He felt that this was a good opportunity for this mission without him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He had observed it just now, and he found that Luo Yasen was very worried about the safety of several people who went on a mission, and he had been fidgeting. Li Yanxia was injured and bedridden, lying in her room. Fang Yisheng excused himself to go back to his room to rest and came to the second floor alone.

He was just here to see the excitement, and he didn't really care too much about the life and death of other people. As the heir of the so-called exorcist family, he is very unfamiliar with the "caring for others". In fact, before this "practice", he had never left home and had never had any friends. He was a little puzzled by Royasen's concerns. However, he didn't plan to think too much about it.

He was very curious, and he had searched the rooms, but he had never found anything of value.

Shi Yuan's room was quiet and silent. In the darkness, the room looked a little eerie.

Fang Yisheng didn't turn on the light, and carefully closed the door.

The moonlight poured in through the window, revealing a sense of coldness. Fang Yisheng looked around the room, then closed his eyes.

There are some things that can only be felt when you close your eyes.

Fang Yisheng stood in the middle of the room, his eyes closed, the same as when Shi Yuan expanded the Perception Domain.

All he could hear was the sound of his own breathing.

Very weird, uncomfortable-sounding breathing sounds.

He had a cold, and as soon as the last mission was completed, he felt weak, dizzy, runny nose and sneezing.

The most uncomfortable thing for him was the stuffy nose, and the feeling of not breathing easily made him very uncomfortable.

And now, nasal congestion poses a new problem.

In this dark room with no people, his breathing sounded like a female ghost crying.

No matter how he adjusted, blew his nose, and turned his head sideways, it didn't help.

It was impossible for him not to breathe. Even if you try to hold your breath, you can only hold on for a short time.

He hated the sound of his breathing. This voice upset him, and the joy of finally getting the opportunity to enter Shi Yuan's room disappeared without a trace.

His eyes were still closed, but he couldn't hear or feel anything but the sound of his own breathing.

The breath that sounded like the cry of a female ghost grew louder and louder to him, deafening in the silence of the night. Fang Yisheng felt a roar in his skull, and the sound made him almost crazy.

He felt as if the sound was not only coming from his nasal cavity, but seemed to be in harmony with some kind of sound from the outside world.

Voices from the outside?

Fang Yisheng opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for air.

"What's going on?" He couldn't help but mutter.

He couldn't take it anymore and ran to the door and turned on the light.

The light calmed him a little, and the strange feeling he had just now gradually disappeared.

He flipped through a few books on his desk and took out his laptop from the cabinet, but he still found nothing.

He didn't actually have any purpose, he just wanted to see if he would find anything special, such as those related to Shi Yuan's secrets.

He knew he could sense the aura of ghosts, but where did this ability come from? Innate? Why did everyone else, as if he was the leader, as if willingly accepting his arrangement? Could he be doing some kind of witchcraft? For example, voodoo, head lowering, Gu or something? What is his relationship with Royasen? Why live in his house?

The more Fang Yisheng thought about it, the more curious he became, and the speed of rummaging became faster.

However, he felt a strange stagnation in his limbs, as if a large amount of frost was wrapping around him in the air.

What's going on?

Fang Yisheng's movements stopped, and he spread his arms to look carefully.

He couldn't see anything, and his arms looked very normal.

He closed his eyes again, trying to hear something.

The sound of breathing, like the cry of a female ghost, came to his ears again, and he only felt a wave of irritability. In desperation, he could only hold his breath for a while and listen carefully.

The freezing stagnation was still there, and he always felt that he should have been frozen, but in fact he didn't feel too cold, only a little chill.

The chill was silky, like a myriad of veils gliding across the skin.

He shuddered, and the doubts in his heart intensified.

What did this Shi Yuan do in this room?

At this moment, the cry of the female ghost that had been suppressed for a long time sounded again, but Fang Yisheng felt his scalp tingle at this moment.

He didn't breathe again, the sound wasn't made by him!

He opened his eyes suddenly, only to find to his horror that the lights had been turned off at some point, and the room was pitch black. He looked around and found that he had forgotten where he was and could not tell where the door was.

But soon, he spotted a pale green glow, which was the indicator light of Shi Yuan's laptop.

Laptop? Yes, I just put it on the desk, so, that's the direction of the desk, so the door, it should be on the right.

After Fang Yisheng judged the location of the door, he immediately walked in that direction.

The female ghost's cries grew louder and louder, from far to near, as if moving from an unknown darkness towards the location of the door.

Fang Yisheng's steps stopped, and before he could touch the door, he felt a piercing chill.

The ghost's cry was coming from outside the door, almost exactly the same as his breathing.

Am I going to be trapped here?

In Fang Yisheng's mind, there was only one thought.

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Li Zihang felt trembling all over, and the intense fear and despair made her seem to be a different person.

The usual fat girl with big branches and leaves is gone, and Li Zihang at this time is timid and timid, like a sheep trapped in a wolf pack.

She had just witnessed the whole process of the killing. It was the first time she had seen someone kill someone.

The person who was killed was the idol star Mi Xiaoling, and the one who killed him was the woman Liu Tong who stood with Shi Yuan.

When the machete was swung high and fell fiercely, and blood splashed everywhere, Li Zihang felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Who the hell is she? How can you really kill people without scruples like this? Why is Shi Yuan with such a person? Could it be that Shi Yuan has also become like this? No, no, Shi Yuan will not become a murderer!

Li Zihang shook her head unconsciously, and the thought just now made her tremble.

She believed in Shi Yuan, and believed in the boy she had known for a long time.

Seven years ago......

"Huh? Why didn't Shi Yuan come today? Li Zihang asked the tablemate.

"It seems that he is sick and has taken a leave of absence."

"Take a leave of absence?" Li Zihang was very surprised, "Could it be that you have some serious illness?" ”

"I don't know, I'm going to take a year off anyway."

"Oh......"

Li Zihang couldn't hide his worries, and looked at the empty seat thoughtfully.

The next day, there was another empty seat.