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At this time, it was already a quarter past eight o'clock in the evening.

The sky had also darkened, and the lights of the city in the distance lit up the dark night sky of the city.

The location of the Archives Bureau is a little remote, and this is the location that belongs to the LC area, which is close to Sijiu City.

After getting out of the taxi, Qin Feng followed Shang Chengjun.

"Xiaofeng, there is no one in the bureau at night, this is just a file, come at night, this old house also looks a little gloomy, so no one comes here. Shang Chengjun took out a large set of keys as he walked, and then with a faint light, he found the keys and opened the iron door of the Archives Bureau.

The iron door was rusty, and the iron door made a creaking sound, with a gust of night wind, which was a bit cool.

Approaching the building, it was a three-story building with rooms on both sides, similar to the kind of small courtyard, which was more common in the nineties.

The key opens the door and the light is a bit dim.

"Xiaofeng, that archive room is in the innermost room on the third floor, I'll take you up. Shang Chengjun spoke.

"No, uncle, give me the key, and wait outside the iron gate. Qin Feng rejected Shang Chengjun's request to lead the way, and said to him.

"Don't you need me to take you up?" Shang Chengjun paused.

"No, I don't. Qin Feng said with great certainty.

Taking the key from Shang Chengjun's hand, Qin Feng took a step, walked to the staircase, and went up to the third floor.

At the moment of entering the building just now, Qin Feng clearly felt a sinister aura fluctuating, and this aura was very strong, at this point in time, the Archives Bureau had a strong sinister aura, and he didn't have to think about it to know what was going on.

Shang Chengjun is just an ordinary person, and if he goes up with him, he will have to take care of him, so Qin Feng said this.

The lighting in the corridor is the old 60-watt light bulb, which may have been used for a long time, and the light is very dim, yellow, yellow, and occasionally flickering slightly, making the vision of the eyes appear more hazy.

The attic of the corridor is like the layout of the school teaching building, close to the outside is the corridor, and along the corridor, the night breeze blows, which is a little cool.

Only Qin Feng's footsteps could be heard in the corridor, and if it was an ordinary person facing this situation, even if there was nothing dirty, he would feel panicked.

The third floor was not very high, and in less than a while, Qin Feng came to the corridor on the third floor.

Standing in the corridor, you can vaguely see the lights of the city in the distance, but because a few locust trees have grown tall in the courtyard of the Archives Bureau, blocking the lights of the city in the distance, the corridor is even more gloomy and dim.

Qin Feng knew that in feng shui, locust trees were not suitable for planting in the yard.

The locust tree is planted in front of the door to block the sunlight from shining into the house, resulting in a lack of yang energy in the house, and the effect of poor ventilation leads to chaos in the aura, so the fortune of the owner of the house declines.

Especially in the autumn season, the locust tree is shaded, likes sunlight, and lacks yang energy in the house, so it leads to the ancient wind of the house, causing people to panic.

Feng Shui also believes that although the locust tree is a feng shui tree, it cannot be planted anywhere because it is yin.

Qin Feng didn't think much about it, and turned on the light in the corridor on the third floor, and the dim light emitted by several light bulbs shone on the corridor, but because there was nothing blocking outside the third floor of the corridor, and the courtyard was a locust tree, the light was not as bright as in the corridor just now.

Take a step and walk through.

The corridor looked a little dim, and at the end of the corridor was the archive room that Shang Chengjun said, the old wooden door, the paint was a little dilapidated, and it looked even more mottled in the dim light.

At this moment, it seems even more eerie.

Taking out the key, Qin Feng opened the door.

Before entering the building, Qin Feng had already felt a thick yin and evil aura, and the source of the yin and evil qi was the location of the third floor.

There's only one reason why it can emit such a thick sinister aura, and that's the dirt here.

At the moment when Qin Feng pushed the door open, a strong wind suddenly hit and blew out of the room.

This scene seems very weird, according to the general explanation, this is an impossible phenomenon, although there is a breeze outside, but it still belongs to the calm kind, the moment the door is opened, the wind speed is at least four or five levels.

"Pardon!"

At the moment when he pushed open the door, Qin Feng quickly pinched out a handprint with both hands.

The breath in the body worked instantly, this is a small spell, which can block the yin and evil qi, and Qin Feng's own cultivation is only in the realm of qi cultivation, although he is not afraid of any dirty things, but the cultivation is too weak, and the yin and evil qi can still hurt Qin Feng when it enters the body.

After the strong wind, nothing happened, and everything returned to calm, as if everything that had just happened was gone. Qin Feng took a step forward and approached the archive room, which was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

With a "snap", Qin Feng turned on the switch at the door.

It was still dimly lit, and the area of the archive room was relatively large, about the size of a classroom in the teaching building, and the layout inside was like a library, with file bags on the shelves.

"It seems to be really dirty, but I didn't expect that there was something here that attracted dirty things. Qin Feng's body was running with aura, and he looked inside and was surprised.

When I entered the door just now, I had a breath in motion, and according to the general situation, some dirty things or ghosts, when they encountered monks, would immediately run away.

However, the dirty things in this archive room, feeling Qin Feng's monk's aura, did not run away, but hid it.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a little interesting.

You know, although there are many dirty things in this world, there are very few that can have their own consciousness, most of them are subconscious behaviors, and the dirty things that can have their own consciousness are no longer called dirty things, and there is another name in feng shui, that is, ghosts.

To put it in layman's terms, it is the so-called ghost.

It's already a nature to be with ghosts.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng, who felt a little interesting, took a step and approached the archives.

This ghost was hidden, and he couldn't feel any breath fluctuations when he was standing at the door, if it weren't for the yin aura in the air, if he were another monk, he really wouldn't have noticed that there was something unclean here.

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