Second Evil Night

Second Evil Night

After He Qiong left.

Wen Chao sighed, Fang Zhi frowned without speaking, Shi Ji and Yue Mei wanted to say something but didn't, and everyone lost the mood to discuss and dispersed.

Qi Zhiyong's behavior today made everyone wary of him. On the surface, they still treated Qi Zhiyong as their leader, but in reality, they all had ulterior motives.

If he treated Wu Xian like this today, would he treat them the same way after Wu Xian died?

Qi Zhiyong sat alone downstairs and sighed after a moment.

"It seems Jing Ke was right. I'm indeed not suited to lead others. It's more promising to be a lone wolf."

"Then that's that."

Qi Zhiyong never cared about leadership.

"Alright, Xiner."

Fang Zhi hesitated when he saw his teacher was angry.

The corpse of the man opposite was still hanging there, his eyes staring blankly at Wu Xian, but Wu Xian didn't care. He couldn't move anyway.

He found some plastic bags and wrapped them around his face, leaving only small holes for his eyes and nose. He stood at the door with an alcohol spray bottle, waiting.

But Qi Zhiyong thought, since people were going to die anyway, why not let the more valuable people live and the less valuable people die?

Someone like Wu Xian, even if he survived, would just be another survivor.

Seeing Fang Zhi approaching with a stethoscope made from a cup, pointing it at her chest, Yu Yinghua finally couldn't bear it and let out a piercing scream.

Creak!

"But..."

Time passed slowly.

"The time in the Blessed Land is indeed chaotic. I hope it will be more stable at night."

The scream hurt Fang Zhi's eardrums. Yu Yinghua took advantage of his lapse in attention, using her hands and feet to escape rapidly in a very contorted manner.

But if Wen Chao were allowed to live, and given the opportunity to spread the knowledge in his mind, it could make the world a better place.

"This is considered the second night. What will happen tonight?"

Fang Zhi stopped in front of his door, his hands trembling slightly.

The woman stood at the door for a while and smiled.

Everyone returned to their rooms one after another.

Fang Zhi's expression twisted for a moment, and he stubbornly shook his head: "Mentor, you know I've never believed in these unorthodox methods. I believe in science!"

As soon as it got dark and before the Evil Spirit came out, Wu Xian picked out a piece of pig intestine covered in fat from his lunchbox and carefully smeared it on the hinges of his room door.

Fang Zhi's door opened, and he stared straight at Yu Yinghua.

Fang Zhi waved his hand impatiently.

Fang Zhi, this young man, never believed in science, but in a religion he constructed based on his self-perception, also called science. He did not acknowledge anything outside of science.

A gentle-faced, slightly plump woman grabbed her son's arm: "A Zhi, let's not buy this house. I heard from a neighbor that this place is haunted."

Watching Fang Zhi busy himself, the Evil Spirit Yu Yinghua felt an unusual prickle of fear.

But at this moment, she was a little confused.

Once it got dark, everyone would close their doors and windows tightly. No matter what happened outside, no one would risk going out.

"Whoever is scared, you can't be scared!"

Warm sunlight streamed down. A family of three stood downstairs in the residential building. They were here to buy a house.

Most people who entered the Blessed Land would die. Even the most outstanding individuals only had the ability to save themselves.

Since he didn't die in that instant, he would live a more refined life from now on.

"Don't go, don't refuse to see a doctor for a serious illness!"

"You'd better think carefully. No one knows if that mark is aimed at people or rooms. If you two share a room, you might die together."

Fang Zhi woke up from a nightmare, holding a wine bottle, his face pale, cold sweat pouring down his face, a stark contrast to his tough demeanor outside.

Hiss hiss!

Even though the facts were before his eyes.

So the father and son walked into the building to sign the purchase agreement with the agent.

Wu Xian returned to his room with his lunchbox, stood by the window, and gazed into the distance.

Just then, Qi Zhiyong, who had just gone upstairs, walked over and said lightly.

"You..."

Their son got into a prestigious university, so they decided to buy a house in this city and settle down here.

But standing at the door, they hesitated.

"What do you mean 'but'? If you don't believe me, why would you send me to school?"

The middle-aged woman outside the door was covered in mud, her face full of fresh blood, her mouth full of dirt. She looked terrifying and was clearly here to cause harm.

The woman still seemed hesitant.

"Don't believe her!"

Essentially, he was no different from those religious fanatics.

Wu Xian looked forward to this.

Wen Chao wanted to refute Qi Zhiyong, but Qi Zhiyong had already nimbly entered the room and closed the door.

"Hello, is anyone there? Can you let me in to take shelter? I'm the inn's proprietress, Yu Yinghua. My husband has gone mad, he wants to kill me!"

Wen Chao also noticed his abnormality, his expression changed slightly.

Before returning to his room, he discovered a muddy palm print on his door!

He didn't believe in ghosts or gods.

Finally, Fang Zhi heard the knocking.

After hearing Qi Zhiyong's words, Fang Zhi made up his mind. He backed away and closed the door, locking Wen Chao outside. No matter how Wen Chao called out, he wouldn't open the door.

"Ah!"

After sitting in a daze for a moment, he gulped down several mouthfuls of wine, slapped himself twice, and growled fiercely.

Fortunately, the time displayed on his phone was also in disarray, otherwise, it would have been impossible to tell the time.

"Don't be afraid. Although I'm not a doctor, I'll help you."

"What ghosts? You're just scaring yourself. The cabinet door just opens by itself, it must be a design flaw. Anyway, this house is for me, listen to me, believe in science."

Before Yu Yinghua could react, Fang Zhi sprayed disinfectant on her. After spraying, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room, making her sit down.

The middle-aged man with graying hair smiled and said, "Believe him. If we don't believe our family's high-achieving student, who else can we believe?"

"Don't believe anyone but me. There are no ghosts or evil spirits in this world!"

Fang Zhi quickly chased out of the room, but Yu Yinghua had already disappeared.

But what if what everyone said earlier was true, then wouldn't he be the next victim!

Wen Chao brought him here precisely to change his wrong beliefs. He didn't expect to be trapped in this blessed land before he could even teach him.

The chandeliers in the corridor swayed, casting dim, flickering light, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Just standing in the corridor sent chills down one's spine.

Then he meticulously washed up, shaved his stubble, styled his hair, washed his head, face, feet, and socks, and underwear, tidying himself up completely.

"You're staying with me tonight, don't go back."

"You must have contracted some kind of virus, right?"

Wen Chao stomped his foot in anger and slapped him. "Science is used to explain reality. Something that requires you to distort facts to believe is not science."

"Let me examine you first. I don't have much equipment here, but I can give you a preliminary..."

"The location is good, close to the school, and convenient for transportation. Buying this house at this price is a huge bargain."

He only cared about value.

A man should treat himself well.

The couple wasn't very educated. Their son was a rare high-achieving student in the family. Their later years depended on this child. All major family decisions would be made by the child from now on.

This isn't right!

When Wu Xian returned to his room, the sun was still some distance from the horizon. But now it had already set halfway. The numbers on his phone were jumping wildly.

Wen Chao stood at the door for a long time, finally shaking his head in resignation and returning to his room.

Who would just open the door so readily? Wasn't he worried it was a trap at all? Moreover, this person didn't seem scared after opening the door, his eyes were even more chilling?

This man had a plastic bag over his head. Could he be an evil spirit who died of suffocation?

Fang Zhi leaned against the wall, looking up at the light, and a strange smile flickered across his face.

"Ha, haha..."