Chapter 1403: Fantasy Antique Shop Part-Time Work Log 37

Eighth floor lounge.

After waiting a long time for the two big shots to return, the hallway outside was deathly quiet, and Han Yu was the first who couldn't hold it in.

He strode a few steps, shoved the window open hard, took several deep breaths, and said in a muffled voice: "How are we supposed to solve this? Give me a solution quickly—what if the planchette spirit really hasn't been sent away?"

"Why don't we try it ourselves?" Wu Xiaoxiao suggested, clutching her skirt hem, very afraid: "Anyway, that big shot just put a talisman on it—even if the planchette spirit… suddenly appears, it should be fine, right?"

After Wu Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she put her arm around Wu Ya's shoulder and asked her: "What do you think?"

Wu Ya cautiously shook her head: "Better to keep the status quo and wait for them to come back."

"I actually think Xiao Xiao's suggestion isn't bad," Cao Wu rolled up his sleeves, ready to act, his courage revived by the two talismans: "Don't they say the planchette spirit follows people?"

Wu Xiaoxiao smiled at Cao Wu: "Then let's begin."

The four of them picked up the pens again, and Wu Xiaoxiao suddenly whispered: "By the way, do you still remember why we were playing with the planchette?"

Han Yu blurted out: "Of course it's to punish the…… person we dislike."

He suddenly froze, his whole body feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The planchette spirit is real, and so are ghosts!

That person we dislike…… could it be……

"What a joke!" Han Yu broke out in a cold sweat.

I just wanted to vent, I didn't really want to kill anyone!

Wu Xiaoxiao: "Do you want to know who I was silently cursing?"

"Don't say that!" Wu Ya snapped, biting hard on her dark lower lip: "We're just joking—no one will definitely die."

"That's not necessarily true."

Wu Xiaoxiao suddenly tilted her head at him, eyes vicious: "The planchette spirit can't kill, but I can."

As long as she killed these three people, Ling Hong would keep her promise and let her go!

"You!!" The three of them exclaimed in shock, not reacting in time.

Wu Xiaoxiao drew a dagger from her skirt and stabbed hard at Cao Wu's chest, the nearest target, but just as she was about to succeed, an unknown force bounced her back.

"What…" Wu Xiaoxiao's wrist went numb from the shock as she was bounced back, staring in astonishment at the talisman on the window—why could it even stop a person from killing?

"Ahhhh!" Cao Wu suddenly realized what was happening, terrified to the point of bulging eyes, he fled outside without thinking, forgetting Jin Chen's warning.

Wu Xiaoxiao became extraordinarily obsessive—perhaps because she had already successfully killed a roommate—she showed no mercy at all.

Zi Ying only sacrificed one person, yet as the mastermind she could survive—why should I have to die?

Wu Xiaoxiao let the three of them run out of the lounge; that way she could succeed, she chased after them brandishing her knife, her whole mind turning paranoid and insane.

"Run, run… she's waiting for you upstairs…"

Wu Xiaoxiao's tone was resentful, she unconsciously blurted out her inner thoughts, her face twisted: "That bitch, even dead she won't rest!"

——

The black main gate was pushed open, and it was the gymnasium again.

The swimming pool's water was stained with blood, the surface reeking of filthy, foul-smelling murk, the blood nearly dyeing half the pool red.

Drip, drip, drip—something kept dripping into the pool, the sound of each drop soft yet like an explosion in the ear, faster than a heartbeat.

Following the sound of the drops, Zi Ying, still unaware she had been exposed, trembled even more violently, nearly crying out.

"Why…" Zi Ying whispered so softly it was almost inaudible, her pupils quivering.

Didn't Ling Hong say that as long as you find a substitute to die for you, you can live?

The two hanging in the swimming pool had found several scapegoats, so why were they also killed……

What should she do, Du Juan…… is she dead or not!

Jin Chen frowned, staring at the two bodies suspended by belts around their necks, floating in the pool, and matched them against the list Ling Gun Gun had given.

