Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and glanced at the resentful old man: "Have you offended them?"
"Me? I wouldn't dare mess with them. I met a pretty nice guy before, simple-minded and straightforward, who messed with a ghostly figure and almost got me killed in the mission world too."
"However, I heard there are Earth-level participants within the Ghost Shadow..."
The old man looked away from the bus stop, feeling a little uneasy. The female student under the bus stop sign seemed to be able to see them, and gave them a faint smile.
"This young girl is quite young, a good kid. Why would she want to join Ghost Shadow?"
"Alright, alright, kid, do you think we should still go in?"
The old man approached Lin Feng, looked at him as he pondered facing the door, and asked a question. The strange threads on their bodies originated from this room, passing through the doorway.
"Wait." Lin Feng took a few steps back. The door was eerie, and there was no sound inside. According to the original story, this house should belong to that research group.
He's now unsure what happened, why everyone in the building has turned into a ghost.
Of course, entering this room will reveal the answer, and you might even find the research team's core item: the Mengjie Sponge, which can seal away spirits. As the most precious item in the movie, its value is self-evident.
Lin Feng leaned against the windowsill in the corridor and quietly began to use necromancy to communicate with Hong Linggui.
As they left the first floor, the Red-Clad Demon, who had stealthily slipped out, seized the little girl who had been severely injured by the Demon's Hand.
"What did she say?"
Hong Linggui, who was talking to the little girl with her head down, did not respond immediately. Lin Feng added helplessly in his heart, "You sang 'The Fairy Couple' very well last time. After this mission is over, I will come to you to listen to your music again."
After making the contract, he went to listen to a piece of music and also experimented with necromancy and spirit summoning. However, at first, Hong Linggui was not very cooperative.
The red-haired ghost, who had been exchanging sparse words with the little girl, raised her head, her phoenix eyes slightly brightening, and answered Lin Feng's question in a human voice: "She said that Ye Qidong has been dead for three months."
"good."
Lin Feng opened his eyes. This was the advantage of Hong Linggui: without any bloody or violent demands, a little tune could bring considerable help.
However, this person cannot listen to ghostly music. Just listening to it briefly will make his mind dizzy, and listening to it too much may even cause his soul to enter the body of the Red Ghost. Lin Feng's necromancy allows him to borrow the power of the Red Ghost, and coupled with the decline in his vital signs, he does not have such a strong reaction to listening to ghostly music.
After receiving the answer, Lin Feng did not open the door immediately, but considered the worst-case scenario.
"Old man, how confident are you?"
"Confident? This old man won't die anytime soon, but young people should take care of their health." The old man chuckled and rubbed his lower back, as relaxed as ever.
Heh... Lin Feng ignored the other party and tentatively reached out to grab the door. A chill rushed fiercely from his palm.
The old man's eyes widened. This guy's so fierce? He's really going to start?
Before he could do anything, Lin Feng let go of his hand, turned around, and walked downstairs: "I'd better not open it."
"Forehead?"
The old man glanced at the door, but there was nothing unusual. It was precisely because there was nothing unusual that it seemed strange. He wondered if Lin Feng had discovered something, and hurriedly chased after him.
"Kid, what did you find?"
"Nothing was found."
"Then why did you leave?"
“We’ve already determined the general situation inside the building. Is it really necessary to investigate it all at once?” Lin Feng stopped on the third floor and suddenly heard light footsteps coming from upstairs.
The old man pricked up his ears to listen, and just as he was about to point upwards and say something, he saw Lin Feng take a step and quickly go downstairs.
"Kid, what's the rush? Could it be that there's really a problem up there?" The old man scratched his head anxiously. How could this guy just leave like that? There shouldn't be anything in this world that could kill them in one move, right?
"Do you think this is a big problem?" Lin Feng pointed to the eerie threads floating on their chests, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, ready to take their lives at any moment.
At that moment, he thought of a possibility: Ye Qidong was already dead. If such an elite among elites, a person with keen observation and superb skills, had become a ghost, then what were their chances of winning?
The footsteps coming from upstairs were very strong, neither like a child nor a woman. If it was Ye Qidong, then it would be the most dangerous place.
Of course, he wouldn't say these things directly; the old man might not be someone you can trust.
The two walked out of the old building. Just as they stepped out of the courtyard, Lin Feng shuddered and noticed a chilling gaze behind him. Suppressing the urge to turn around, he and the old man returned to the bus stop.
"How is it?" The man in the suit smiled. Lin Feng first tossed the jade Buddha to him, then said, "The strange silk thread connects to the room on the fourth floor. It's very dangerous."
The old man coughed, walked past Lin Feng, and returned to his seat at the bus stop. After carefully choosing his words, he chimed in, "You bet you were scared to death. I almost didn't make it back."
That dangerous?!
The three men in suits immediately exchanged glances, their brows furrowed in suspicion.
Lin Feng reminded him, "There are many little devils downstairs, you can go in and deal with them."
"Don't go, don't go! The one I caught didn't even give me a reward. I've wasted my time." The old man put his hands on his knees, rubbing them and shaking his head frantically.
Even so, these people were itching to do something. They didn't dare to search for the source of the ghostly silk, but killing a few little ghosts to make up the numbers would still allow them to get a little something from the final reward.
The man in the suit gave a wink, and the three of them simultaneously looked at the silent student girl, immediately forming an idea.
The most dangerous one here is none other than Ghost Shadow's people. If you can pull her upstairs with you, not only will there be no danger, but you'll also have someone to take you down with you if you try to escape.
"Ahem, we're planning to catch some brats to complete our third mission. Do you want to come along?"
The schoolgirl was called over, her youthful face furrowed as she seriously considered the matter, and finally nodded in agreement to the man in the suit.
The three men in suits breathed a sigh of relief and immediately surrounded the schoolgirl.
After the four of them walked toward the old building, Lin Feng glanced at the old man, walked out of the bus stop, and left in the opposite direction of the street.
"Hey? Wait a minute, brat, where are you planning to go?" The old man, who had just been lounging around for a bit, caught up with Lin Feng in a few steps and asked pitifully, "Take me with you, okay? You can't bear to leave a lonely old man like me in this strange place, can you?"
Lin Feng didn't reply and continued walking forward. The old man hurriedly reached out to block his way: "You're not planning to go out and make some extra money, are you? Let me tell you, once you leave this mission area, you never know what you might encounter."
Seeing that Lin Feng had finally stopped, the old man breathed a sigh of relief: "You brat, you're the only one I like here. I don't trust you to stay with them, but you can't cause trouble. Let's talk this over properly, and we can make sure we get back alive no matter what."
"Tell me about leaving the mission area?"
"That's easy to explain. The world we're in to carry out our mission isn't a world that exists solely for this purpose. Naturally, similar things will happen. To put it simply, there's a series of stories. To put it more complexly, since there are ghosts in this world, there's a possibility that even more terrifying ghosts are lurking elsewhere."
“Although Nightmare Space doesn’t issue missions that are guaranteed to kill you, it’s more than happy for us to court death.” The old man clapped his hands, leaned closer, and stood next to Lin Feng, tentatively asking, “Have you discovered something again?”
"No," Lin Feng answered truthfully.
The old man looked at him strangely: "Where do you want to go? Aren't you afraid of running into another team?"
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