Oh leak!He crawled out of hell!

After saying goodbye to Chen Fenghao, Chen Yili went to the cafeteria first.

The day passed quickly, and the night had come.

"Yili, are you coming?" The teacher's voice came from the phone.

Chen Yili scooped up a mess with a spoon, and said, "Teacher, can I arrive at eight o'clock? I'm eating now."

The teacher responded, and then said, "Hurry up."

Chen Yili swallowed Chaos and nodded again and again.

At 07:30, there were only people in twos and threes in the cafeteria. Chen Yili sat in a corner, bent over, and slowly ate the chaos.

Not long after hanging up the phone, he started feeling sick again.He quickly stood up and ran towards the toilet, lying on the toilet and vomited.

The wonton that had just fallen into his stomach was spit out like this, and Chen Yili felt sour when he looked at the broken things in the toilet. He hadn't felt full these days.

"It's not a physical problem, could it be a psychological problem?"

Rubbing between his brows, he sighed deeply.

"Knock knock..."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Chen Yili looked over and patted his chest.

"Student, are you alright?"

The voice outside was loud and hoarse, which made Chen Yili feel that the man must be very thick.

Chen Yili put down the toilet lid, leaned against the toilet lid feebly, gasped for breath, and said weakly, "I'm fine."

"But I hear your voice is a bit hypocritical." The man outside still didn't leave, and said with some concern.

Chen Yili lowered his eyes and looked at the gap under the toilet door, not talking.

There is a public sink outside the toilet door, and the lights are still on at night.If someone is standing outside the door, the light will definitely show the shadow of the person standing outside the door, but at the moment there is nothing outside.

Chen Yili reached out to touch the charm on his neck, and then took the charm out of his clothes.

But the man outside hadn't left yet, and he continued to knock on the door nervously. "Student! Are you okay? You won't faint, will you?"

"I'm not dizzy."

Seeing that the man was about to kick the door open, Chen Yili could only speak helplessly.

He even raised his head and looked above the toilet door, for fear that there would suddenly be a "person" lying on top of it.

"Are you sick and vomiting?" the man asked eagerly.

Chen Yili frowned, he really couldn't figure out why the ghost outside had to ask so carefully.If you want to punish him, then just break in and scare him!

Then he saw a hand coming in from under the door, and that big wheat-colored hand was holding a pack of traditional Chinese medicine in a transparent bag.

"It just so happens that I'm not feeling well today and have nausea and vomiting. Why don't you try this?"

Chen Yili rolled his eyes, stood up and sat on the toilet cover, put his feet on it and bent up, resting his chin on his legs.

That hand insisted on not leaving, only to hear Chen Yili say calmly, "In the world, things from strangers can't be taken or taken, and ghosts are the same."

After he finished speaking, that hand suddenly turned into a wisp of red mist and finally dissipated.

After waiting for a while, Chen Yili let go of his tense nerves after seeing nothing happened, and buried his head between his knees.

His eyes were suddenly sour, and tears welled up unconsciously.

Chen Yili felt an unspeakable depression in his heart. He really wanted to say it but he couldn't say it, and he couldn't think of what to say.

But his recent life has been going well except for the vomiting. He really can't think of anything he can suppress.

Is it really a psychological problem?

With such doubts, he stood up, pressed the flush button, opened the toilet door and walked out.

And the ghost he had exposed left no trace behind.

Walking out of the cafeteria, Chen Yili walked slowly towards the library with his hands in his pockets.

Along the way, the cool wind kept blowing, blowing the broken hair on his forehead, making him sober up a lot.

The teacher who called him was already standing in front of the library waiting for him.

The teacher seemed to be nearly forty years old, and was a little short in stature. He was wearing thick glasses and a pair of small eyes were staring anxiously at Chen Yili. His gray hair was blowing in the wind, and he had the righteousness and bookishness of a teacher all over his body.

The teacher's name is Chen Yanhe, and he is the apprentice of Chen Yili's grandfather. He has studied Chinese medicine with Chen Yili's father, and they are about the same age.

Chen Yanhe stood on the steps holding a black lacquered wooden box and waited for Chen Yili to approach, "Yili, come here quickly."

Before Chen Yili could respond, he turned around and hurriedly walked into the library, and then turned into an office room in the library.

This office room is not very big, and there are many piles of documents and sundries. Only a mahogany table by the window is empty, and there is only a cactus that is not growing well on it.

Chen Yanhe walked in and put the box in his hand on the table, then watched Chen Yili walk around the messy pile of documents and walk in front of him.

"Mr. Chen, it's not impossible for you to ask the students to clean this room."

Beside Chen Yili was a pile of documents that reached the height of his calf, he stretched out his finger and touched it, and it turned out to be ashes.

