One thousand one hundred and ninety-five: Corpses, resentful spirits...
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The scene upon entering is one of desolation.
Yan Wan looked down and found some stubborn weeds crawling out of the cracks in the concrete floor, almost as high as his ankles.
As soon as he raised his eyes and placed them on the door of the teaching building, Zhao Yinghe's voice sounded from the side: "This door was not broken by someone."
"That's right."
Yan Wan nodded in agreement, and with his yin and yang eyes, he saw that on the mottled glass shards on the door frame, there were wisps of gray-black stuff that seemed to be mist.
"Is this...?" Ye Ling bent down and gently pushed aside the weeds, revealing a blood-stained rag.
"It must have been left by the person who was killed." Zhao Yinghe glanced at it and stopped paying attention. Instead, as if he felt something, he quickly raised his head and cast his gaze above the teaching building.
He was about to say something when he realized that Yan Wan had already raised his head and was looking in the same direction: "You sensed it too?"
"She is conscious."
Yan Huan looked at the rooftop of the teaching building, the looming red light in the whirlpool of the hazy sky. The corners of his mouth moved, and a faint smile appeared. "It's a bit interesting."
"Go in and take a look." Zhao Yinghe carefully took out a small bell with a Bagua pattern printed on it from his bag and walked towards the teaching building with a solemn expression.
Yan Wan raised his eyebrows in surprise. He could see that the bell was not an ordinary object. Its surface was shrouded in a layer of vague golden light. During the swaying, circles of light golden light burst out.
He could clearly feel the light penetrating his body, and the vague and cold feeling in his body was dissipated.
Click...
Stepping on the broken glass, Yan Wan and his group followed the big hole at the door and got into the teaching building.
"Paint?" Yan Wan glanced around, smeared a handful on the wall curiously, and rubbed it with his fingertips.
"I guess it was reinstalled before..."
Ye Ling's voice gradually became erratic, and she stopped making any sound before she finished her sentence.
"Haha, pretending to be a ghost."
Yan Huan half-squinted his eyes and glanced around, only to see that the two people who were still beside him had disappeared at some point.
Boom!
Following a muffled sound of rustling, Yan Wang heard the sound and went out, only to see the broken glass on the ground at the door rising into the air in an instant as if driven by invisible force.
There was a crunching sound, and the broken door was reassembled.
"The crooked door is vulnerable to attack." Yan Wan lowered his head, held a cigarette in his mouth, and walked slowly towards the door.
One step, two steps.
In the end, he didn't put his foot down, as if he was suspended, and he kept this action and paused.
After a few seconds, Yan Wan suddenly retracted his feet, and a hand in his pocket suddenly flew out to the left.
Something strange happened. He was obviously still half a meter away from the wall, but his fist seemed to hit something invisible, making a harsh cracking sound.
"Weak, too weak. Rather than saying I am a ghost exorcist, I am a warrior. Do you understand?"
Yan Wan muttered, clicked the lighter and lit the cigarette, and slowly retracted his left hand, as if he was holding something in his hand.
He had a lot of time to look at the thing in his hand, because this thing had no fixed form, he could only call it a thing.
It looks like a ball of black air, but when held in the hand, it has an indescribable biting coldness. It feels similar to holding a bunch of ice cubes in your hand in the middle of winter.
"Hey"
Even if this thing fell into his hands, it was still struggling unwillingly, trying to escape.
Clickclick...
Yan Wan's attention gradually shifted away from it and placed on this dark and strange corridor.
The floor tiles were shattering, and white bone claws protruded from the ground. These skeletons were also covered in rag clothes with a sense of age.
"Sand sculpture."
Yan Wan puffed out a puff of smoke, scoffed and crushed a few claws, not forgetting to sigh: "The touch is quite real."
As he walked towards the stairs, he said: "What you imitated can only scare ordinary people who have never seen the world. Can the body still leave carrion and internal organs after being underground for so long?
Take a look, you're wearing clothes from decades ago, and your bones are as white as porcelain, and they're so reflective. There's not even a bit of meat in your throat, and you're still moaning and moaning like a hammer?
Also, I have yin and yang eyes. Do you understand the yin and yang eyes? These things still can't fool me. Instead of doing this, you might as well turn into some long-legged lady to seduce me. "
As soon as he said this, the ghost seemed to be really frightened.
The scene paused for a long time. In Yan Huan's eyes, these fake and cute skeletons quickly got into the ground and disappeared. The cracks on the floor gradually healed.
As the gray fog dissipated, Ye Ling felt her head was shaken, and all the previous illusions disappeared.
Apart from……
Yan Wan lowered his head, looked at the struggling thing in his hand, and fell into deep thought for a while.
Zhao Yinghe poked his head out from the stairs and shed cow tears. He could also see what was in Yan Wan's hand: "This is the remnant soul. Maybe it is one of the two people who were killed later. Looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com What’s left?”
"This ghost is not weak." Ye Ling covered her forehead and walked out of a classroom. Her face was a little pale and she seemed to have been affected just now.
Ye Ling looked at the black-gray mist curiously, with a touch of worry on her pretty face. "Strange, why hasn't it been assimilated? It shouldn't be."
"Unless it has something to protect it? To prevent it from being assimilated?" Yan Huan thought of some movies he had watched before and said with a smile.
Who knew, this sentence seemed to give her a hint.
Ye Ling slapped her forehead, took out a pair of glasses from her pocket, put them on, squinted for a moment, and showed surprise: "Let it go, it will take us somewhere."
"What the hell?? You can still communicate with this thing?" Yan Wan was stunned. Is it so magical?
Ye Ling shook her head and said with a smile: "No, this pair of glasses can actually help me see the essence of this mass of resentment. I can't say resentment. To be precise, it should be the remnant soul of a cat."
"Cat? Remnant soul? Cats are more powerful than humans?"
Yan Wan murmured, and loosened his grip. The three people and six eyes stared at it.
"Follow me." Seeing it drifting towards the depths of the corridor on the first floor, Zhao Yinghe jumped down from the stairs and called to the two of them to follow it hurriedly.
Ye Ling did not forget to explain on the way: "Remnant souls are actually fragments of memory that remain after death, retaining some consciousness. The illusion just now has nothing to do with it.
It just wants to seek protection. I just saw that its consciousness is almost wiped out by the resentment in this teaching building.
Although most of its consciousness has dissipated, its remaining instinct still makes it not want to get involved in the resentment, so after noticing our arrival, it quietly came over and asked for our help. "
boom!
Yan Wang kicked the door open, and the three of them held their breath and walked into the huge classroom at the end.