Jinzhai Building is a famous haunted mecca of Shenzhen-Hong Kong University.

Jinzhai Building was originally a women's dormitory at Shenzhen-Hong Kong University, but I don't know when it began, every five years, a female student would hang herself in the dormitory. It is said that since the establishment of Shenzhen-Hong Kong University, six female students have hanged themselves in this dormitory building.

Their deaths are the same: every five years on April 4th, at midnight, everything that glows, whether it is a private electric light or an electronic screen mobile phone, loses its light. In the dormitory, there will be a burst of sad singing of a Qinglou woman, and a girl will paint the makeup of an ancient Qinglou courtesan. When their roommate woke up and looked at them again, he was already dragging his long tongue in the air.

Since the same thing happened five years ago, Shenzhen-Hong Kong University has completely abandoned this very old dormitory building. Now the dormitory building has been converted into a green forest, which makes the building even more strange.

I heard that when I pass by that grove in the middle of the night, I can still see women dancing. Legend has it that it was a famous Nanyang prostitute who hanged herself here in ancient times, and her resentment about her miserable life turned into a ghost that supported her soul, and she wandered in fear all day long in the place where she died.

"Ten Safety...... What are you doing there? ”

Jian Huiqian was already frightened, grabbed Yang Xiran's arm tightly, and muttered mechanically in her mouth.

"It's not clear, you go back and rest first, I'll take a look."

I said in a deep voice, but my head was constantly searching for possibilities. Yang Xiran and Jian Huiqian both found that Xun Qingzi at this sorority was a little unusual, and the personality, attitude, and dancing ability she showed were not the girl in our impression. Could it be that she was really robbed of her body by something inexplicable?

If it is, then it's a problem.

Although Jian Huiqian was frightened, she still shook her head stubbornly.

"I'm going with you, Qingzi, she is my sister who grew up together, I have long regarded her as a sister in my heart, she doesn't know what the situation is now, how can I go back by myself with peace of mind?" 
"There can be danger there. ”

I discouraged.

But Jian Huiqian still stubbornly raised her head as if she had eaten a scale.

"I'm sorry ......"

I whispered. An extremely subtle spell appeared in the palm of my hand, and with a flick of my fingers, it flashed into Jian Huiqian's eyebrows. The fluorescence disappeared, Jian Huiqian fell backwards, Yang Xiran was quick and rushed forward to catch her.

"Lao Mu, who are you?" 
He asked, a little puzzled.

"Can't let her go through this kind of thing."

I said firmly.

The reason why the warlock profession appears in this world is to help ordinary humans deal with creatures like demons that should not appear in the human world. Human eyes can't see a demon, even if it's right next to them. Warlocks exist to create a barrier between demons and humans, separating creatures from two different worlds. That's why I've always been opposed to letting people like Jian Huiqian and Xun Qingzi know about ghosts, monsters, and warlocks. As for the high-level leaders of the police force like Lin Guoan and Qi Lushan, it is inevitable that they will have to deal with similar incidents, and it will always be helpful to understand them more or less.

"Lao Yang, she handed it over to you."

I patted Yang Xiran on the shoulder and asked.

Yang Xiran also understood what I meant, nodded, and signaled me to rest assured.

"Be careful yourself."

……

I cautiously pushed open the sealed iron door, and the deep colors came with a cloudy wind. The dormitory building has been abandoned for more than three years, and its original ornate décor is now in ruins. I cast a light spell, and finally I had a glimmer of light in the corridor that had been consumed by darkness.

The first room at the entrance was the former dormitory house, which was more than ten square meters empty, and the tiled floor was covered with fine dust and insect corpses. Directly facing the door was a square window covered with sunscreen paper, and the iron latticework was already covered with rust lines. I don't know if it's my illusion, but there seems to be a shallow humanoid silhouette on this dark green sunscreen.

I stepped forward and tried to push the window, only to see that the entire window was stuck in place.

The sunscreen paper has not been maintained for many years, and it has long looked a little worn. Looking out through the large and small holes in the cellophane, the bright moonlight sprinkled on the canopy of the green forest outside the window, but it was tightly blocked by dense foliage, and the trunks and branches close to the ground were all hidden by the endless darkness. The woods under the darkness are extremely terrifying.

I was about to turn around and go back, but there was a flash in front of me. A jet-black figure appeared on the glass in front of him, as if a person was standing outside the window, blocking the moonlight, which was not very bright, and the figure was reflected on the window. For some reason, although the figure in the window was only a rough outline, I recognized it as a young woman. 
Startled by the sudden appearance of the figure, he calmed down and reached out and gently touched the cellophane. The place where you start is cold, and the texture is no different from ordinary glass.

