Yang Muqing changed into a navy blue hoodie and put it on, and entered the campus effortlessly, like a silent shadow.

There will be a lot of haunted rumors on every campus, especially public toilets and women's dormitories, if it is a medical university, there must be an autopsy room and a morgue, A University is no exception, the most ferocious is the top floor of the library and the shore of Qingyang Lake, every year there are students who are in a hurry to go to the ghost gate to report, no matter how the school strengthens the security work, it is always impossible to prevent it, and the school can not always arrange the security station to stand guard, after all, it is too much to have three hundred taels of silver, besides, if a person really wants to find a short-term view, He will always find the right time and the right method.

The last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the horizon, and the street lamps in the passages of the campus were lit up one after another, as if an invisible musician had lit the prelude to a dark performance with a magic wand to welcome the grand debut of another unknown world.

At this time, Yang Muqing's current world is completely different from that of daytime, this is a new change after gaining mysterious power in Xiangma Town, and he can see more "things" than before that do not belong to the current real world.

He can perceive more, he can discern more, and he even has a wonderful feeling, feeling that a certain part of himself has been completely connected with the underworld, and separated from the present world, as if he has obtained a special pass, which can travel through the yin and yang worlds more easily than Bodhizi.

Now, he could even judge the level and danger of the spirits by their colors: warm yellow and warm souls, blue-purple sad undead, pure white ethereal ghosts, tan alien bumps and bumps, and black and unrecognizable demons.

The colors of this campus are very purple and red, and it seems that the previous rumors that A University was built on a wild cemetery are not groundless.

At nightfall, there are still bustling young students everywhere, not quiet, walking, going to class, self-studying, participating in club activities, calling friends to eat and singing, you and I are spending the moon before the moon......

Yang Muqing didn't like a lot of people, so he decisively entered the library and went straight to the top floor.

There are no lights on the top floor, and there is a lock on the door with the pungent smell of paint, which seems to be the latest precautionary measure.

Yang Muqing hesitated for a second whether to use the wire to open the lock, and then chose to directly use the spiritual power to open the lock, anyway, the spiritual power flowing abundantly in the body has nowhere to go, it is better to use it to solve the problem at hand.

As soon as the door opened, a stunned soul almost had a face-to-face intimate contact with Yang Muqing, his facial features were very exquisite, some boys and girls, twenty-three or four-year-old, very young, looked like a fresh graduate, he was not embarrassed to float at the staircase, I don't know if he just came up or wanted to go down.

Yang Muqing silently remembered his appearance and the name and number on his student ID, and did not make eye contact or verbal communication with him, but pretended not to see him, and staggered by calmly.

The soul is not aggressive, and it is best not to communicate before understanding the situation, after all, the person is still alive, but the soul has been wandering at the ghost gate, in case the soul is frightened and cannot find the way back to the body, the vitality will really be extinguished.

Moreover, the purpose of his trip was not to save perhaps innocent souls.

If we delay our business because of our kindness, we will only inflict actual cruel harm in the name of kindness.

Lighting the soul incense, Yang Muqing took out a human-shaped piece of paper with the eight characters of his birthday, burned it into ashes with yin and yang fire, and then sat cross-legged and used his spiritual power to scatter the ashes to all corners of the top floor.

These ashes are like invisible tentacles, lighting up many white figures, these are the last images of the people who killed themselves on the top floor before they died, they have different faces, but they have similar expressions, they died at different times, but they rushed to death in the same place, they did not know each other before they died, but they reunited in the here and now after death, with Yang Muqing as the heart, like a white rose layer by layer.

Among them, there is Xu Xiaoru.

This Xu Xiaoru is not the same as the one Yang Muqing saw on Xu Qiyao's back before, it only has the will to die, and it has no atmosphere of drawing on life, which is Xu Xiaoru's true face when he was dying.

Yang Muqing's gaze locked on it, and with a slight wave of his hand, the other ghosts were dispelled, and as a result, there was only one white rose left.

Xu Xiaoru, who was taken out of an important spirit, is just a remnant soul, like a beautiful puppet, and it can't tell Yang Muqing more information, but since it is still here, it shows that the caster back then was a new hand, and he actually did not raise Xu Xiaoru's remnant soul separately, which will increase the difficulty of the final success of the spell, even if it can be resurrected, it is also an extreme and incomplete existence.

In addition, he also observed other ghosts by the way just now, and there was no phenomenon of soul mutilation, only Xu Xiaoru was a special case.

This spell caster did deliberately choose Xu Xiaoru.

It's just that, ten years have passed, and there is no trace of the caster here, and where is this person now?

Yang Muqing looked down at the brightly lit university campus, wanting to see through the countless barriers and see the eyes hidden in the dark.

"Buzz ......"

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrate, and Yang Muqing took it out to see that it was Murong Cao calling.

"Did you find anything?"

"A bit of a clue, but not enough. What about you? ”

"Xu Qiyao is a distant relative of Xu Xiaoru, separated by several generations, but the two families occasionally move around, which is not particularly estranged."

"Sure enough, there is a blood relationship, which makes sense."

"In addition, I found Xu Xiaoru's father's residence, if you think it is necessary, you can go for a trip."

"Okay, I'll go."

"Okay, I'll send you the address right away."

Murong Cao didn't say anything more, and quickly hung up the phone, Yang Muqing actually wanted to ask her in what name it was appropriate to come to visit.

Li Hang must not be mentioned, it is estimated that Xu Xiaoru's father has always felt that Li Hang is inseparable from her daughter's death.

So, can you mention Xu Qiyao? Just to test whether Xu Xiaoru's father knows.

Yang Muqing smiled bitterly and shook his head, giving up the idea of acting in a scene, and it was better to act when he saw the opportunity.

put Xu Xiaoru's remnant soul into the white treasure gourd, and was about to turn around and leave, when Yang Muqing suddenly felt that someone had patted him on the shoulder.

He looked sideways, and it was the same creature that blocked him when he opened the door.

"You, can you see me?"

It is not a good thing for the living soul to speak, indicating that the body's autonomous consciousness is already very weak, and even has been dissipated.