sky in an instant, and "bang!" fell heavily not far in front of him.
Red, white, and a large area of blood.
The skull hit the ground, shattered, and the face split in two.
In that pool of blood and flesh, the light in the man's eyes slowly faded, and his vitality as a human also disappeared, and his face quickly turned pale.
That was the first time he faced death.
He once thought he was fearless, but it was not until that moment that he realized that he was too naive.
Death is...ugly and horrible.
The person who jumped down landed on his head, and his entire face was almost completely destroyed. His unrecognizable face was so distorted that it exceeded the limit of what humans can accept.
The strong boys have a deep memory.
So, after the fear just now slowly subsided, the previous scene reappeared in his mind.
After hearing what he said, his roommate was also surprised: "Fuck, is it the guy who committed suicide before? But he is dead, why is he here?"
But the two looked at each other and slowly realized that something was wrong.
Of course, he would only appear here if he was dead.
This is... haunted!!!
The roommate was shocked and was about to pull the strong boy and say, "Brother, it's easier to jump down from here," when he saw with his sharp eyes that blood was slowly seeping in from the door lock of their dormitory.
“Tick-tock.”
“Tick…”
The muscular boy's entire body froze.
He turned his head like a robot, with a horrified look in his eyes.
But a scream, gradually getting lower, came from outside.
The two of them quickly turned around and saw something flash past the balcony. Screams of "Ahhh!" came from near and far.
Two seconds later, a loud crash came from below.
The two looked at each other, then quickly ran to the balcony and looked down.
A man was lying on the asphalt road below in a spread-eagle position with his limbs twisted, motionless.
A pool of blood slowly spread from under the man, staining his white clothes red.
And from upstairs, a mournful cry rang out, echoing through the dormitory area: "Brother!!!"
The sturdy boy gasped and was about to ask his roommate if this person had also seen a ghost and was so scared that he committed suicide, when he saw the ground below the dormitory building slowly moving, and the black color quickly swallowed up the person who jumped down.
In a flash, it disappeared.
The two said in unison: "F*ck!"
If it weren't for the mournful cry still echoing over the dormitory area, the two would have almost thought that the scene just now was an illusion.
Standing on the balcony, they also saw someone running out of the dormitory building's door in fear, and the bright light in the hall illuminated a silhouette.
The man seemed to have encountered something horrible and was so scared that he collapsed. Only the instinct to escape drove him to run forward desperately.
Seeing that person about to run down the stairs of the dormitory building, the sturdy boy remembered the strange scene he had just seen and couldn't help but raise his voice to remind the other person: "Hey..."
However, just as he started to speak, the man had already stepped onto the ground outside the dormitory building.
The next second, the man lowered his body and rushed forward quickly as if he had stepped into a swamp.
Then countless darkness rushed up one after another and pulled the man into the ground.
In an instant, darkness surged.
However, the man's screams and flesh and blood were all devoured.
Deathly silence spread in the dormitory. Although the two were wearing thick clothes, they still felt the bone-chilling coldness slowly penetrated their clothes and spread inside, making them shiver with cold.
They realized that this was no longer a simple haunting, or just the two of them being unlucky enough to encounter a ghost.
I'm afraid something strange has happened in the entire dormitory area.
There are dangers all around them.
The roommate hissed twice and immediately gave up his idea of pulling the sturdy boy to jump down from the balcony to avoid the ghost. He turned around and rushed to the door.
The muscular boy was surprised: "What are you doing?"
"You bastard! Can a living person be suffocated to death by urine? I'm going to fight that damn thing!"
The roommate resolutely picked up the huge colorful flag pole used in the sports meeting next to him. His blood boiled to his heart, and he didn't care about the bloodstains on the door lock and opened the door.
Before the ghost outside the door, whose head had exploded after jumping off the building, could react, the roommate had already gathered his energy, shouted loudly, and then poked over with a long pole.
Then the next second, the long pole pierced through the ghost's chest and stuck on the wall opposite the corridor.
The ghost's shattered face slowly raised up, and looked from the wooden pole in front of his chest to his roommate who was standing right opposite him with his face close to his.
roommate:"…………"
Oh no.
He barely suppressed the nausea that was surging in his heart, and without changing his expression, he pulled up the sturdy boy who was still in a daze next to him and ran out of the door.
The two figures passed through the door as quickly as the wind.
The ghost turned stiffly and looked at the backs of the two people.
