dilapidated courtyard. Just two steps forward and I'd be at the back alley of Widow Lane, less than 500 meters from Cheng Banxian's place."Can I come in now I'm right outside your back alley." I saw t...Jiang Qiyun met my questioning look with a faint smile.

"You seem to be in a good mood today...," I couldn't help but ask.

I'm feeling dangerous and tense here, but he's strolling around carefree and in a good mood. It's really hard for me to concentrate.

Jiang Qiyun raised her hand and poked my forehead: "Focus on your own business."

How can I concentrate One moment I'm on edge, the next I see him with a calm and collected smile.

I feel like menacing ghosts and spirits lurk ahead, yet behind me lies Peach Blossom Mountain shrouded in a veil of romance.

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I shook my head, forcibly pulling the image of Jiang Qiyun kneeling in the peach blossom grove and kissing from my mind.

Having learned from last time's lesson, we can't afford to be careless again.

If this factory has ever had a major accident resulting in casualties, it would certainly be a dangerous place and not suitable for use as an office.

According to the security guard, there was a fire here twenty or thirty years ago. I don't know if it was aired out after the demolition two years ago.

From a macro perspective, this area is flat and spacious, suitable for large-scale projects.

But even the best feng shui, there is a hidden danger within it. No matter how you change the feng shui layout, there are still potential risks.

This area shouldn't be used to build more buildings. It could be used as green space or an auxiliary area instead. Building another large factory on this site would simply invite ghosts and spirits, wouldn't it

That Master He is either a charlatan trying to gain fame and fortune, or someone with ulterior motives.

Behind the dark passage was a small platform.

Below the platform was a dark factory half the size of a football field.

Here, the factory has two floors with an open space in the middle. Above is a U-shaped platform, and we are now standing at the lower left corner of the U.

The right corner of the platform has a lift shaft, but there's no elevator installed yet. The entire factory is currently in a raw state, like an unfinished building.

Perhaps it was kept bare to allow businesses moving in to decorate according to their needs.

A sound of sobbing came from here.

The moment I stepped into this strange factory, I felt a sense of unease wash over me.

This grudge felt like it was seeping up from the ground, with a "grabbing" sensation. It always felt like there was a force beneath the character, pulling people down.

Xiao Shanming murmured quietly, "This seems like the trench of the Terracotta Army..."

Yes, when he said that, it really sounded like someone was standing underneath.

My brother had stuck three cigarettes into the ground. He put the red incense from the Mu family inside, and under the cold light of the flashlight, the smoke drifted down eerily.

"...There's something in this elevator shaft," my brother whispered.

The yin qi here is already very heavy. I threw the small Fa altar for superseding into the well, and a "whoosh whoosh" sound made our scalp tingle.

A pair of black hands emerged from the well, withered and charred, resting on the edge of the elevator shaft. A head popped out, drooping on the arm.

I can't tell the difference between male and female, I invoke the prison spell to summon the ghost from the gate of hell, trying to whisper, "You are already dead, don't stay in this world to add more sin. I will guide you."

The apparition had no face, and I couldn't see its expression. All I saw were a pair of bulging eyes. As the flashlight beam swept across them, the eyes seemed to glow a deep red, as if soaked in blood.

I now have a bit of a psychological shadow about blood-red eyes. I couldn't help swallowing nervously and whispered, "I won't kill you, come here, I'll give you an absolution..."

This is akin to coaxing, but the apparition seems to be loosening up, its hands desperately trying to "climb" over.

Why can't a ghost just float over Why does it have to crawl like that It looks so strenuous.

My brother coughed lightly and said to me, "Xiao Qiao, I... I really feel a little nauseous... This ghost, it seems... it's not as simple as we see..."

"Huh Then I'll go take a look…" I tidied up the bag of my small satchel and reached out to pinch the talisman.

If it were not necessary for a fight, I would not dare to take out the jade Ruyi, because that thing is rather domineering and could accidentally harm the souls, unintentionally.

Another important reason is that holding the jade Ruyi, I'm not able to form hand seals.

My brother saw me walking forward and suddenly grabbed me.

"Fine… I guess I'll go check it out…" My brother said with a pained expression.

How could he suddenly feel nauseous... The yin energy here is indeed heavy, and it's all emanating from this elevator shaft.

But I've never heard of my brother being disgusted by bad spirits

"Brother, if you're not feeling well, I'll go take a look instead." I squeezed his fingers.

"It's not my body, it's my heart. I just always feel... like there's something ahead, something that I'll regret looking at..." My brother waved his hand, indicating that he should go check it out instead.

My older brother has always been protective of me, but he's different with Xiao Shanming. He kicked Xiao Shanming and said, "Hey, little brother, you claim to be a magic practitioner, so your talismans must be pretty powerful, right Come on, let's flank him and see what's really in that well."

Xiao Shanming swallowed hard, I could even hear the "glug" sound.

But he was honest, my brother called him and he just nodded and said, "Okay, okay!"

To be honest, is that their sect's tradition

I stood in the middle, my brother and Xiao Shanming flanking me on either side. One walked close to the wall, the other pressed against the railing, moving forward.

In the cold light, the ghost was still "struggling" forward, slapping its hands on the elevator shaft wall with a thud.

This...it's like, like someone drowning and struggling for survival...

My brother and Xiao Shanming carefully circumnavigated the range that the apparition's hand could reach, arriving at the wide elevator shaft opening. They shone their flashlight down —

"AAAAAAA!!" Xiao Shanming screamed in fright and fell to the ground.

My brother also jumped back in fright and exclaimed, "What the heck is a 'grass mud horse'——

He said that and swung his Universe Sword to strike.

The phantom, afraid of the Heaven and Earth Sword, loosened its grip and fell back into the well!

Xiao Shanming was so scared that he scrambled to my side, grabbed the railing and stood up, "Miss Mu, Miss Mu! There's a centipede demon down there!"

"Huh" Centipede spirit

"So many ghosts! One pulling the other, the flashlight shone on them, and their ghostly figures were shimmering, with green eyes, and they seemed, seemed to be connected together!"

My brother rubbed his arms and retreated, saying, "Little Qiao, this doesn't seem like a ghost's nest! If someone had died here in a fire, there should be many—"

Jiang Qiyun reminded me softly from beside, "… Ghosts will retain their form as they were before death."

I was speechless.

This land once experienced a severe fire, which killed many people...

"I, I'll come and perform the supersition rite." I walked to the well and took out all the small altar from my bag.

The resentment in the well surged to the heavens, as if sensing the power of my spell formation, those ghosts instinctively wanted to rush out.

For a mage, being struck by negative energy is like being burned by flames for an ordinary person.

I gritted my teeth and set up the formation, suddenly a beam of light struck me. Under the illumination, something in the well seemed to flicker. a clatter. I slammed my foot on the accelerator and sped towards an open space ahead —Whoosh...A part of the hillside had collapsed at a slant, almost burying the car. Luckily, I ran fast enough...I...