In the dark, Yang Jun's flickering gaze finally got a little adapted, and he could roughly see a little black shadow in front of him, and see that the figure was indeed the thing that had just been lying in the coffin. I didn't expect his tongue to stretch out so much, and what I didn't expect was that there were no more people with half flesh and blood, and he still had such a serious breath when he opened his mouth.

There was a slight feeling of heat in his chest, Yang Jun knew that it was looking for the spirit mirror to work, and the heat slowly reached all parts of the body, and the cold body that was blown by the yin wind slowly eased up, but it seemed that it was still a little short of being able to move.

But there was already a mouth in front of him to bite down on his neck, Yang Jun was anxious to follow the ants on the hot pot, and kept urging in his heart: Hurry up, hurry up.

As if something sharp had pierced the skin, Yang Jun couldn't help but bite the tip of his tongue, and the salty taste immediately flowed away in his mouth. But because of this, the body recovered, and Yang Jun hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the man's chest, although he couldn't see it and didn't know if it was his chest, but he just blocked it.

The clothes on the man's body seemed to be very shabby, and as soon as the hand was put on it, he immediately pulled a piece of it, and his hand directly touched the bone rack wrapped in the leather inside.

Yang Jun's chest suddenly lit up with a white light, he hurriedly reached into a hand and took out the spirit mirror inside, pulled it off his neck, and then the white light lit up to see the person in front of him clearly. It was really the guy who lost his brain, now that he was so close, it was really disgusting to watch the drop of his brain, and Yang Jun saw that the fleshy face on the other side of the guy in front of him was actually skinless.

Just now it was too far away, and because of the light, I couldn't see clearly, but now I can see clearly that what the person is hanging in his eyes is not an eyeball at all, but a round piece of meat. His face was gone, his eyes were just two black holes, and the rest of his face was a blackened piece of flesh on which maggots and cockroaches crawled.

"Quack!" The fleshless teeth were hitting up and down, and seeing that he was about to bite again, Yang Jun secretly said in his heart, 'Fight', and saw that the person opened his mouth and stuffed the spirit finder in his hand into it, and the white light was shining in the person's mouth, and it was getting brighter and brighter.

He pushed the thing in front of him away, there seemed to be something more in his hand, and when he looked down, it was a very old photograph, but the light was not enough to allow him to see what was on it. I had to stuff the photo into my pocket and look back at the half-faced guy, who was screaming at this time.

But no matter how you hear it, there is only a lot of sound of bones and teeth colliding, and the white light instantly brightens, but that guy seems to be unwilling to die like this, looking at his appearance, he seems to be dead and has to pull a cushion.

Yang Jun understood what he meant at a glance, and this mouth was a scolding: "Your uncle, you are already dead, and you have to pull a cushion to die again." Yang Jun rushed forward, grabbed the rope tied to the spirit mirror, and put one hand against the man's neck, and the feeling of scratching the flesh in the palm of his hand was so disgusting that he almost let go of his hand.

Looking for the spirit mirror seems to be stuck in that guy's throat, Yang Jun will calm down in his heart, and there is a string of spells on his lips, there is no ghost hand here, so he may urge to find the spirit mirror. Now there is no other way but to harden the horse and become a live horse doctor.

I didn't expect it to really work, looking for the spirit mirror flashed and popped out of the throat directly, and the dry hand that was about to grab Yang Jun also retracted, and the spirit mirror was lit up in Yang Jun's hand. Seeing that it worked, Yang Jun immediately recited the incantation again, and then the brightness of this meeting directly slapped the spirit mirror in his hand on the person's forehead.

The mirror pressed against the man's forehead, and he began to whine, the only flesh of his body began to fall, and the entire skeleton broke with a clattering sound.

Looking at the pile of flesh and blood with bones on the ground in front of him, there was a churning in his stomach, and the spirit mirror fell on top of the pile of meat, fortunately, it fell on it, and if it was buried in it, he had to reach out and grab it. Tut-tut, just thinking about Yang Jun shook his head.

"It stinks, rub! It's disgusting. He squatted down and picked up the spirit mirror on the meat puree, and wiped it with a rag before putting it in his pocket, he didn't dare to wear it around his neck until it was cleaned.

But when he looked up, he was confused again, and there was no movement in the attic, but the light around him was still the same black, and the candles had burned out.

"Meow~" A cat meowed, Yang Jun almost forgot that Ah San was also trapped in this attic. I didn't bother to care about it just after fighting, and I don't know where it came from. There were a pair of white eyes in the air in front of him, Yang Jun's body trembled, seeing such a pair of eyes in such a dark place, it would be good not to be scared to death, Ah San was very dark, and he couldn't see anything except those eyes.

Reaching out and touching his pocket, Yang Jun turned on a metal lighter he bought here, the flame was very small, and the range was not large enough to illuminate. In the direction of the eyes, Yang Jun walked over slowly, and the pair of eyes were really empty, which indicated that Ah San was stepping on something.

