The spiritual energy has been restored?
He Feiang was the one who had just called Zhang Jiazhi. He had only intended to sound out the situation, but he ended up getting a thorough dressing-down.
The call was even hung up on prematurely.
I wasn't in a good mood either, so why pretend to be high and mighty?
He checked the time; it was about time for today. He figured the boss's hard work should end here.
He then pushed open the door and went out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to give everyone a pie-in-the-sky encouragement, claiming that he was going out for business negotiations and hoping that everyone would continue to work hard to create a better future for the company.
When I got out of the company building, I found out that the elevator was broken and I had to take the emergency exit stairs down.
He Feiang patted non-existent dust off his shoulders, trying to shake off this bad luck. He really didn't know what kind of Mercury retrograde he was experiencing today. First, he was scolded by a hypocrite, and then the elevator broke down.
Tsk, I'm not pleased.
"It's the 10th floor!" He Feiang yawned, swinging his car keychain. In order to get home as soon as possible, he had no choice but to walk down the stairs himself.
On his way downstairs, the stairwell lights seemed to be having a problem, flickering intermittently. He Feiang didn't pay much attention to it; he was still thinking of calling his wife to ask what they were having for dinner.
Just then, the lights flickered and went dark, followed by a loud clap of thunder that startled He Feiang.
The flash of lightning illuminated the hallway briefly before disappearing.
Even the most carefree He Feiang should have felt a chill run down his spine by now. He stopped himself from calling his wife, and in the dim light of his phone screen, he saw that he was still...
Holy crap? Why are we still on the ninth floor??
Didn't he just go down several floors?
That can't be just a misperception, can it?
He Feiang felt even more uneasy. He didn't dare to go any further and immediately decided to push open the door and go outside into the stairwell.
He's not some dim-witted horror movie protagonist who insists on finding out the truth.
But the door seemed welded to the wall; no matter how hard he pushed or pulled, he couldn't open it. Finally, He Feiang lost his temper and kicked it, cursing furiously, but no one paid him any attention.
He Feiang pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear something.
But outside, it was unusually quiet.
The silence made He Feiang feel uneasy. He suddenly realized that he was running up one floor from the 9th floor, which should be his own company.
This building only has 10 floors in total, which doesn't make sense.
He Feiang hesitated as he looked down through the gap in the handrail. Layer upon layer, circle upon circle, he couldn't count how many layers there were.
Looking up, you see the same scene.
The sound of a heartbeat seemed to drive the eardrums, making the thumping even more excessive.
He ran up and down the stairwell, but couldn't get out. Walking close to the wall didn't work, and even closing his eyes... well, he still didn't dare to walk with his eyes closed.
The phone lines were down, there was no signal at all, it felt like I had entered another dimension, isolated from the world.
The lights at the stairwell started flashing more frequently, flickering on and off, which was quite frightening.
The lights will go out as long as He Feiang doesn't make a sound.
So even though he was very tired, he still had to keep making noise.
In this unstable world, only the little green figure that marks the safe exit emits a steady, gentle green light.
He Feiang was on the verge of collapse. He couldn't get out of here and had no contact with the outside world. It was as if he had entered another dimension.
He sat down, feeling utterly hopeless.
This kind of lonely despair is hard to describe in words.
Fortunately, the time on his phone was not disturbed, but this only made He Feiang more uneasy, watching the time slip away while he was still trapped in this place.
As the saying goes, when a person is alone and falls into negative emotions, he will gradually tend to self-destruct.
Although He Feiang's crime did not warrant this, he was clearly on the verge of collapse, and even began recording his last words for his beloved wife.
I didn't even kiss my wife when I left home this morning. Who would have thought that would be the last time I saw her?
He Feiang, who usually prides himself on being a tough man who doesn't easily shed tears, is now crying like a dog.
He cried as he gave his last words to his wife.
"I had some savings saved up in a bank card, the password is ******. I was planning to save enough to buy you a new house, but I didn't have time, sob sob sob. You mustn't forget me, even if you remarry, you can't forget me... Remember to burn paper money for me every Qingming Festival, although I don't know if I can receive it in this place..."
"Honey, I really love you so much. We haven't even gone to see the lavender fields in Country X together yet, sob sob..."
It's clear that although He Feiang isn't a good person, he's definitely a hopeless romantic.
"It seems we've gone a bit too far..." The innocent masterminds exchanged bewildered glances.
"How about we unblock it? Otherwise, it would be bad if Mr. Jiang held us accountable. Tears are a bad thing, and I think he also felt guilty."
This statement was met with approval from everyone, and they hurriedly left the crime scene in a flurry.
So... He Feiang sent his incoherent and tearful last words to his wife, Huang Xinrong.
After a chaotic commotion, Huang Xinrong, company employees, and the police finally found He Feiang, who was secretly weeping and on the verge of collapse, on the -2 floor.
When He Feiang was found, his eyes were still red.
Among the vast crowd, he only looked at his wife, and then felt extremely wronged. He rushed over and hugged Huang Xinrong tightly, unable to say anything for a moment, just calling out Rongrong's name.