"It's harmless." Teacher Chen Yanhe obviously didn't care much about Hui, "I finally got the key to this room, so you can just let it go."

"You're right." Chen Yili nodded, then looked down at the black lacquer box Chen Yanhe put on the table.

This box is clearly carved by hand. On the lid there is a mythical beast with a big mouth open showing a ferocious expression. The minions of the mythical beast are made of iron, and they are placed on both sides of the box to fasten the box tightly. .

Chen Yili pushed his glasses, "This is?"

Chen Yanhe also lowered his head and looked at the box solemnly, "My friend found this when he was exploring Wumin Mountain. No one knows what's inside the box."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger to the claws of the divine beast on the box.

Chen Yili also looked over, only to see that there was a little blood on the slightly rusty claws.

"We took a little of the blood on it for DNA comparison and found it belonged to your father." Chen Yanhe said happily, "This means that your father may still be alive."

Chen Yili raised his eyebrows, and quickly looked at Chen Yanhe, "Mr. Chen...is this true?"

Chen Yanhe turned around and took out a DNA test report from the document bag and handed it to Chen Yili, "The hair used here was provided by your grandfather."

"It was he who shouted that his son was dead, and he was the one who waited with a little hope." Chen Yanhe sighed.

Chen Yili knew that Mr. Chen kept a lock of his son's hair and put it on a magic circle built by his godfather.If the hair is burned by the fire of the magic circle, then the soul of Chen Yili's father after death cannot be preserved.

After reading the report carefully, Chen Yili also had hope in his heart.

"However, after my explorer friend managed to bring this box out of that dangerous place, a bunch of strange things happened." Chen Yanhe's tone suddenly became serious, and his brows frowned.

"After my friend came back, countless red spots began to grow all over his body on the first day, and the spots began to fester on the second day. Before he survived the third day, he was already dead. And his hands holding the box came back , was chopped off with a big knife, and hung bloody in front of the door of his ward."

"you……"

Chen Yili thought of Chen Yanhe holding the box, and looked worriedly at the teacher's hands.

Chen Yanhe smiled wryly, and raised his own hands, "Later, the box was transferred to many people's hands. Their hands were fine, but the person who brought the box out of the mountain had an accident. It's really evil."

Chen Yili nodded, and leaned over to look at the box more closely.

Inexplicably, the beast on the box looks familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

"Have you opened this box?" Chen Yili asked.

Chen Yanhe shook his head, "This box has been unable to be opened. I have tried knocking, hitting, and smashing."

"Look at this." Chen Yanhe took out the mobile phone from his pocket, and pulled Chen Yili to look at it.

Chen Yanhe quickly opened the photo album on his phone, and there was a withered branch on it.

"This branch is a bit like the one your father brought out back then."

The branch withered and shriveled, the skin on the branch fell off in large pieces, and a section of it was emitting faint red smoke.

"This one I took out and injected into my body is very similar." Chen Yili nodded, "Why do I feel like it is going to disappear?"

Chen Yanhe nodded, his tone full of doubts, "This branch-carrying vine has just arrived in my hand, and suddenly dark red smoke is wrapped around it, and it burns out like it's on fire."

"Dark red?" Chen Yili thought of the ghost standing outside the toilet door just now. When its hand disappeared, it was also dark red.

"I'm here to tell you first. I'll send you this photo. Then this box will be placed in this room where no one comes. You can lock it up with a magic circle."

After sending the photo to Chen Yili, Chen Yanhe said.

Chen Yili is indeed capable of drawing a magic circle, but in terms of power, Chen Yili feels that he is not very good at it.

"Are you sure you want me to set up a magic circle?" He didn't even believe in his ability.

"I've asked, your godfather said that after you make the formation, you can just put a few drops of blood on the eyes of the formation." Chen Yanhe believed in Chen Yili's godfather, Chen Yun.

Chen Yili nodded, and began to draw the magic circle.

After drawing the magic circle, he bit his poor index finger and dripped a few drops of blood.He still felt that it was not enough, so he pasted a few charms around the box.

After finishing everything, Chen Yili walked out of the library with Chen Yanhe.

"I heard that you have been suffering from nausea and vomiting recently?" Chen Yanhe asked Chen Yili with concern. "Why don't you go to a big hospital for an examination? How thin do you think you have become recently?"

Chen Yili smiled miserably, "I have checked everything that needs to be checked, and I am in good health."

"What about your psychology?" Chen Yanhe said suddenly, "Recently, I always feel that you are somehow... um...how should I put it?"

"What's the matter?" Chen Yili raised an eyebrow.

Chen Yanhe put down the hand that matched his expression, "Repression?"