Chapter 1399: Working in a Fantasy Antique Shop 32
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Jinchen took out two bracelet-like things from somewhere and buckled them directly on Ziying's wrists, warning her: "If you don't want to die, don't walk around or look around. Dujuan is not dead yet. You'd better be glad that you found her."
All people who die in the ghost realm can easily turn into evil spirits. If too many people die, all kinds of revenge will probably become a mess.
"Go to the ninth floor." Jinchen said.
The ghost domain covers the entire restaurant. The higher you go, the heavier the resentment becomes. It is very likely that the top floor is where the Ghost King resides.
"What should we do then?" Cao Wu suddenly asked, the big man burst into tears, "Boss, you can't just leave us here."
Ying Wushu gave each of them two talismans and said calmly, "There are also talismans on the windows. The lounge is safe."
"Okay, okay, thank you, boss." The four people nodded repeatedly.
Ying Wushu took Ziying out of the room, the principal followed closely, and Jinchen stayed behind.
Before leaving, Jinchen reminded again: "No matter what you hear, don't leave this room."
The door of the lounge slowly closed and the four people looked at each other.
Han Yu: "How about we do something else to kill time?"
Just waiting around really messes up your mentality!
Crow took out a mirror and touched up her black lipstick, then said coolly, "Go to sleep."
Wu Xiaoxiao shrank into the corner, looked at the table and suddenly said, "Do we need to send off the ritual of summoning the Pen Fairy? Do you think the big boss just now knows about it?"
three people:"……"
good question.
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The corridor leading to the top floor was deathly silent, with only the sound of four people walking.
Ying Wushu had just stepped onto the walking platform at the corner when he saw a red shadow flash by at the top and the mist gradually became hazy.
He stopped cautiously and squinted his eyes to observe carefully. There was no light in the corridor and he could hardly see anything in the dim fog.
Suddenly, the red shadow stopped at the top staircase, staring at them, and a pale face appeared.
Ziying was about to scream, but no sound came out. She turned around in horror and looked at Jinchen, and was frightened by his cold eyes.
The Silencing Spell is a really good thing.
Jinchen nodded and looked casually up the stairs.
At this moment, a cold and dark song sounded as if coming from the abyss.
"Do you like beautiful clothes too? Beautiful skin but a dirty soul. So pitiful. Who is crying?"
"Do you like swimming too...listening to the sound of water gurgling into your stomach, your white face is blocked from breathing."
"Can you be good friends with me... I will take away everything from you including your life."
“It hurts so much… It hurts so much, I flew up lightly, and landed heavily on the ground…”
Tick tock.
Blood flowed down and spread throughout the stairwell. A pale face slowly approached, and scarlet lips slightly opened: "Can you be friends with me? I will take away everything from you, including your life..."
"The universe is boundless, the Tao follows nature, pardon!" Ying Wushu quickly formed seals with his hands, and a flash of golden light dispelled the darkness.
The red shadow just smiled eerily, and instantly turned into endless mist and dissipated.
"Another phantom." Ying Wushu frowned and looked at the ground again, and the sticky blood also disappeared.
"Wu Shu, close your eyes!" The moment he heard Jin Chen's voice, Ying Wu Shu subconsciously closed his eyes without any doubt.
The next moment, my breathing suddenly stagnated, as if I was pressed into water.
My chest was squeezed and I dared not breathe, as if I would choke on water in the next second.
The hazy fog became extremely thick.
It was hard to count how much time had passed before Ying Wushu heard the voice again. Someone was calling his name. It was... Grandpa!
"Little book, little book..."
Ying Wushu's heart suddenly skipped a beat, but he didn't dare to open his eyes. However, he heard his grandfather say that he wanted to see him.
Just take a look.
Just take a look...
This was his wish. It has always been a knot in Ying Wushu's heart that he didn't see his grandfather for the last time before he died.
Don’t you want to see grandpa’s kind and smiling face again?
In the struggle between heaven and man, Ying Wushu was suddenly embraced by the heat source, and his ears were covered by the palm of his hand. "Don't listen, it's all fake."
When Jin Chen's voice rang out, everything around him disappeared like the tide. Ying Wushu took a deep breath, suddenly opened his eyes, and his chest rose and fell with panting.
His eyes went from being distracted to being focused. Seeing Jinchen's concerned expression, Ying Wushu slowly pulled his lips and said weakly, "It's okay."
But she was still embraced again in his warm embrace and smelled the reassuring scent that belonged only to Jinchen.
Ying Wushu slowly grasped the corner of Jinchen's clothes. When his back was gently stroked, a tingling sensation spread throughout his body, and he suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.
He relaxed his body and leaned on Jinchen's shoulder, his voice choking and trembling: "I heard Grandpa's voice, is it the ghost king?"
"Yes, the fog will confuse the mind." Jinchen gently pressed the back of Ying Wushu's neck.
"That's good."
Ying Wushu whispered, "Grandpa said he would become an official after his death. Fortunately, he didn't stay in the world and become a lonely soul."
Jin Chen couldn't help but laugh, and looked down at him, "Your idea is very unique."
Ying Wushu was a little embarrassed and rubbed his tears on Jinchen's shoulder, "I seldom cried before."
"I know, no one else saw it." Jin Chen raised her hand and gently stroked the corner of his eye, her tone full of care, "Others don't know, but you didn't cry."
Only then did Ying Wushu sincerely smile, and understood the meaning of "not someone else" in Jinchen's words.
[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 72! 】
[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 25! 】
"Where are the principal and Ziying?" Ying Wushu came to his senses and turned to look at the stairwell where the fog had dissipated.
"Here..." the principal spoke slowly, squatting in the corner.
Ying Wushu looked at the purple eye sockets on the principal and Ziying's faces in silence for two seconds.
Jin Chen said confidently behind him: "If you want to wake him up, this is the easiest way."
Ziying gritted his teeth secretly. If he wasn't so scared, he would have rolled his eyes.
You correspond to no book and not a frame with two fists!
I went upstairs again, this time there was no obstruction. But when I stepped into the door to the top floor, the scene around me suddenly changed!
The same darkness only added to the emptiness and silence, as if even breathing had an echo.
Ziying closed his eyes tightly, having become somewhat unconscious due to the successive shocks.
"This... This is the school gymnasium." The principal covered his left eye socket which was still in great pain, and his voice changed with fear, "How did we get here!"
“Help…Help…”
A faint cry for help was heard, and Jinchen immediately walked quickly towards the source of the sound, followed by the others.
The gymnasium is a rectangular building. The sound seems very close, but it always feels like it is in the next room, and the next room, as if it will never end.
Finally, the four people who were running stopped in the last abandoned storage room. Ziying let out a muffled groan, his whole body trembling, and even the silencing spell almost couldn't stop him.
The principal took a few steps back and his legs went weak and he fell down.