To be honest, it was very sweet... but also very awkward.
My toes are digging into the ground.
The smarter employees have already quietly left to avoid the embarrassment of running into the boss and getting a bad reputation.
When He Feiang came to his senses, he realized how much he had embarrassed himself. He had essentially suffered a social death in front of his company employees, and he was covered in snot and tears on his wife.
In addition, the strange and unusual things he encountered in the company building made him afraid to go to the company for a short period of time, and he stayed at home for several days without wanting to go to work.
I handle my work from home every day.
This made He Feiang realize that there was another way to go to work. So why did he have to leave early every day and drive for more than half an hour to commute to the company?
Isn't it better to stay home with your wife?
He, on the other hand, felt relaxed and comfortable.
Huang Xinrong couldn't stand it. She was a full-time author and didn't have the time or energy to spend with He Feiang every day.
Besides, how can a normal person stay at home every day? If a company can be managed well by staying at home, then why do bosses need to rent office space?
Therefore, Huang Xinrong decisively sought out He Feiang's old friends to help persuade him.
From Jiang Chuan's perspective, these old friends were a mixed bag. Some were former members of the anti-French alliance, while others happened to be in the same batch of re-education recipients as He Fei'ang.
It can only be said that birds of a feather flock together.
The group sat down and exchanged pleasantries, all of them intentionally or unintentionally asking He Fei'ang how he had been lately.
He Feiang has no bad points, he loves his wife, but he definitely can't say that out loud, so he said with a serious face: "It's just that I encountered that thing at the company last time, and I haven't recovered yet."
"I was afraid that I would get trapped by something again as soon as I entered the stairwell."
"After all these years of science education, this is truly the first time I've ever encountered a ghost wall."
Who knew that some of these like-minded people actually had similar experiences to He Feiang?
"Old He, brother, to be honest, I really can't hold it in anymore. No one believes me when I tell them, but I think you might believe me a little today. That day, I was inexplicably in the office with so many people outside when the light malfunctioned, and I vaguely saw some white shadow."
"I'm telling you, that white shadow was absolutely real, because as soon as it appeared, I felt a chill run down my spine."
Everyone started talking at once.
Many people have encountered paranormal events like this to some extent.
Finally, one of the former members of the anti-law alliance couldn't hold back any longer: "I have it too. For a long time, I had strange dreams about studying law every day. You might not think it's scary, but if you fail the exam, it won't let you wake up!"
"Even though I sleep so well every night, I still feel weak when I wake up the next morning."
"Anyway, it wasn't just me having this dream; quite a few of us were having the same dream at the time. There was no way to tell others about it, so we could only comfort each other, fellow sufferers."
"Believe me, you don't want to have this kind of dream."
"By the way, after listening to you all talk, I wanted to ask you, when you encountered these strange events, did you ever see any cats? Black cats?"
The group shook their heads; none of them had ever seen a black cat before.
"Why are so many strange things happening lately? What's going on all this time?" He Feiang couldn't help but ask after listening to everyone's stories of their strange encounters.
"Who knows?" That's what they wanted to know too.
"I suspect this is a large-scale event, but most people just don't like to talk about it, and nobody believes them if they do."
"Hey, do you guys usually read web novels? That horror/supernatural infinite flow one, do you think it could be a supernatural resurrection?" Xiang Ji secretly took out his phone, and the screen showed a recently popular supernatural resurrection web novel.
He had never encountered these things before, but he was full of curiosity and eager to know more about the inside story.
"At first, people thought it was just a nightmare, a hallucination, but in reality, a chain reaction quickly followed one after another." Xiang Ji's speech was rambling and his credibility should not have been high.
But it just so happens that everyone here has encountered one or two things that cannot be explained by science.
In their eyes, it does have a certain degree of credibility.
"Shouldn't we make some preparations in advance?" He Feiang began to think deeply about this matter. People who have not experienced paranormal events cannot understand this strong desire to prepare for the future.
He was trapped in the stairwell at the time, feeling utterly helpless and desperate.
"Are there any reliable and practical gods that I can worship?"
"Who cares which one is more reliable? We'll take them all and offer them all. We're not short of a few coins. The problem is that these random things aren't afraid of this."
"It was no use. We prayed to the gods and Buddhas and stepped over the fire to ward off bad luck, and we did a lot of things, but it was all for naught." A former member of the anti-French alliance helplessly recounted his experience: "At present, it seems that humanity can only surrender to such events."
The group of CEOs shared their experiences and insights, and some even nearly shed tears when they got emotional.
Huang Xinrong originally just came over to deliver some fruit, but as she listened, she felt something was off... What kind of shady friends did Fei Ang associate with?
The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits.
What kind of spiritual revival is this? Do you really think this is a novel coming to life?
With the tireless efforts of enthusiastic citizen Jiang Chuanzi, it's not impossible (just kidding).
It does look a lot like the Spiritual Envelopment, haha, but why can't it be the Horror Envelopment?
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