In order to solve my doubts, we came to the old school building together.

The old school building was built when it was built, and it is a building from the last century, and the yellowed walls and the thick and thin moss on it tell the story of the building.

I have been back and forth many times, but not once has it been like this, my eyes are sore and my heart is beating so exaggeratedly that I am squinting in cold sweat.

It was as if I felt that the old building was like a big whirlpool, and the two of us were stepping into the unknown, involved in a horror that I had never experienced before.

Soon we were on the third floor, and Room 9 was at the end of the hallway.

I've thought about many images of when we got there, a bunch of zombies popping out of the door and dismembering us, or a long-haired woman in white standing inside, floating in a locked soul.

Come to the door.

It was a dilapidated wooden door with a thick iron chain tethered between the doorknobs. There is also a seal, the seal is yellow and dry, it should be some years, I have been looking for a long time, and I have not seen any traces of tearing.

Where's that old, clean door?

I didn't give up, and pushed the door, but there was nothing to gain but dusty hands, and the door was still closed.

"Alright, that's the end of the joke." Luo Yunfeng glanced at me and said.

I didn't answer, because I couldn't speak, and if you go to your neighbor's house every day and suddenly one day you find that there is no neighbor next door to your house, and there is only a ruined and dilapidated house, how terrifying it is.

I felt a chill in my back, as if there were a pair of eyes staring at me inside this door.

When I got back to the dormitory, I collapsed on the bed, my brain feeling like it had been filled with lead, and my surroundings seemed to revolve around me.

I fell asleep in a daze. Until the phone alarm woke me up, I picked up the phone, and the screen said: 10 o'clock.

The feng shui class was about to start, my heart trembled, I stared at the time on the screen for a while, put down my phone, looked out the door, looked at the phone, and looked out the door again.

Curiosity overcame fear, I changed my clothes and walked slowly towards the old school building. I don't know what courage is, I just feel like if I don't figure it out, I'm going to be worse than dead.

I came to the door of Room 9 again.

I suppressed my strong breathing and stared at the door in front of me, an old, clean door.

The chains and seals that we had repeatedly confirmed in the morning were gone. I swallowed my saliva, and cold sweat flowed into my mouth, salty.

The door was closed, there was no movement inside, it looked like it could be pushed open at any moment, like a gate to hell, calling me in.

I'm not unprepared, in the past few days, I've learned a lot of how to write charms, and I'm holding a bunch of exorcism talismans in my hand, thinking to myself, if something dirty comes at me in a while, I'll call him three seven twenty-one, and stick ten eight talismans on him first. But after thinking about it, these charms were all taught by the old gentleman, if he was really a powerful ghost, would it work for him?

I hesitated for a moment, but shuddered, and pushed the door open, which was very light and creaked open with a slight push.

There are no ghosts, and there are no zombies. An old gentleman with pale hair was sitting on the stage.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" I shouted outside the door to embolden myself.

The old gentleman slowly turned his head and raised his eyelids to look at me.

It was a look that saw through the soul, and I felt that my whole body was being seen through, and I felt that my heart was hairy, as if the air around me was frozen.

"Since they're all here, why are you still staying at the door?" His voice was flat, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

That's right, if it comes, it will be safe.

I held up the exorcism talisman in my hand to him, and little by little I carefully rubbed into the classroom.

After entering, I saw him smile slightly, and as soon as he raised his fingers, the exorcism talisman in my hand suddenly caught fire, and I threw it out.

The exorcism talisman floating in the air slowly landed, like the last straw, breaking the strings that had been tightening my balls.

I couldn't control my fear anymore, I yelled "ah" and turned to run. Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, I found that the door was the same inside and outside, it was all this classroom.

Ghost hitting the wall?

When people are in extreme fear, they lose the ability to think.

At this point, there is only one word in my head: "run". However, running is useless, it will only constantly consume your physical strength. Still, I kept running, running.

Between the intense running and wheezing, I gradually felt exhausted and began to realize my own incompetence. At this time, only by calming down can you have a chance to leave.

If you think about it, these days, I have been helping the old gentleman transcribe ancient books, and I have had a lot of contact with him, although his personality is a little eccentric, but it is also kind.

Ghosts are both good and evil, right?

I stopped slowly, partly because my fear had decreased, and partly because I had lost my energy.

I bent over and leaned against the wall to gasp for air, trying to calm myself down, and asked in the calmest of tones, "You're not human, are you?" ”

The old gentleman spread his hands and said, "Is this important?" I don't have any malice, but I just think about some things on my mind, and I need to use the power of ancient books, and I also need to rely on your power. ”

My power? I was confused, but it quickly came to pass, and he was referring to my ability to copy ancient characters.

