Chapter 1396: Fantasy Antique Shop Work Log 30

Just to be safe, they didn't take the elevator.

Jin Chen walked in front, always keeping close to Ying Wu Shu so he could sense any danger immediately.

Even if Zi Ying hated them, she didn't dare cause trouble here and was forced to follow.

"Strange…… I never thought the stairs were this long before." The principal went on, getting goosebumps all over, not to mention the corridor was cold and quiet, completely lacking its former lively atmosphere.

"Ah!!!"

A scream suddenly came from the seventh floor, followed by a college student panicking and running down, seeing several people and shuddering all over.

Jin Chen patted his shoulder to steady his yang energy, "What happened?"

The male student took a long time to barely calm down, his legs trembling uncontrollably as he pointed upstairs.

"Someone…… someone was playing a game upstairs, and suddenly it went dark—I'm scared!"

Ying Wu Shu: "What game?"

"Spirit writing!"

Ying Wu Shu: "……"

That really fits the occasion.

"Classmate, don't run around—go to the sixth floor B hall and wait for notice; there are lots of people there." The principal hurriedly gave him directions.

As they went upstairs, the four people playing spirit writing, flashlights on, were squatting in the corridor when a few sudden people startled them.

"Who are you guys!" Han Yu stood up and asked, his voice somewhat loud.

Jin Chen glanced over; the two men and two women had varied expressions, apparently also frightened by the sudden darkness.

"You're not afraid of ghosts, but afraid of people?" Jin Chen said in a cold tone.

The girl with black lipstick immediately frowned, "Who are you yelling at? This darkness must be your doing—you……"

Before she could finish, she realized something was off, suddenly lifted her hoodie hood, stiffened her neck to look outside the corridor, "No, when did it get dark?"

Jin Chen promptly stopped their screaming, "Don't shout yet—you're playing spirit writing here, who are you trying to summon?"

"Of course it's……" "Wu Ya, don't talk nonsense." Wu Xiao Xiao grabbed Wu Ya's hand, "We just wanted… to play a game."

"Yeah, yeah, we're from the school Adventure Club, just playing a game!" Cao Wu behind Han Yu also stepped over, trying to convince himself.

The principal was unusually furious: "You really are misbehaving! With so many games to play, you go play with ghosts! What college, what major are you?"

"Who are you, old man, to butt in like that?" Wu Ya snapped back irritably.

"I'm your principal!"

The four people: "……"

Wait a minute, the problem's getting big.

A few minutes later, Jin Chen opened the door to the seventh floor lounge, which happened to be where they were holding the spirit writing session.

The completely honest four people entered one after another; Wu Ya frowned at Zi Ying, noticing her instinctively avert her gaze, making his expression even stranger.

"Who will answer that question just now?" Jin Chen glanced at the table set up for the spirit writing ritual and asked in a cold voice.

Now nobody dared hide anything, they spilled everything.

Cao Wu: "It's the senior sister who jumped off the building and killed herself half a year ago—you didn't know?"

The principal's face changed instantly; Ying Wu Shu glanced at him, and he could only hold back his words.

Back then it was graduation season, the school was bustling, and the day after the diplomas were handed out, a graduating student jumped to his death; the school and police quickly closed the case, ultimately ruling it an emotional dispute, after which nothing more was heard.

Ying Wu Shu had also heard of this incident, but back then the police had already closed the case, and he had just taken over Spirit Pure Crossing, so he didn't pay much attention.

But obviously the story didn't end here.

Wu Ya took up the thread and continued: "This time after school started, that dorm was sealed shut, but the neighboring dorm kept hearing someone crying inside and singing incomprehensible songs; after that, the building has been haunted repeatedly."

"For example, clothes—many people have a few unworn garments in their closets that look nice, but……"

Wu Ya shivered, "But those clothes are especially weird, not something a person would wear."

The principal pushed up his glasses in surprise, his brows knotting into a river‑like shape, "How come I've never heard of this? Didn't you tell the counselor?"

Wu Xiao Xiao shrugged, "Even if we told them, it wouldn't help—news gets suppressed layer by layer; the higher-ups couldn't possibly know."

Han Yu scratched his head and added: "Just in the past half month, the people who used to share that dorm with the senior sister have returned to continue graduate studies, and the hauntings have increased; there are even rumors…… that if someone finds it intolerable, they can summon that senior sister to punish them, needing only to pay a small price in blood."

Ying Wu Shu couldn't help but exclaim, "You'd rather believe a violently dead ghost than call the police?"

What a strange idea.

The principal, both angry and anxious, asked Jin Chen: "Then the ghost that snatched a few teachers and Du Juan—could it be that jumper student?"

Jin Chen didn't answer right away, instead countering: "I'm curious what that person's true cause of death was; if you clear her name, she certainly wouldn't become a vengeful spirit unwilling to leave."

"This……"

The principal paced two steps on the spot, torn up inside, and still said: "To be honest, I wasn't at school then; the vice principal handled the whole matter, but indeed there was a cover‑up."

"It was a roommate conflict, plus… the issue of recommended graduate school."

"No…… really, there's actually a ghost?" Cao Wu couldn't help interject, "Are you guys here to catch ghosts?"

Jin Chen felt a stir inside and said softly, "Let's play a round of spirit writing and see if we can summon it."

That way he won't have to run around looking for ghosts—too tiring.

He calmly looked at the four people huddled together, "Sit down together."

If I recall correctly, one person can't do spirit writing alone.

Jin Chen's aura was too overpowering; Wu Xiao Xiao was on the verge of tears but didn't dare refuse, and the four people sat cross‑legged again.

"Pinch, hold the pen, place the nib on the blank paper." Han Yu said, then asked again: "If there really is a ghost, you can guarantee our safety, right?"

Ying Wu Shu stood aside and interjected coldly, "Adventure Club, what's there to fear?"

Han Yu: "……" Should we be scared or not!

The five people gripped the pen tightly, the nib poised over the blank space, and spoke in unison in the dim lounge.

Pen Immortal, Pen Immortal, you are my past life, you are my present life, if you want to make a wish with me, please draw a circle on the paper……

Pen Immortal, Pen Immortal, you are my past life……

Ahhh!

Ziying let out a sudden shriek, pointing at the door that had been abruptly pushed open.