"This place is also called No. 81 Chaonei. Legend has it that it was a church during the Republic of China era. It was later occupied by an officer. After the war, he went to Taiwan."
"He was here, and he left behind a concubine, and then this concubine hanged herself."
"Strange things will happen here from now on."
Ye Tian's voice deepened, and he wanted to tell a ghost story.
Chen Xian'er walked straight past Ye Tian, her figure flashed, and turned into a sword light, and entered the yard.
"Not scared at all?"
"Yes, you are a killer after all."
"It's really gloomy here!"
Ye Tian looked around. The entire courtyard wall was mottled green. In addition, it was winter, and there were drops of ice in the corners of the wall, the kind of ice with color.
Since this is a forbidden area, the country has directly closed it off. Even so, there are still many explorers and those who do not believe in superstitions who enter here to explore.
Every year, people go missing here.
Ye Tian flashed and jumped in.
"No?"
Ye Tian looked ahead in confusion, but Chen Xian'er was gone.
In the darkness, there was no light in the building opposite, and the broken windows swayed in the wind, making strange creaking sounds.
"Xian'er?"
Ye Tian didn't see Chen Xian'er and thought that Chen Xian'er went straight into the building.
"Okay, don't wait for me at all."
"I told you everything. It's underground."
"So stubborn, so stubborn."
Ye Tian put his hands behind his back and was about to walk towards the building. At this moment, Ye Tian felt a chill on his neck. A hand grabbed Ye Tian's neck and pulled him back.
Ye Tian was so skilled that ordinary people couldn't get close to him. Just as Ye Tian was about to react, a cold voice came from behind him: "Don't make a sound."
"Xian'er?"
Ye Tian finally reacted and Chen Xian'er grabbed his neck and pushed him into the corner.
The two of them crowded together, which made Ye Tian quite satisfied.
Chen Xian'er's eyes were fixed on the front. In the building in front, several figures were coming out.
"What kind of haunted house is this? There's nothing in it?"
At Jingcheng University, student Zhang Shuang looked at the building with frustration.
The other three students were taking pictures with No. 81 using their cell phones.
"Great! We have been listening to this story since we were young. We thought something was going on." Classmate Han Xin was holding up his phone and broadcasting live.
"Ah, but it's quite dark inside, and there's a smell."
"By the way, where's Wang Qiang?"
Han Xin looked around and saw that there were five of them in total, three girls and two boys, but the other boy, Wang Qiang, was missing.
"He just followed you."
“Someone is talking in the live broadcast room.”
Zhang Shuang spoke quickly, and Han Xin also spoke to the phone, seeing the netizens online.
"ah!"
Xu Fang, a female classmate next to him, screamed, and Zhang Shuang was so scared that he almost threw away the flashlight.
"What's wrong?"
"Live broadcast room!"
Xu Fang pointed at the live broadcast room and didn't dare to look back.
Han Xin was also stunned, looking at the netizens typing in the live broadcast room.
"Look back?"
"What's wrong?"
Han Xin was stunned, and Xu Fang was already trembling with fear. Because from her angle, she could see Wang Qiang on the third floor, looking at them from the window with his head tilted.
Wang Qiang's eyes were blood red.
Even the corners of Wang Qiang's mouth slowly cracked, all the way to his temples.
"ah!"
Han Xin finally turned around, took a look, and knelt down on the spot.
The same went for Zhang Shuang. Her legs were already weak and she was about to run outside.
"Go!"
Han Xin gritted his teeth and wanted to support Xu Fang and others.
Just as they were about to leave, the voice came from behind them again.
"Why didn't you wait for me?"
"ah!"
Han Xin called out this time too, as he heard Wang Qiang's voice. He was also looking at his phone, and everyone in the livestream room saw Wang Qiang standing behind them, looking at them innocently.
“Ghost!”
Xu Fang ran outside, causing everyone else to run as well.
"What are you doing?"
Wang Qiang was holding a flashlight. The door was locked, so the only way to get in was to climb over the wall.
"The ladder is over there!"
Wang Qiang was speaking doubtfully, and Han Xin and the others slowly gathered together. They pointed their flashlights at Wang Qiang and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Why am I a ghost?"
Wang Qiang was stunned again and walked towards the crowd.
"Look, I have a shadow."
"What did you just see?"
Everyone finally felt relieved when they saw a shadow under Wang Qiang's feet. Zhang Shuang mustered up his courage and pointed to the third floor. "Did we see you there just now?"
"Third floor, you saw me? Is this what I look like?"
Wang Qiang suddenly laughed strangely, then tilted his head and his mouth began to crack.
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