Chapter 078 Chapter 78

"Some residents reported that this small building is eerie at night. When one person walks on the road, they can hear other footsteps, but when they turn around, no one is there. You can go check it out." Ayn Rand handed a file bag containing information to Li Qingshan.

"I'll go check it now," Li Qingshan opened the file bag and looked at the information. "Is there a time limit for this?"

"No," Ain Rand shook his head. "But it's best not to delay this kind of thing. If it can be solved within a week, it will be best. The report won't need to be too long."

Li Qingshan nodded: "I understand."

"Go," Ain Rand waved his hand, "I wish you can solve the problem soon!"

"By the way," Ain Rand reminded, "Remember to bring a recorder when performing tasks so that you can keep records. If you need help, it will be faster to send someone to find you."

"I know." Li Qingshan nodded.

Li Qingshan went to the small building. When he arrived, it was already late, but fortunately it was not dark yet. The temperature was high recently, and it was hot everywhere. It was not very scary, and he was not afraid.

On the road, he saw a cart selling small ornaments for two yuan. He bought a rabbit pendant and put it in his bag. He borrowed this bag from Taiming, who used another bag. Anyway, he could just draw anything when he needed it, so he said that this bag could be given to Li Qingshan.

Anyway, his things could be considered Li Qingshan's. He could just take them when he needed them. He would not be short of anything.

Li Qingshan walked around the small building and found nothing. It was already dusk. He hesitated for a moment and entered the small building. Perhaps he was too slow. When he reached the second floor and looked out the window, it was suddenly dark.

At this time, the small building looked a little scary.

Li Qingshan turned around and walked upstairs, listening to his own footsteps as he walked. After walking for a while, he heard another footstep behind him.

He turned his head to look. It was pitch black behind him. There was no one. He looked at the ground. There were no cats, no dogs, and even no mice. But there were cockroaches. He didn't know because the cockroaches were too small.

Normal residential corridors have lights, but there are none here. This is a very old building, so not only are there no lights inside, but there are no lights at the door outside. There are lights at the intersection outside. There is a distance from the intersection to the entrance of the building. It is pitch black. Ordinary people feel scared when they walk in and out at night.

Even if they walk on the road and there is no sound of footsteps behind them, they probably can't completely convince themselves not to be suspicious because the environment is too suitable.

Li Qingshan continued to walk out, secretly summoning Furong. When Furong appeared, she did not show herself, lest something really followed him and suddenly discovered Furong, it would be difficult to catch it, nor would it be easy to figure out the reason.

After walking for a while, nothing happened on the third floor, but on the fourth floor, there was a person behind him, bending his waist, lowering his head, and standing on tiptoes. The whole person was thin, small, and dry, like a cowpea hanging from the roof and dried by the wind for several months.

When he followed quietly behind, the footsteps sounded like a mouse. The whole person was pitch black, with black clothes and black shoes. Hiding in the darkness, it was really impossible to see for a while.

When Li Qingshan turned around and saw him, he felt like he was playing a little game where an assassin assassinated the king. When he turned around, the assassin would disappear or pretend not to assassinate. When he looked forward, the assassin would quietly follow him, holding a knife and preparing to stab him.

He stood there, with his hands behind his back, and whistled softly, as if to say that nothing happened just now, and it is the same now, so don't look at me anymore.

Li Qingshan paused, turned around and looked at him.

His face suddenly turned red, and he glared at him with two black bean-sized mouse eyes, as if he was angry and embarrassed, and shouted: "What are you looking at, it's so annoying!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to the side and pulled open a door. The whole person slipped in and disappeared in an instant. The door made a bang and he closed the door from the inside.

Li Qingshan stood there for a while, and felt that nothing seemed to happen, so he continued to walk upstairs. However, when he was walking up the stairs, he suddenly found that the number of stairs was wrong.

He had counted before, and there were twelve stairs here once, but this time there were thirteen stairs.

He paused, turned his head and counted again, and found that he was not wrong. Just when he was about to ask Furong to come out to help find the problem, a group of black gas emerged from the ground, and the position where it appeared was exactly the gap of the thirteenth step.

Li Qingshan asked Furong not to come out for the time being, and stood on the stairs to confront this person.

This person was wrapped in black gas from head to toe, revealing only a pair of dark eyes, staring at Li Qingshan grimly, without saying a word, just staring.