Six-person dormitory—Ling Hong, who collectively caused a death; Liu Bei, who died in the abandoned storage room; Wu Xiaoxiao in the lounge; Zi Ying, who looked about to be harmed; the only ones left were these two.

"Do you also like swimming… hearing the water flow gurgle into your belly, your white face blocked from breathing……"

"Float, float…… the unheard cries for help, lonely… lonely…, the sound of coins is nice to hear……"

The song rang out again.

"Stop singing… stop singing!" Zi Ying covered her ears and screamed, her heart up in her throat—every scene was torture for her.

"Are you never going to stop!?"

"Ahhhh!" The changing room of the natatorium suddenly burst with a shrill scream, followed by a naked middle-aged woman drenched in bloodstains and wounds, her pupils scattered.

Her wrists, neck, and ears were all bound by long gold chains, the pressure cutting into the bone.

As if she hadn't noticed the few people who had just appeared, she kept repeating the motion of jumping into the filthy pool, smashing into the two corpses, then running out of the changing room, trapped in a death loop.

"This person is already dead." Jin Chen said.

Ying Wu Shu shifted his gaze and asked the principal: "Is this the dorm supervisor?"

The principal nodded dumbly, no longer knowing what expression to make.

Everyone who had been brought in came to no good end—what about Du Juan…… could she also……

He dared not entertain the worst guess, only hoping that Du Juan and Ling Hong had no connection, so they might show her leniency.

"Uncle!" a clear female voice rang out—but it came from the ceiling.

Everyone looked up.

Du Juan, whom they had desperately searched for, was now bound at the wrists by a rope that could snap any moment, her body hanging in the air nearly ten meters above, the pool water below slowly receding, leaving only dried bloodstains.

If she fell, death was certain.

"Xiao Juan! Xiao Juan, don't be scared…… Uncle's coming to save you!"

The principal rushed toward the pool without regard for anything, but Jin Chen stopped him: "Wait, there's something wrong with the pool water."

The two bodies soaked in it were completely rotted flesh and muscle—if a living person went down, it would be horrible beyond description.

Jin Chen and Ying Wu Shu exchanged a glance, their tacit understanding needed no words.

Jin Chen retreated a few steps, his figure quickly vanishing; Ying Wu Shu happened to block Ling Hong's sight.

"Aren't you supposed to be saving someone? What are you waiting for?"

Ling Hong's true form finally appeared; even though she had been abused to the point of having no good flesh left, one could still see she was a beauty in the making.

Her eyes were full of vengeful malice, more frightening than when the Red Shadow appeared; fierce ghosts can freely change their bodies, but Ling Hong retained the appearance she had at death, with half of her skull sunken.

Zi Ying, however, began cursing even before Ling Hong did, obviously her nerves were stretched to the limit and she had completely snapped.

"Ling Hong! You're lying, you said you'd let us go as long as we found a substitute!" Zi Ying pointed at Dujuan, no longer disguising anything, her sharp voice almost cracking, "She's the substitute I found; I even took the broken bottle that could protect her—why didn't you kill her!"

"Mmm!" Dujuan struggled, tears streaming, the ropes biting into her wrists and drawing blood, "Zi Ying... I still thought of you as a good friend..."

"Who said we're friends! You clearly treat me as this young lady's trash can, shoving all kinds of useless junk on me—are you giving charity?"

Zi Ying's eyes flashed with resentment, in a Dazed she again regarded Ling Hong as a disposable object to be ordered about: "Kill her! Kill her!"

Ling Hong: "……"

"I've already become a ghost, and you're still so fierce! I'll kill you!"

What cultivation cooperation? Anyway, those heretical cultivators are dead; I can't see any vital energy on this person, and the resentment is almost heavier than her ghost!

Zi Ying tried to resist, but the arms on which Jin Chen had placed the spirit lock instantly grew as heavy as iron, unable to be lifted.