Then it stood on tiptoe, effortlessly removed itself from the long pole, and floated lightly and quickly in the direction where the two people were escaping.
The roommate only felt a cold breath approaching rapidly from behind them, making his scalp numb.
The strong boy was still confused.
But as the two of them ran quickly, his sight slid across the dormitories on both sides, and suddenly he realized that it was not only them who encountered ghosts, but all the dormitories in the dormitory building as well.
The doors of some dormitories were open, and there was blood on the floor tiles, but the houses were empty and no one knew what happened to those people now.
At the corner of the corridor, the two men failed to brake in time and ran face to face with a figure in the shadows in the corner.
The figure was incomplete, wearing clothes that were decades old, and his face was stiff and pale.
The two were caught off guard by such a face and were so frightened that their hearts almost stopped beating.
The roommate was stunned for a moment, then decisively pulled the strong boy and ran over faster to prevent the thing behind them from catching up with them.
"Where are we going?"
The sturdy boy watched the situation along the way, especially when he saw a familiar-looking man running screaming from the end of the corridor, but was still stabbed in the heart by the ghost who caught up with him from behind. Fresh blood splattered on the snow-white wall. The "puff!" sound of the blood spurting out was so clear that it made him despair.
"That's it. I give up."
The sturdy boy looked pale and slowed down, giving up on himself: "What's the point of running? No one can save us, and we have nowhere to go."
"Instead of running so hard, it's better to find a place to wait for death quietly."
As he said that, the sturdy boy was about to touch his phone with his head down. “Let me play one last game before I die. I want to become a king. If I can’t become a king, I won’t be willing to die.”
The roommate was also dragged to a stop.
He looked back with a dazed expression at his classmate and good friend whom he had known for four years, not knowing how to persuade him.
Yes, where to run?
The roommate felt confused.
If he is given a goal, he is willing to give everything to work towards that clear direction, even if it means gritting his teeth and risking his life.
He has never been afraid of hardship. He studied so hard during his three years of high school that he almost died of sudden death. He then fought his way back from the bottom of the class to become the top student in the city and was admitted to Binhai University. The words "giving up" and "despair" do not exist in his life dictionary.
But now, he has no goal.
The road is right under my feet, but I don’t know which direction it is.
But...now, where is the safe place?
The roommate looked around and saw that the surrounding dormitories were either dead silent or had their doors wide open. The strong smell of blood and rust floated in the corridor. Screams came from upstairs and downstairs, echoing in the empty corridor, filled with panic and fear.
Outside the dormitory building, one could still hear screams and cries for help that suddenly stopped, as well as the survivors' heart-wrenching shouts to remind everyone not to leave the dormitory building, saying that the ground outside was not ground, but was full of ghosts and blood everywhere.
Everyone was in chaos.
Panic spread quickly.
It was as if everywhere was a hunting ground for evil spirits. They were just rabbits driven into the hunting ground, trembling as they waited for death to come. Using their fear before death to please the hunters was their only remaining value.
The roommate turned around and met the eyes of the ferocious ghost chasing him, but he had lost the strength to struggle.
He stood there dejectedly, listening to the sturdy boy beside him muttering about which skin, which fragment and which hero he should have bought if he had known he would die today...
The next second, just as the ghost was getting closer and closer to the two of them, the door of the dormitory next to them suddenly opened, and a pair of hands stretched out, grabbed their collars accurately, and threw them directly into the dormitory.
Then with a "bang", the dormitory was locked.
The sturdy boy raised his eyes, blinked, and looked forward blankly.
The roommate looked at him in confusion, not knowing what had happened and why they suddenly came into the dormitory.
"No, I just want to ask, are you idiots?" The boy next to them rubbed his wrist and asked the two of them with gritted teeth: "Seeing a ghost running towards you, what are you thinking? Are you tired of living?"
The roommate slowly came to his senses and realized that he was rescued.
He looked around and found that the stools under the four beds were full of people. Even the floor had people sitting with their knees hugged. It was crowded, as if all the people around had gathered in this dormitory.
roommate:"……?"
There were sounds of ghosts "ho ho" and banging on the door outside, but it only caused the door panel to vibrate and failed to break in.
"This is..." The roommate asked hesitantly, "What's going on?"
The boy raised his chin and motioned him to look behind the door.
When the roommate looked in the direction he was looking, he saw a cinnabar yellow talisman pasted on the door. There was a mysterious and strange pattern drawn on it. At this time, the lines on it were emitting a bright red light, which firmly stuck to the door panel.