Li Qingshan didn't want to play the staring game with him, so after waiting for a while, he asked, "Are you a ghost?"

"Yes," the man sneered and replied, "I am! What do you want?"

"Do you live here?" Li Qingshan asked.

"Nonsense, I have lived here for a long time. I lived here before this building was built, but now the people here want to drive me away. Why? I don't want to!" the man shouted.

"What's your name?" Li Qingshan asked.

"I don't remember, otherwise I wouldn't be here. It's been too long," the man shook his head and said, "I don't remember anything when I was alive, and I only remember the most recent things after I died."

"Do you have something to talk to me about?" Li Qingshan asked.

"You are not a resident here," the man sneered, "How dare you ask me? What are you doing here? Do you have bad intentions? If you don't leave quickly, I will be rude!"

Li Qingshan looked at him: "How can you be rude?"

The man waved his hand, and Li Qingshan suddenly felt empty under his feet. After that, he found that he was no longer in the stairs, but on a vast piece of land.

The land here exuded a fluorescent blue, filled with a bloody smell, and the surface was burnt black, looking like it had just been burned by fire, uneven, and growing strange plants. The fruits of the plants were either like eyes or tongues, and they were particularly unlike normal things.

Li Qingshan tried to cover his waist, and felt a little pain, as if a needle had been inserted into it, extracting his Yang Qi from there. When his vitality was completely extracted, he would die.

The ghost appeared on the other side and laughed: "Unless a ghost appears here and can help you go back, otherwise you will have no way out. Stay here obediently, and after being extracted, you will become a ghost like me!"

He stopped laughing and stared at Li Qingshan with a playful look, as if waiting for him to get scared: "No, no, you were drained while you were alive, so you can't become a ghost after you die. Even if you become a ghost, you won't be as strong as me, because I have lived for a long time. Ghosts become more powerful as they get older!"

He looked very proud, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, and he tried to poke his chin up to the sky, as if to say, I am the best in the world now, what can you do to me.

Li Qingshan clapped his hands: "Wow, it sounds like you have lived for a long time, it's really amazing!"

The other party was stunned for a moment, his face flushed with anger: "How dare you make fun of me? I want your life now! I wanted you to live a little longer, since you are so ignorant, then go and die!"

Li Qingshan spread his hands: "It's really annoying, I can't say you are good, and I can't say you are bad, your temper is so bad, no wonder you are a ghost."

He said while clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

The ghost became even more angry, roared, rushed over, and prepared to tear his head off with his own hands.

Ayn Rand, who was checking the recorder footage remotely in the office, was horrified when he saw this situation: "I asked him to bring the recorder with him, not to let him die. The recorder can only record his death, but it can't bring him back to life, nor can it prevent him from dying when he encounters danger! What is he doing? Where is the person with him?"

The person with him was still wandering around the stairs and didn't come in at all. He was blinded by a ghost.

After reading another recorder, Ayn Rand sighed: "It's so unlucky. It seems that two people are not enough, but there are always not enough people. Two people in a team is tight enough. If there are three people in a team, no one should rest. They should work in shifts for 24 hours!"

He covered his face and said, "It sounds terrible."

At the same time, the roaring ghost rushing towards Li Qingshan was blown away by a gust of wind and fell to the ground with a bang. It was just like a meteorite falling from a high altitude, smashing the ground into a hole.

The ghost climbed up from the ground and saw that there was another person in front of Li Qingshan. The person stood between him and Li Qingshan, looking down at him with a very disdainful look. He looked closely and found that this person was also a ghost.

A surge of anger surged in his chest. He stood up and jumped up, cursing: "As a ghost, you actually help people. Are you worthy of being a ghost? Do you know how hateful you are? How could you do such a thing? I am ashamed to be associated with you!"

Ayn Rand in the office saw the situation change and immediately prepared to write a report. While writing, he looked at the screen and muttered with relish: "Is the battle getting fierce? I didn't expect this ghost to suddenly appear again! Last time, he was discovered by Guiyuan and followed Li Qingshan all the time. This time it looks the same! Could he be following all the time? Suddenly I want to do an experiment! It would be great if I could test the specific situation."

"You," Furong sneered, looking at him as if he were an ant. She raised her hand casually, and he found that his body was floating up uncontrollably. Then he felt a sharp pain in his throat. The last words he heard were, "You are worthy of being compared with me?"