Chapter 560 (1/2)
Yan Bai has no idea of Jiang Heng's entanglement.
Half an hour after dinner, he washed, changed his pajamas and climbed into bed.
However, there is an alarm clock on the phone at half past eleven.
He is more concerned about the ghost that Guo Jiamin talked about.
Now that someone is looking for him, it doesn't seem very good that he doesn't meet. The campus in the middle of the night is quiet with a little gloomy atmosphere, and the light wind is accompanied by a few short cat calls. In the dark, it is particularly harsh. If someone passes by, they will be scared. Run away quickly?
Yan Bai walked briskly through some low trees with fallen branches. His footsteps were almost completely hidden in the wind. His figure was so fast that even the camera could not capture his figure.
The black cat on the shoulder seems to have been bumped a few times. While the man stopped, he raised his paws and mercilessly scratched his back neck.
Yan Bai was surprised and opened his mouth slightly. He shook his head and chuckled helplessly: ”his temper is really getting bigger and bigger.”
Small black twist the beginning, black and gold pupil filled with disdain.
Yan Bai chuckled, his eyes scattered a thin layer of warm color, the whole body breath soft a bit, the night also dyed a bit of light color.
He stretched out his hand and gently pinched Xiaohei's back neck, and turned his eyes to observe the surrounding environment.
It was the second time he had come to this place in the dark.
The feeling this time is clearer than last time.
Yin Qi is too heavy, and there are some other things in the floating breath.
He wrinkled his nose and sniffed it carefully. After identification, he found that the smell was similar to that of the perfume ash.
Guo Jiamin did not lie this time.
But I don't know where they are going to sacrifice this time.
”Young master?”
The familiar ghost voice interrupted Yan Bai's thoughts.
He picked a little invisible on the tip of his brow, and then he looked at the people Oh, it's not a ghost.
”Xiaobai, how did you come here?”
Xiaobai smiles faintly, and there is a little tenderness floating in the white pupil.
”The ghost in this area lost a ghost. After several searches, there was no clue, so he reported it to the police. I happened to be OK, so I came to have a look.”
Lost ghost?
Yan Bai tilts his head and sweeps the dark awn of unknown meaning.
”Name?”
”Tang Qianqian.”
”Tang Qianqian?”
Yan Bai's voice can't help but raise a degree slightly, eyes are full of accidents.
Since he was an adult, Xiaobai has rarely seen him like this. He can't help but wonder.
”What's wrong with this man?”
Yan Bai pondered for a moment, shook his head shallowly and asked softly, ”how long has your soul been missing?”
”Seven years.”
Seven years?
Yan Bai's eyes flashed and unconsciously thought of the post that he had seen before.
The post was first published seven years ago.
All the students in red were named in the post seven years ago.
Are these two things related?
”What's the matter, young master?”
Yan Bai lightly hooked a corner of the mouth, turned his head to scan the surrounding environment, in the heart has a guess.
”I think the soul you're looking for should be trapped here.”
School leaders are looking for someone to help the souls who were killed in the accident. In principle, this place should have been purified. But at this time, he can clearly feel the strong Yin Qi here, which can show that the master of chaodu at that time probably didn't have his kung fu, so he used the wrong method to confine all the unjust souls here, and could not go out to harm the secular world.
However, the soul that has been imprisoned for a long time is actually dying, and the resentment at the bottom of my heart is becoming more and more intense. Gradually, the resentment merges. In the change of heaven and earth, it is likely to become something else. In the meantime, there came another so-called suicide.
Resentment collides.
He thought, he probably knew what was going to happen.
Yan Bai took out his mobile phone and checked it. He was surprised to find that there was no official report on the incident of the schoolgirl in red seven years ago, even the police report.
The whole story is just like the one who wrote it himself.
Yan Bai thought about it for a moment, raised his hand, slightly opened his collar, and the red rope collided with his skin color, which made him particularly dazzling in the dark.
He raised his hand and took off the necklace from his neck.
The blue pendant is dazzling in the thin moonlight, and the reflected light in an instant is like daylight, which makes people look sideways.
Xiaobai looks at him to take out the lucky stone, eyelids can't help but pull.
”Young master, you...”
”I'm finally waiting for you.”
Waiting for him to finish speaking, a female voice of vicissitudes inserted, and instantly attracted two people's attention.
Yan Bai holds the lucky stone with his backhand and turns his eyes.In the dark, a shadow thicker than the night floats in the void. Even if you can't see your face clearly, you can feel the strong stillness and despair emanating from each other.
Yan Bai stepped back in silence and hid himself in the darkness.
”Who are you?”
The shadow came unsteadily and floated out of the shadow.
In the thin moonlight, the ghost's face was torn, shocking.
Perhaps the small face of palm size, densely overlapped with another face, eyes swept all over the body, eyes dark. On her face, she was covered with different faces, such as a face mask, and one over one. Countless eyes on her face, body, different frequency of blinking, people feel numb.