The roommate was confused.
He felt that his worldview had almost collapsed all the way from the time he was nearly killed by a dead man with a blasted brain who broke into his dormitory to now when he was watching a piece of paper glowing with his own eyes.
The sturdy boy asked tremblingly: "Well, is this the yellow talisman used by Taoist priests in the movies? Really?"
The boy was amused: "There are ghosts outside the house, and you actually asked me if the yellow talisman is real?"
The sturdy boy was embarrassed: "My brain was so scared that I couldn't react for a while."
The boy quickly explained the situation on his side.
He was studying in the dormitory when he suddenly heard screams of someone jumping from the building outside. Then he realized there was a ghost outside the dormitory.
Just as he was wondering why the ghosts didn't come into his dormitory to attack him, he suddenly saw the yellow talisman taped to the door.
This was because he had helped someone before, and that person said "no cause and effect", so he gave him the yellow talisman as a return gift. He didn't care about it. When he returned to the dormitory, he thought the yellow talisman was quite beautiful. When he looked at it carefully, he found it had an ancient folk beauty, so he just pasted it on the door as a decoration.
Unexpectedly, it would come in handy at this moment today.
Because of the yellow talisman, the ghosts would not rush in, so he brought all the people from the surrounding dormitories into his own dormitory for refuge.
He just heard the familiar game startup prelude music and realized there were people outside, so he quickly opened the door and pulled the two idiots in.
Roommate: …It’s me, the silly goose.
His gaze silently shifted to the sturdy boy next to him.
The sturdy boy lowered his head and watched the game silently.
…either love or the game saved their lives.
What is this called? When people are faced with despair, hope will arise?
The roommate quickly grasped the point: "You said someone gave you the yellow talisman? Who? Is he still in school?"
The roommate was extremely worried. He thought that a yellow talisman was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. He would have to find the person who drew the talisman to put his mind at ease.
The boy did not hide anything and said straightforwardly, "He is in our dormitory building, a freshman in the School of Finance, his name is Yan Shixun."
"It seems like his family has inherited something. I gave him the knowledge materials I compiled when I was a freshman. I won't be using them anyway, so I thought it wouldn't go to waste. I compiled them very well. Back then, the whole department was vying to borrow them from me to make copies."
The boy said, "I didn't expect that this junior looks fierce and hard to mess with, but he is actually very polite. Not only did he thank me, he also gave me a talisman as a thank you gift."
"Yan Shixun."
My roommate has repeated this name several times and I always feel like I've heard it somewhere before.
But a loud "bang" interrupted his thoughts.
Everyone in the dormitory looked towards the door in unison.
Then they were horrified to find that the yellow talisman was actually slowly burning along the bright red lines.
It was as if it had exhausted all its effects and turned into a pile of shredded paper.
The situation in which a piece of fragile talisman paper could make the door so hard that it could not be destroyed is gone forever.
The ghosts outside kept hitting the door panels, and grooves were smashed into the metal panels.
The people in the room were trembling and huddled together.
"Is our school a shoddy construction?" Someone was crying: "Is it made of paper? It's too fragile!"
Everyone stared at the door intently. The sense of security they had just felt after finding a safe area with great difficulty was gone, and everyone's heart was in their throat.
The roommate thought about it and immediately suggested, "Let's go find that Yan Shixun! Since a talisman can have such an effect, then he who drew the talisman can definitely protect our safety better."
The boy smiled bitterly: "Xiaodi Yan has a bad temper. If you rush up to him for no reason and ask him to help you, he won't even look at you."
The roommate was about to say something when he suddenly heard a scream from outside the door.
"Oh my god! Brother Yan, look at that dormitory, there's a ghost banging on the door! So scary."
Brother Yan? Yan?
The roommate hurriedly caught the word, but before he could figure it out, he suddenly discovered that the door was no longer ringing.
It was as if something outside the door was attracted by something and left the room.
Such unknown silence is so terrifying that it is suffocating.
Several people in the dormitory were feeling uneasy and couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.
But soon, a low, magnetic voice was faintly heard from outside the door. The words were clearly pronounced and the sound was like a bell. It almost instantly penetrated all external objects and reached the soul.
"The spiritual treasure talisman declares to the nine heavens... slay demons and bind evil spirits, and save thousands of people!"
Following the loud shout, everyone felt a chill and a cool feeling spread from the top of their heads downwards. Their souls, which had been violently shaken by the shock, also calmed down again.
