Xuanmen Little Ancestor

While speaking, he had arrived at the old campus on the westernmost side of the school.

The teaching building in the old district is already dilapidated and has not been used for a long time. It looks a little dilapidated under the moonlight.

The periphery of the wall is white, and when the moonlight shines on it, it looks even paler and weirder.

Because this building was built too early, there are only seven floors in total, and there is not even an elevator inside, which fits the temperament of a ghost building.

"It is said that the senior who jumped off the building fell into this position. Be careful that she grabs your feet and won't let you go." Wei Xuan glanced at Luo Qinglian and pointed at his feet.

Several senior sisters cried out and jumped to the side one after another.

On the other hand, Luo Qinglian was quite calm, glanced around, and said: "After so many years, even in this position, there is no yin energy anymore, and the earth-binding spirit didn't happen like this, so don't worry about it. "

A senior sister laughed and said, "Brother Luo, it seems that you understand it very well."

Speaking of which, although some of the students who joined the Spirit Club believed that there were ghosts and monsters in this world, more people actually joined in out of curiosity.

Just like inviting a pen fairy or visiting a haunted house at night, many people seek psychological stimulation instead of believing in ghosts.

Obviously, the senior didn't really believe it.

Luo Qinglian smiled, noncommittal, and said: "It's just a little bit more understanding than ordinary people."

A senior said: "Know a little more, but don't be too self-righteous."

Luo Qinglian compared it with her fingers, and said: "Although this is only a little bit more, there is just such a little difference between quantitative change and qualitative change, so I am a master, and everyone else is a god." stick."

Senior: "..."

This kid is too narcissistic.

"It's getting late, let's go in quickly." Mu Xiayu urged.

The west side of the school has bad feng shui. Since the incident of jumping off a building a few years ago, the school has gradually abandoned it.

The area of ​​Yanda is one of the best in the country, and there are countless places for students to go, and few people will come here.

Therefore, after entering the building, only the footsteps and voices of the students from the Spiritual Club remained.

"It does look a little gloomy inside." Wei Xuan sighed as he looked at the peeling walls around him.

"I think that's all it is." Another boy from the Spirit Club said disapprovingly.

A few girls walked behind, and Luo Qinglian was assigned a flashlight, which shone to the side.

"Do you think it seems that the temperature inside is much lower than outside?" a girl whispered.

The other boy smiled and said, "Either it is because of your psychology, or it is because the temperature in this old building is already low."

There are indeed unclean things in this building, but they are not very serious.

Everyone chatted and laughed from the first floor to the seventh floor. When they were about to go up to the rooftop, they found an iron gate, which locked the passage.

"What a pity." Li Cheng walked over and shook the iron door vigorously. After realizing that the lock could not be opened, he retreated with regret on his face and said, "Originally, I was planning to go to the place where my senior sister jumped off the building." Take a look, I heard that the last person who saw the ghost of senior sister was on the rooftop."

At this moment, Du Xiaoran, a girl with ponytails, suddenly saw a red shadow floating through the gap between the iron doors, and there seemed to be a lump of soft flesh lying on her face.

Du Xiaoran screamed suddenly, breathing heavily, pointing at the crack of the door, said: "There - there is a figure passing by there! Did you see that there was a woman in a red dress floating past just now!"

This scream made everyone's nerves tense, and they all looked inside the iron gate.

"Where is it? Xiao Ran, don't be surprised. I didn't see anything."

"I didn't see it either, Xiao Ran, you didn't scare us on purpose, did you?"

"I didn't." Du Xiaoran was about to cry, his voice trembling, and said, "I really saw a figure in red clothes floating past!"

Everyone began to lie on the iron gate and look towards the rooftop again. For a full 5 minutes, there was nothing but quiet air.

"You must have read it wrong." Mu Xiayu looked back and said, "It is said that when that senior sister jumped off the building, she was wearing a white dress."

At this time, Du Xiaoran also suspected that he was too nervous just now, so he misread it.

Luo Qinglian looked expressionlessly at the hideous female ghost lying behind Mu Xiayu.

On the female ghost's face lay a lump of bloody flesh, which looked like an unformed baby, but the most yin and densest part of this female ghost was this piece of soft flesh.

Obviously, when the female ghost fell to the ground, her face hit the ground first, and it was basically impossible to tell whether she was a man or a woman—if she didn't have long hair and a woman's skeleton.

In the pitch-black teaching building, the atmosphere was very good. Everyone randomly found an empty classroom and began to tell ghost stories one by one.

"There used to be a husband who killed his wife and pretended nothing happened." A boy said, "After more than ten days like this, he felt strange, so he asked his son why he didn't ask where his mother had gone. As a result, the son Ask innocently, isn't mom on your back?"