"Why don't you just flip through the ancient books and have to copy them down before you read them?" This is what I have been puzzled about for the past few days.

I saw him smile slightly, stood up with the book in his hand, turned a few pages and said, "Do you know, the wordless book of heaven?" ”

"Wordless Heavenly Book?"

"Hmm." He nodded, took a deep breath, looked up slightly at the sky outside the window, thoughtfully, and then said slowly:

"Feng Shui Yin and Yang is also divided into many sects, legend has it that the ancestors of our sect almost had a god-like Feng Shui technique, so that the dead land is full of life, so that the desert can be restored to greenery. He recorded his life's learning in an ancient book and passed it on to the world, hoping to continue to benefit mankind, but unfortunately the world did not know how to be grateful, and used magic to fight for territory and kill each other, so that the lives were devastated.

When the ancestor saw this scene, he was not sad, and with tears in his eyes, he cleaned up those who used magic to do evil, and when he finished the last wicked man, he himself was mortally wounded. After his death, his disciples buried him in the back mountain along with the Yin Yang Feng Shui treatise.

But this is just a legend after all, at least I always thought so, until that day, it was the annual day of worship to the ancestors, the sky was not beautiful, it rained very heavily, and the rain washed away most of the mud on the soil slope, revealing a tomb.

We worship every year, but we don't know that there is a tomb. After the heavy rain, while cleaning the tomb, we found this ancient book, and everyone was so excited that they all rushed to read it, and then the master came, and said that he would not let us see it, and let us return it to its original place, so we had to obediently do it.

However, I don't know who leaked the news, the fact that there are ancient books hidden in our back mountains spread all over the feng shui world, and all of a sudden, all the sects have gone up the mountain to dig the graves of our ancestors, how can we agree, among all the sects, we are considered one of the best, so it is relatively easy to resist foreign enemies, unexpectedly"

At this, the old gentleman choked up, and his face was cloudy, like anger and sadness.

"Foreign enemies are easy to defend, but family thieves are difficult to prevent, after seeing the ancient books, the same brothers became greedy, for the sake of the ancient books, deceived the teachers and destroyed the ancestors, and killed each other. After the master was poisoned, I was extremely unhappy in my heart. I wanted to clean up the portal and avenge my teacher, but I had no choice but to be poor in my studies, and I was not an opponent of the same rebel at all, and I wanted to use the power of ancient books, but I found that these ancient books that countless people died for did not have a word. After I died, I was unwilling, and my soul was attached to the ancient book and could not be reincarnated. ”

Although I had been mentally prepared, when I knew exactly that the old gentleman in front of me was not a person, I was still tugged at in my heart.

The old gentleman put his right hand on his chest and said, "I am very desperate, helpless, and resentful. Child, you are the one who gave me hope, do you know how excited I was when you read it that day? As long as you"

"Nope." I interrupted him, shaking my head incessantly.

"Why me? I'm just an ordinary person who was born in an ordinary family, wears the most ordinary clothes, studies in an ordinary university, has to consider whether the living expenses are enough, and feels distressed for a long time when buying a piece of clothing. I don't even care about myself, why do I have to touch these strange things. "At this point, I actually cried.

Who would be content to be ordinary?

Later, I left, and he didn't stop me.

In the dormitory, I lay in bed, looking at the familiar and warm surroundings around me, and I breathed a sigh of relief, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

If only it were a dream.

I didn't mention this to anyone, life had to go on, I ate, went to class, and studied as usual. During this period, I also went to a feng shui class of the real teacher Wang, which was not interesting.

A month later.

When I went to bed in the evening, I washed up and went to bed as usual, but my roommates soon snored loudly, but I couldn't fall asleep.

The night was so quiet that I could even hear the gears of my roommate's watch turning.

Suddenly, there was a sound in the hallway, and I ignored it, closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

But the sound lasted for a long time.

It's so late, what could be the sound it makes? I listened carefully, it looked like someone was turning over something, and it looked like someone was dragging something on the ground, and the sound was not loud, but it was very abrupt in the night

Gradually, my heart began to grow.

It's getting closer!

I didn't dare to come out, the strange sound was getting closer and closer, more and more clear, and it seemed that I had come to the door, and suddenly, I felt a little itchy in my throat.

"Cough, cough", this small dry cough sound, in this environment is like a thunderbolt. My heart rose to my throat, my hands clutched the quilt, I held my breath, and listened carefully to the movement outside.

There was a deathly silence outside the hallway.

I had a bloody image in my mind, a man with a miserable smile on his face, dragging a bloodied man down the hallway, his shattered skull dragging a trail of blood on the ground, making a gurgling sound. Attracted by my cough, he stopped outside the door, staring inside with bloodshot eyes, staring at me.