And the eerie coldness that frightened everyone before gradually dissipated.
Several people didn't dare to breathe and stared at the door, not knowing what was happening in the quiet corridor.
Didn't keep them waiting too long.
A few seconds later, a deep and firm sound of footsteps was heard.
Then, several people watched as the door lock opened by itself with a click.
Everyone: “!!!”
They were so frightened that their hair stood up.
But the next moment, the door was slowly pushed open, and a slender figure appeared in front of everyone.
The man was wearing a black tank top that showed off his strong muscles, and a platinum jacket on the outside, which looked like the style of the School of Finance.
The man's hair was scattered on his temples, and his eyes, half hidden in the shadows, were sharp, with a murderous intent that could scare away ghosts and gods. The sharp light that had not dissipated made it almost impossible for people to look him in the eye.
"Is anyone hurt?" The man had an indifferent expression and a calm voice, as if he had long been accustomed to such scenes and showed no fear at all.
Everyone in the dormitory was stunned for a moment, and the boy who had saved the lives of others with the talisman suddenly exclaimed: "Yan Shixun!"
The young Yan Shixun held the door frame with his hands, turned his eyes indifferently, then raised his eyebrows and recognized the other person.
"It's you, Yan Shixun!" the boy said excitedly, "Great, we just said we wanted to go find you!"
"I don't know what happened. Suddenly these scary things appeared, and the ground outside became strange. We were scared to death..."
The boy walked towards the door while talking.
Then, he subconsciously looked out through the gap beside Yan Shixun.
In the corridor, the white floor tiles were covered with black and red blood, with pale human bones scattered among them, minced meat scattered in the pool of blood, and inorganic eyeballs fallen to the ground, looking straight up.
The scene was horrifying.
Amid the thick smell of blood, the boy suddenly became speechless.
He looked weird, with a frown and a distorted expression, as if he was trying hard to endure something. But the next second, he still let out a "Ugh!" and hurried back to find a washbasin.
Hearing the sound and the sour smell that filled the dormitory, although everyone did not see what was happening outside, their faces looked gloomy and they looked like they wanted to run away, but they were also afraid that there were ghosts outside.
The young Yan Shixun had no intention of comforting the boy. He lowered his eyes and glanced at everyone in the dormitory, and was about to close the door again.
"Wait, wait!" The roommate summoned up the courage to ask, "Can we follow you? It's really too dangerous now. There are ghosts everywhere outside."
With the first person taking the lead, others soon followed suit.
The young Yan Shixun frowned with a headache, feeling that he was probably facing three hundred chirping sparrows.
"Okay."
He spoke calmly.
The sound was not loud, but it immediately made the dormitory quiet.
Everyone looked at Yan Shixun eagerly. This peace seemed so precious against the backdrop of the screams outside.
"You guys are following me like a bunch of people. Am I a greedy snake? The longer you walk, the longer you get."
Yan Shixun said indifferently: "Stay here and don't leave. I will ensure your safety."
After saying that, Yan Shixun closed the door neatly, blocking out the sour and stinky smell of vomiting.
He used his sharp teeth to bite a gash on his slender finger, and then used the blood to quickly draw a talisman on the door panel.
Yan Shixun whispered softly: "People are like a piece of paper between us, ghosts are like a mountain between us, a thousand evils cannot break through, ten thousand evils cannot break through."
As soon as he finished speaking, the talisman on the door panel glowed with golden light and then dimmed again.
But the entire door panel is very different at this moment and has become extremely solid.
After doing all this, the young Yan Shixun turned his head indifferently and looked at the ground around him.
The evil ghost that was chasing ordinary students just now has now turned into a pool of minced meat on the ground, unable to do evil anymore.
But the white walls were still splattered with blood, which dripped slowly. The silent corridor was filled with horror.
Zhang Wubing, who was hiding not far from Yan Shixun but didn't dare to get too close to him, came over tremblingly and asked tentatively: "Yan, Brother Yan? Where are we going now?"
The screams from outside the dormitory building were still being heard, and some students had spontaneously organized themselves to guard the doors of the dormitory building, trying to prevent anyone else from foolishly rushing out.
But they have no experience and don’t know that when people are frightened, they are likely to do all kinds of irrational things.
Then, screams and voices of persuasion intertwined, and some people cried out in collapse: "I told you! I told you not to go out, don't go out! Outside, there is no road outside, it's full of ghosts!!"
