"Shut up!" Qin Ye closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sounds around him.

quiet.

Very quiet.

This noisy gong and drum actually brings a contrasting silence.

"Dongdong...bang!" It was extremely rhythmic, and the harsh sound of gongs and drums resounded downstairs. Listening in the darkness only made people feel their hair standing upside down.

Qin Ye listened quietly, and a minute later, the sound of gongs and drums began to become dull. But he knew that this was... entering the building!

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, I don't know who beats the drums and drums, but only those who should listen can hear it. I'm walking towards the dormitory of unknown to me upstairs.

It was getting closer and closer, louder and louder. Qin Ye raised his eyebrows. Ten minutes later, on the fourth floor, there were gongs and drums in the darkness, and a low voice of "Hey, hey, hey," actually...walked directly outside his door!

The three ghosts in the corner were pale and their souls were not possessed.

The sand...the sound of something falling outside the door. Then, there was a silence.

Silence as death.

There is no sound quietly, I want to hear a sound quietly. The trees outside the window form swaying black shadows, projecting a terrifying beauty on the walls.

"Dong..." A few seconds later, a slight voice sounded at the door.

"Dongdong..." Once every second, it is very rhythmic.

Tonight, the moonlight is like washing and the stars are shining.

The fourth floor was facing the moonlight. The pale moonlight came in from under the crack of the door, but he did not see the shadow of the outsider!

The old wooden doors are neither light nor heavy, nor slow, but they are gently, slowly suppressing the fragile nerves of people.

It's exactly the same as three years ago!

Qin Ye ignored him and let him knock for five minutes. Finally, the knock on the door stopped.

Leaving?

In the darkness, Qin Ye stretched his waist and stood up, looking outside with his cat's eyes!

A blood-red eye, covered with bloodshot eyes, was staring at him directly on the cat's eyes!!

Apart from one door.

Even he had a pause in his heart at this moment.

"Sand..." At this moment, a slight sound suddenly came from above the head.

This is a dormitory building that I don’t know how many years ago. The door is not the new closed door now. It is an ordinary old wooden door with many cracks of wood, and... there are blurred glass windows above this old door that have not been wiped for a long time.

And at this moment... on the glass window, four people were staring at him from top to bottom!

The pale moonlight, pale face, and dark clothes are so creepy that it is set against the dusty glass window!

These are four paper men.

The entire boys' dormitory building was silent, and no one knew the horror of the night, as if they had all fallen asleep.

"Sir." Just as Qin Ye's yin energy was about to swell, a sharp voice outside the door suddenly sounded: "Sir, my master is welcome."

Qin Ye was stunned.

He is so brave. If the ghost is "invited" to the ghost crew, don't he take him seriously?

"Interesting." He smiled and opened the door.

Outside the door, in the corridor reflected by pale moonlight, a trace of blue and white yin energy filled the corridor. Just in the corridor, there was a long line.

There are twelve people in total... no, twelve people don't know what.

The corridor is not wide, and walking in the front are four people wearing colorful ragged clothes, like actors in ancient times.

Very high.

It was two meters long, almost reaching the roof. The same clothes, the same hair fell on the chest, and the same oil paper umbrella. This neatness is extremely depressing.

Face cannot be seen.

Even the front is full of hair.

Behind the four, there were four small paper-made people with pointed hands and feet, wearing a one-meter-high hat, rubbing a vermilion lipstick, and their faces were pale. The cheeks were painted with a greasy blush.

They were carrying a coffin.

It was pitch black, without a coffin lid, but it was made of good fur and was laid into a seat.

After these four people, there were four two-meter-high ghosts.

The twelve people stood quietly in the corridor, behind them was a dark corridor.

"Who is your master?"

"Sir, our master said that you have received his invitation in the morning. Tonight is a great day for him to get promoted and make money. Spread the invitations widely, and the outstanding evil spirits in Bao'an City will be present. Please give face to you." A paper-cut man replied in a sharp voice.

Qin Ye was slightly stunned, then immediately took out the card he received in the morning and started reading it.

After twelve o'clock, the card had changed.

Two blood-red characters appeared on the black trump card.

Huida.

Such a coincidence?