Leaned down again and looked out, and there was no woman outside the window.

Looking up, the figure on the sunscreen paper is still quietly depicted on the background of bright green illuminated by the moonlight.

If the shadow is not because there is someone outside the house, it is because of ...... Someone behind me! 
It's scary to think about.

Turning suddenly, the room was still empty with the help of the light spell floating in mid-air. Not to mention young girls, not even individuals.

"Could it be that this is the special preference of the original dormitory manager?"

I said to myself. It's just a bold guess, and the figure that appears out of thin air is really weird.

I turned around again and wanted to take another look at the somewhat ghostly glass window, but I found that there was something dark hanging on the yellowish lime wall under the window.

I'm sure there's never been anything that popped up like this.

Cautiously touched the inexplicable object, some warm and soft. With a wave of my palm behind me, the magic light fluttered deftly over me, hovering above my palm.

"It's ......"

With the faint light of the Light Spell, the rectangular strip of object faded from the black that had attached to it. Bright red, damp, fleshy, that's my first reaction when I see this object. A bad premonition surged up in his heart, and he commanded the light spell to continue forward, but he was completely frightened by the object.

It's a fucking tongue!

I staggered back a few steps with a spur of guilt.

It was my first panorama of seeing the tongue. Normally in the mouth is only the part of the tongue, and the larger and longer part is stored in the throat. If there is a blow to the throat, especially the pressure on the neck during hanging, the parts that are hidden in the throat will be squeezed out. This is also why the hanged ghosts in film and television dramas have always dragged their long tongues.

He calmed his heart in the sudden start, and looked at the whole picture of the tongue.

The tongue fell from the face of the inexplicable black shadow on the sunscreen paper all the way down to the base of the wall, but there was still a section hovering on the ground, and the blood oozing from the bottom stained the entire floor with blood red.

"Shh

Suddenly there was a sound of swallowing saliva in the silent room, but the tongue hanging in front of him was strangely curled, straightened again, and returned to its original position.

Shocked by this strange scene, he took out a talisman from his back waist and secretly clasped it in his hand.

"Hiss...... Hey...... Hey ......"

There was another sound of swallowing, accompanied by a somewhat breathless sniffing.

The black shadow on the glass also trembled, the boundaries of the black area were constantly changing, and even the tongue dragging on the ground was moving back and forth in a curl.

"This TM ......"

I couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, the ghost in this Jinzhai building is really a little disgusting.

He pinched out an evil magic seal in his hand, and threw it at the trembling tongue without saying a word. But the violent collision I expected didn't happen, and the glowing sigil just lightly hit the wall and faded away. When I looked closely, the ghost and tongue that had been quite strange disappeared without a trace.

What's going on?

I'm a little confused. I approached the window again, but everything was as normal.

With a bang, the window that had been rusted and rusted suddenly opened, and a violent wind poured into the room, which actually blew my body a little weak. The scene outside the window remained unchanged, except that the canopy of the trees shrouded in moonlight was stained with blood.

"It's not love...... Seems to have been mistaken by the leading edge ......"

In the silent corridor, a resentful female voice sounded. It was a melodious and graceful tune, but in this darkness, it was creepy.

"Flowers fall and bloom from time to time...... Monarch Lai Dong ......"

The intermittent sound floated outside the door, and in the depths of the endless darkness, there seemed to be a woman in a Hanfu and Tang costume, singing gloomily.

"If you go, you must go...... How to live! ”

I grabbed the talisman and cautiously walked out the door. Gently pushing open the hidden wooden door, after a creaking sound, the somewhat ethereal and somewhat strange sound came to an abrupt end. I stood in the darkened hallway, my ears pricked up, looking for the singing woman in the silence.

The sound didn't seem to be hidden by the night.

The eerie tune never came back again. But I can now be sure that there is indeed a wandering ghost in the Jinzhai Building, as rumored to be.

"If the mountain flowers are full of flowers...... Don't ask where the slave returns......"

The tune suddenly resounded in the dormitory manager's room behind him, and what had seemed to be a sound in the depths of the building was now close at hand.

That female ghost is right behind me!

I swerved and pushed the door open, only to see the half-open window and a pair of pale feet hanging from the window.

I rushed to the window and leaned out to look upstairs. Where else are there hanging figures. The cold moonlight reflected on the outer wall of the building, leaving a trail of light.

"Dazzled?"

He said so, but he didn't think so in his heart.

"Beat the drum tightly and beat the gong slowly, stop the gong and stop the drum and listen to the singing, and all kinds of gossip also sing......"

The tune sung by the ancient Qinglou woman suddenly sounded behind her!