Zhang Wubing looked out through the glass window next to him with fear and trepidation, feeling anxious and sad.
He has been haunted by ghosts since he was born, and encounters ghosts more often than eating. He has been able to survive to this day thanks to the meticulous protection of his elders and the masters he hired with his strong financial resources.
Even after entering college, if he had not happened to be assigned to the same dormitory with Yan Shixun, he would have died that afternoon.
But even so, Zhang Wubing had never seen such a scene.
He always thought that encountering ghosts was his own business.
But he never expected that he would be able to see ghosts on such a large scale in his lifetime.
It was simply like all the evil spirits had come out in droves and hell had reappeared on earth.
Zhang Wubing was nervous. He reached out his hand hesitantly and carefully grabbed Yan Shixun's sleeve.
"Brother Yan, something seems to have happened outside. Should we go take a look?"
There was no need for Zhang Wubing to tell him that Yan Shixun had never let down his guard.
After jumping off the balcony, Yan Shixun realized that there might be a future self of his appearing here.
If Doraemon had not really become a reality a few years later, or if the time machine had not been successfully invented, there would only be one possibility - the great way would have collapsed, and the yin and yang of heaven and earth would have been messed up.
That’s why people from the future can go back to the past and even appear in his dormitory.
Just when Yan Shixun was about to leave the dormitory downstairs where he had lost any trace of his future self, he heard screams coming from his own dormitory upstairs.
Then, Zhang Wubing hung on the balcony sobbing, his legs flapping constantly on the balcony, as if he wanted to jump down but didn't dare to.
Yan Shixun soon learned from Zhang Wubing that there was a ghost outside his dormitory trying to break into the room, and the wardrobe suddenly opened by itself, and a ghost face emerged from it.
The only savior that the frightened Zhang Wubing could think of was Yan Shixun who lived downstairs.
So when he couldn't get through the door, he ran to the balcony and wanted to imitate Yan Shixun and jump off the balcony.
But he ignored the fact that his physical fitness was totally incomparable to Yan Shixun's, and the rookie could only hang on the balcony, swaying in the wind.
Yan Shixun, who had listened to the whole story, walked over speechlessly, stretched out his arms, hugged Zhang Wubing's legs, and easily brought down the fool hanging in the air.
Before Zhang Wubing could even cry and thank him, he threw it on the ground.
Zhang Wubing, who was stunned by the fall: QAQ.
After opening the door, the young Yan Shixun keenly discovered——
The world before his eyes had undergone some dangerous changes.
A chilly aura emanated from all the shadows and corners, ghosts lurked in them, evil ghosts with broken limbs rustled on the walls and ceilings, and in the neglected corners, grim and dead eyes stared at him...
Evil spirits come from all directions and besiege the living.
Just as the heaven and earth once severely punished evil, imprisoning them in the endless hell and preventing them from being reincarnated.
But now, the evil spirits are retaliating, and all the evil spirits fermenting in the souls burst out to take revenge on the world, and want to drag the living people into the hell where they were once trapped.
The young Yan Shixun took Zhang Wubing with him, slaying ghosts and exorcising evil spirits along the way. When the talismans were used up, he bit his fingertips, used his own blood instead of cinnabar, and drew talismans out of thin air.
The young man's eyebrows were sharp and unrestrained, bright as a knife.
The path he walked on was left with only the remains of evil ghosts, and the ghost energy gradually dissipated in the air.
As for those students who were still alive, Yan Shixun casually threw them into the dormitory next door. After closing the door and drawing a talisman, he continued walking down with an expressionless face.
Zhang Wubing was so confused by the number of people Yan Shixun had saved along the way.
He followed Yan Shixun and puffed out his chest with pride as if he was honored.
——Did you see this golden guy? Awesome Glass, big thigh, mine, hehe.
Zhang Wubing thought happily, if he could stay with Yan Shixun for the rest of his life, holding on to Yan Shixun's thigh tightly, would he still worry about not being able to keep him alive?
If this can be achieved, he is willing to call Brother Yan dad for life!
The young Yan Shixun didn't care what Zhang Wubing was thinking. He looked out the window with a frown, and the ominous feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
He realized that as time went by, the ghost energy became stronger and stronger, and those ghosts changed from the soul state that would shatter at the slightest touch in the beginning to the real entities that could kill people today.
We can't delay any longer, we must find a way to stop the spread of this.
"The future 'me'..."
Yan Shixun chuckled softly.
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