Originally, this was a very old ghost story, but in this environment, it was quite atmospheric, and immediately some people got goosebumps.

Wei Xuan sighed and said: "From this point of view, people are more terrifying than ghosts."

Luo Qinglian glanced at him, and said: "Ghosts are all changed by people. People are like people, and ghosts are like that. There is no big difference."

"This is not the same." Mu Xiayu smiled leisurely and said, "Ghosts can help people realize wishes that cannot be achieved by human power."

Luo Qinglian glanced at her casually, and said: "Ghosts belong to the underworld, so they shouldn't interfere with the affairs of the underworld. If you must interfere, you will definitely ask the other party to pay a certain price. After all, if there is no benefit, there is no business. "

Mu Xiayu seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, so he forced a smile and said, "Yes, how can a person make a deal with a ghost."

"However, the last time we played with Bixian, we really invited Bixian here." Li Cheng relished, and said excitedly: "I asked him if I can find a good job this year. The pen fell on it, and I think there are really ghosts in this world who can make deals with people."

A more courageous girl said with some regret: "At that time, we should try it. I just remembered asking him if he could enter the marriage hall with my boyfriend, and I forgot to ask for something."

"It's okay, it's not too late to try again when we play again next time."

Luo Qinglian: "..."

This group of students are really not afraid of death. They dare to make demands with ghosts and gods, but they are afraid that asking gods is easy and difficult. They just invite them here. To make demands is to ask for trouble.

Ghosts are the lords of the underworld, and humans are people in the yang world. There should be no other connection between yin and yang except life and death. If you insist on inviting ghosts over, you will build a bridge between yin and yang. , is not a good thing.

Mu Xiayu's gaze fell on Luo Qinglian, and said, "Student Luo, you are quite taciturn today. Everyone is telling ghost stories, and you don't even listen to one."

Luo Qinglian said: "I'm such an introvert and reticent person, I really can't tell ghost stories or something."

Li Cheng raised his eyebrows and said, "You can't tell, or don't you want to tell? I heard that you are a bit evil, and you seem to have some special tricks."

Luo Qinglian said with an innocent expression, "I don't know any special tricks, it's just that blind cats always run into dead mice."

Li Cheng didn't want to let Luo Qinglian go, and said: "I heard people say that you often set up a street stall under the overpass to tell people's fortunes? If not, you can do it for me too, and I'll see if it's right."

"Setting up a stall to tell fortunes is forced by life." Luo Qinglian sighed, crying poorly: "In the past, my brother paid for the money to go to the hospital. I always have to find a way to make money to pay off the debt. Now I set up a stall. How many fortune tellers have real skills? They are all just a bunch of charlatans."

"Then you are also a charlatan?"

"Almost." Luo Qinglian nodded, and said, "However, my deception is relatively sophisticated, and most people can't tell that I am deceiving them."

Mu Xiayu seemed a little disdainful of the swindling and abducting behavior under the overpass, and said, "You are also from the acting department, why don't you find a crew and do something that matches your major?"

Luo Qinglian rubbed her chin and said, "It's not easy to find a job now. The economic situation is so bad, and the unemployment rate of graduates is increasing every year. The actor industry is also saturated."

Li Cheng said: "Many young people, after going to the production team, they serve tea, pour water, sweep the floor and do odd jobs. It's not easy to give you a character with lines. Don't think about eating a fat man, that's too unrealistic. gone."

Luo Qinglian nodded, agreed very much, and said: "You talk a lot, so I chose to set up a fortune-telling stall under the overpass. I can work freely, and I can breathe the fresh air outside, and I don't have to serve tea and water as a pawn." How nice, grandson."

Li Cheng: "..."

Mu Xiayu stared at Luo Qinglian and said, "You really haven't heard a single ghost story?"

Luo Qinglian thought, why do you have to let him tell ghost stories?He was originally from the underworld, and he had come into contact with more ghosts than he ate rice, so he didn't think there was anything to talk about.

On the other hand, when he was in the underworld, he especially liked listening to ghosts telling stories about the world. Now that he thinks about it, it's quite interesting.

"Then let me tell you a ghost story." Luo Qinglian smiled and said, "If you want to go to the toilet, you'd better go together, and don't look at the mirror in the toilet, and don't go back. Otherwise, unexpected surprises may happen.”

After finishing speaking, Li Chengcheng laughed loudly and said, "Are you kidding me? I asked you to tell a ghost story, why did you arrange this?"

Mu Xiayu looked at Luo Qinglian and said, "You mean, there are ghosts in this teaching building?"

Luo Qinglian nodded and said: "It looks like there is a ghost, but she is full of resentment, if she leaves this teaching building, she will be easily found and taken away by ghosts."

In Mu Xiayu's eyes, there was a subtle resentment.