Qin Ye put the card in his arms with a calm expression and cursed in his heart. If you can't get bribes, it's so difficult even if you want to make some money in the world!

This is the old nest of the entire underworld of Bao'an City!

Huida!

It's the land under his feet!

"Please." The paper-pied men squatted down together, their movements were extremely neat. Qin Ye pondered for a long time, stepped into the coffin and leaned against the soft fur. The four paper-pied men stood up at the same time, turned strangely, and were already facing the corridor. He screamed: "Neighteen, get up~~~~~"

"Dongdongdongdongdong!" Two one-meter-high ghosts in front lined up the skin drum in their hands. A ghost behind them held a gong and gently knocked it.

when!!

The harsh sound echoed the entire passage.

The coffin was very stable, and a line of twelve ghosts had no feet on the ground, and they were floating in the air. Soon, they arrived at the first floor.

When he arrived at the first floor, Qin Ye raised his hand: "Slow."

The coffin stopped smoothly.

This is the first floor, where the concierge is located. There should be a person here.

And that person is here now.

Old Man Liu was trembling all over, and the clothes he was wearing were covered with yellow paper money. He was holding three incense sticks in his hand, and he actually had the same red lips and blush on his face, standing tremblingly at the door. His short body looked even more hunched under his shrivel. He knelt towards the door like crazy: "God bless... God bless!!"

Qin Ye gently picked up the knife and placed it silently on Old Man Liu's neck.

Just use a gentle force and just use a gentle force to cut off the other person's throat.

However, Old Man Liu seemed to feel nothing, as if he was afraid of waking up something, so he knelt down and bowed down. At the same time, Qin Ye took back the knife.

"Let's go." Qin Ye withdrew his gaze, sat back in the coffin and waved.

"Rise the coffin!" With the sharp call of paper-breaking people, the coffin was raised steadily, and then... he turned his head and walked towards Old Man Liu's house!

"Buddha bless...Master of the Supreme Lord!" The door behind Old Man Liu opened without wind, and he was holding his throat like crazy, kowtowing desperately on the table.

Old Man Liu lives in a staircase and a room on the first floor, but it is not small and not frustrating. It is pitch black inside, and the extremely rich yin energy lingers like haze.

Sand... A strong light on his head was lit up. Qin Ye suddenly realized... Old Man Liu had no bed here.

There is only an extremely wide sofa, and there should be someone. There are two potted plants in the corner. There are no bookshelf, no table, and no stool. What's even more strange is that... the walls in this room... are all mirrors!

An inexplicable sense of familiarity... as if similar scenes can be seen everywhere in human society... Qin Ye gently tapped the mirror with his fingers, his brows frowned slightly, but he didn't remember where he had seen them.

The mirror was covered with yellow talismans, with blood-red runes painted. There were twelve people standing around, but there was no shadow in the mirror. Before Qin Ye could take a closer look, the whole room suddenly sank!

Brush! Suddenly, the talisman paper on the mirror was raised upwards. On the mirror, a blood-red Arabic numeral appeared.

-1.

This number changes rapidly, in just a few seconds, with a dull sound of jamming around it, it turns into...-2.

-3,-4,-5... Until -6, it finally stopped.

"Do you go directly to the elevator in the underworld? No wonder I think it looks familiar. Just placed it under this building, the students in this dormitory are not dead yet... Should I praise him for being kind?" Qin Ye sneered, opened the door and walked out.

At the door is a wide stone path, about five or six meters. The stone walls are carved with patterns with very ancient style, and the beast headlights are swaying with dim spots of light.

And just on both sides of this stone path... there are ghosts standing!

Those who are wearing suits, students, white-collar beauty, have different appearances. The same thing is that they all numbly carry a red lantern and walk aimlessly forward.

Just as Qin Ye opened the door, all the ghosts were stunned, and a sound of swallowing saliva sounded quietly. The next second... dozens or hundreds of pairs of red eyes turned their heads and stared at him!

"Hundred ghosts congratulate you, it's so great to have a lot of face..." Qin Ye gently brushed his fingers across the wall, and the hands were cold and wet, with a strong corpse and yin energy. He immediately understood what this was.
To be continued...