nside me, but this isn't the right place to ask them.Rows of iron racks, cold poison soaking the decaying corpses, little devils hiding in the ebony within the corpses, too afraid to come out.The few...A powerful surge erupted within the building. As the lights went out, windows shattered, sending shards of glass flying like a rain shower!

The bodyguards rushing to the door raised their hands to dodge. My brother threw me to the ground and then stood up, shaking glass shards from his hair. "Such heavy negative energy!"

I looked at the building without glass, each window was a black hole, dark energy surging straight up, in our eyes, this building was shrouded in black mist.

That cold noodle bodyguard was about to make a forceful attack. He pressed the communication earpiece, but found that all signals were interfered with. It seemed like a barrier had appeared around us, isolating us from the outside world's signals.

"Hold it right there! Don't go in there!" I yelled to the stoic bodyguard, "What's inside can't be solved with bullets!"

He was Lin Yanhuan's trusted aide. He had seen us catching ghosts at the Lin residence last time. Hearing my words, his steps faltered, and he turned back to ask, "What should we do then"

"I'll go in and take a look. You guys stay outside and keep an eye out for anyone at the windows... If you see Young Master, tell him not to jump out the window, no matter what. Just wait for us to come up and save him." I said as I took the peachwood sword my brother handed me.

I chanted the Bao Gao twice, but no little ghost appeared. It seems I need to break this barrier.

This peachwood sword doesn't look ancient at all, it lacks the grandeur and craftsmanship one would expect from a divine weapon. It's only two inches longer than a dagger, elaborately carved with intricate patterns, looking more like a gaudy piece of trinket than a treasured heirloom. It's hard to imagine this being the prized possession that the grandfather kept at the bottom of his coffin.

My older brother's Kunlun sword is really imposing. It looks big and heavy. Last time when he dealt with Mu Yunliang, the sword qi cut a huge patch of blood. He was practically treating himself like a god holding that sword.

This building is a place with excellent feng shui. It was fine just now, but suddenly it became a haunted building. I don't know what happened to Jiang Qiyun's side.

I was anxious and spoke in a bad tone to the cold noodle bodyguard: “You guys, if you value your lives, don't go upstairs. It's not something that can be solved by just passion and bullets.”

Afterward, I stuck talismans on the doorframe to block the evil spirits at the entrance.

"Xiao Qiao, why are you so kind Just go. Let those disobedient ones fend for themselves." My brother urged impatiently.

He strode in, copper amulet clutched in one hand and sword held aloft: "Hey! Big guy, is this a ghost party you've rented out the whole place for"

He was still in the mood to joke, I shivered as soon as I walked in. The whole place was filled with a gloomy atmosphere. This intense ghostly presence, I wonder how many ghosts are in this building Most of them are harmless, but what if there's a ferocious one

My brother's way of thinking is always different from ordinary people. Before, he was half-hearted because he was satisfied with being a cunning businessman. Now that he knows he often has to risk his life, he's completely changed, like a sudden enlightenment, understanding everything. He has learned many tricks from the Shen family and started sharpening his sword, eagerly looking for ghosts to experiment on.

"Oh my, Xiao Qiao, look over there! A giant clam!" He pinched a Five Emperor coin and threw it.

The ghost emerging from the stairs immediately had a hole burned into its forehead. My brother jumped up and stuck a talisman on it to hold it in place.

I took out a folded hollow triangle from my pocket, the kind Old Mrs. Shen used to receive Mu Yunliang's soul with. This was a technique of the Shen family, a ritual altar for sending souls painted onto talisman paper. It made the process quick and convenient. I held it in my hand and recited the incantation, throwing the triangle at the ghost's head. The moment it landed, both the talisman and the ghost vanished.

"Next time, just throw it when I'm tearing off the talisman, you can save a talisman. They're so expensive," my brother said, holding up the copper talisman.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Saving money by risking your life Do you have to count to three too”

My brother chuckled a few times and continued walking up to the second floor.

The Chi Long ring was shimmering with a red glow. In this place, where evil energy was dense, the ring seemed to be excited. It had erected a shield even without any demonic entities attacking it.

"These two little ones are amazing, they know how to protect us." My brother glanced at my stomach.

We shouted Lin Yanhuan's name a couple of times on the second floor, but there was no response. My brother said, “Let’s go to the rooftop! Maybe he’s up there! They couldn’t have run downstairs this fast.”

The entire building went dark, with only the backup power for the elevator running. The elevator doors suddenly creaked open with a "ding!" sound. My brother and I involuntarily jumped, glanced at each other, and immediately rushed towards the staircase.

At this point, only an idiot would take the elevator! And besides, no one pressed the button, so how could it stop automatically! Who knows what kind of evil spirits might be in there!

My brother ran up first. Seeing how nimble he was, I could only cover my small belly and smile wryly. Now, even taking bigger steps worries me about hurting the baby.

Every time my spirit guides me, that feeling of unity deepens. As the saying goes, women may be weak, but they become strong as mothers. Yet, I'm still so timid.

The specters of weaknesses around me dodged the red light in my hand, and those who dared to approach were formidable. I was terrified and scrambled up to the fourth floor, panting heavily while leaning against the railing.

With a "pop," a sticky glob landed on the back of my hand, making me jump. It looked like a drop of blood.

Looking up, at the corner on the fifth floor, there was a head stuck there, rolling its eyes, with blood dripping from its neck.

"Ahhh!," I jumped back in fright, who was this! Wasn't it Lin Yanhuan!

I clenched my stomach and turned on my phone's flashlight. The person's head looked like it had been ripped off at the neck, the severed edge hanging with shreds of flesh, blood oozing all over and stuck in the corner of the armrest.

It's not Lin Yanhuan.

I let out a silent breath of relief. That fellow's family was prominent, carrying an aura of royalty and killing intent. He wouldn't die this quickly, surely...

Supporting my wobbly knees, I continued to climb upwards, hugging the wall to avoid that head. I was terrified it would suddenly fly up. When I reached the sixth floor, my legs gave way, and just then, the elevator dinged open on this level.

——Even if I die from exhaustion, I will never take the elevator.

It's like escaping a fire and randomly running into an elevator, only to get trapped. Now, taking the elevator is equivalent to courting death.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from upstairs! I could also faintly hear my brother's furious roar: "Damn it!"

I gritted my teeth and rushed to the ninth floor, panting so hard my lungs felt like they were going to explode.

"Bro, where are you—" I croaked out.

"Little Qiao, don't come here! Little Qiao! Run!" My brother's voice came from the end of the hallway.

How could I possibly leave him to run off by himself!

Jiang Qiyun once told me: Don't believe ghosts, and don't have feelings for them.

Ghosts should be wooden and a little dazed. If a ghost is emotionally rich and very good at deception, then it must be an extremely powerful ghost.

For example, this one right in front of me——

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