When I walked over, I couldn't help but be startled, this black guy actually stepped on the edge of the coffin, and the open coffin wafted out a stench, the same as the smell of the half-faced body. Yang Jun didn't want to come over, but something seemed to flash in the coffin, it should be a small metal object, and it flashed in the light of the lighter.

Reaching out and removing some of the miscellaneous items in the coffin, he took the small metal piece to his hand, which was a round ring-shaped object, and on closer inspection, it turned out to be a ring. It was still a gold ring, thinking about the half of the face lying in it just now, Yang Jun remembered that he had ripped a photo from him.

I saw Ah San, who was sitting quietly on the edge of the coffin, holding the flame of the lighter with one hand, and feeling out the photo in his pocket with the other.

This is a black and white photo with two people on it, both of whom look to be strong guys in their twenties, with each other's shoulders on each other's shoulders, and they can be seen smiling at the camera.

After taking a closer look at the faces of the two, Yang Jun was stunned, this is still an acquaintance. And it is the boss who sells steamed buns at the school gate, although the one in the photo is twenty years younger, but the smile has not changed at all, it is the owner of the steamed bun shop.

Yang Jun suddenly remembered that the owner of the steamed bun shop had told him that one of his younger brothers had disappeared twenty years ago. "Could it be just" Glancing at the lump of meat on the ground, and then looking at the photo and ring in his hand, Yang Jun felt that he should return these things to the owner of the bun shop.

"Alas, it seems that the fourth floor does not have the answer I am looking for, so I still have to figure it out on my own." Walking around the attic with a lighter, there was nothing else of value, and there was no way out of nowhere. Yang Jun had no choice but to climb down from the original opening, this trip can't be said to be without a little gain, at least to help the owner of the bun shop find his relatives, although there are only two relics.

Going down the attic, Yang Jun looked up at the wall, and when he came in, Lingling's body was hanging here, and her limbs were stripped of flesh and blood. I don't know if he misses Lingling too much, or if it's true that she has been tortured like this, he knows that Lingling should be by the vice principal's side, but he didn't deal with him last time, and he doesn't know when she will appear again.

"Let's finish what we need to do first!" Sighing and no longer staring at the wall in a daze, Yang Jun came to the door, stretched out his hand and pulled it without pulling it open, this time he already knew what mystery existed on it.

Yang Jun took out the spirit mirror in his pocket, and with a thought, a trace of black gas floated up on the doorknob, and then he was absorbed by the spirit mirror. It would be pulled again, and sure enough, the door would open, and it was still raining outside, but there was no thunder. The crackling sound of the overnight rain in summer, hitting the ground and making a nice sound, listening to the sound of the rain, the mind seems to be completely relaxed at this moment.

"I thought that my college life would be very peaceful, it seems that sometimes a person's decision can really change his life, if I hadn't established the Paranormal Research Association in the first place, would it have been a different situation." Yang Jun suddenly sighed at the rain, people are probably such strange creatures.

In the rain, Yang Jun quickly walked out of the school gate, although there were guards keeping vigil, but it was late at night when it rained so heavily, Yang Jun passed by the school gate and saw that he was asleep, so he went out of the school so easily.

The bun shop is about 20 meters away from the school gate and turns right at a position that is quite close, and the whole street is still asleep at this time, but the bun shop is lit up, and the light shines out of the window. Sure enough, everyone who makes steamed buns has to get up very early, and they have to get up at three or four o'clock to steam the steamed buns before they can be sold during the day.

Yang Jun walked up and knocked on the wooden board blocking the door. "Who!" A man's voice came out, and the planks began to shake.

The man moved a wooden board and saw a man standing at the door, his hair wet from the rain and sticking to his face, his whole body was still dripping with water, and his face looked a little white for some reason. The boss was startled and was about to shout loudly, only then did he see that the man in front of him seemed to be the young man who came here to buy buns yesterday and chatted with him for a while.

"Young man, why did you come here in the middle of the night, I haven't opened a shop yet." The boss asked Yang Jun suspiciously.

Yang Jun didn't speak, but directly took out two things from his pocket and handed them to the boss, and the boss, who was still full of energy and questions at first, saw these two things, and the whole person was depressed. It seemed that he was thirty years old in an instant, and he couldn't see the vitality from his face, the owner of the bun shop didn't speak, but looked at the two things in his hand blankly, and then ignored Yang Jun and turned his head directly and walked into the house.

Looking at the back full of sadness, Yang Jun suddenly felt that he was a sinner, and he completely broke the little expectation in a person's heart. What do you say about a person who has lost even the only hope in his heart, what can he live Yang Jun looked at that back with a complicated heart, and then turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the rainy night, he remembered that he should go to another place Jiang Yang's house.

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