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I thought about all of this, and my previously relaxed mood became tense again.

The general environment did not fall into that kind of panic and confusion, but the existence of the Ghost King was always a problem.

If a ghost like Gu Yan loses his mind and goes crazy, hundreds of people will die. No matter what, I don't want to see this happen again and again.

That old photo couldn't put me into a dream state, so I had to choose another target.

This plan is no longer the same as before. What I have to do is not wait, but take the initiative.

Even if each dream just pushes the object of possession five or ten years forward, as long as I take the time, I still hope to find the original ghost.

The number of people on the campus road gradually increased, and everyone was heading to the gymnasium. There were teachers and police on both sides of the road to maintain order. The students' mood was low, as if dark clouds were hanging over their heads, but they still obeyed and there was no chaos.

After arriving at the gym, everyone registered their information and found a seat to sit down. Counselors from each college and class appeared in the gymnasium, and the school leaders made announcements in the gymnasium, instructing people to sit down according to their classes.

As an outsider, I was placed elsewhere.

My sister held my hand, feeling a little aggrieved.

"It's okay. It's over." I patted her shoulder comfortingly.

After confirming that it is safe, there is no need for me to stay with my sister all the time.

I know very clearly that collective order is more important at this time. If another riot breaks out, there may be more casualties. It will be difficult to solve it then.

"You are a student..." The person responsible for taking care of us was not a school teacher, but a police officer.

"The student's brother," I said, "send my sister to school."

The policeman nodded.

People outside the school are either relatives of students like me, or some residents who live nearby and come to campus for a walk on weekends. If Minkyung University had not closed off-campus restaurants, there would still be many food delivery companies here.

I asked, "Has this matter been on the news? My parents are still at home and don't know about it."

"You'd better call to report that he's safe. There are reporters outside the school, but they know about this." The policeman advised.

I nodded and called home.

The gymnasium was not quiet. There were so many flustered and frightened students gathered here. They cried and cursed together. They were all very emotional.

The loudspeaker in the gymnasium was previously arranging the positions of people, but now a teacher is providing psychological counseling to everyone.

The school teacher brought mineral water and distributed it to everyone.

I briefly told my parents about the situation here. I didn’t dare to say that many people died. I only told a few things and that I would stay at the school to cooperate with their work.

"Is it okay?" Mom was worried.

"It's okay, my sister and I are fine." I said on the phone, paying attention to the situation in the gym.

There is no yin energy, no ghosts, it is safe for the time being.

But, when will such security be broken?

I also have worries in my heart.

My mother probably heard the noisy sound in the gym. There were voices, and it was noisy, which probably reassured her a lot.

The cell phone rang from time to time, and some students began to cry while talking on the phone.

I hung up the phone and was about to call my sister to explain the situation when I noticed a commotion in a corner of the gymnasium.

A boy held his mobile phone high, jumped onto a chair in the stands, and squeezed through the crowd, causing a burst of screaming and swearing. There were boys and girls chasing him, flustered and angry.

Their screams were so chaotic that it was difficult to hear what they were saying. The loudspeaker in the gymnasium continued to play the voice of the psychology teacher, and it also drowned out the voice over there.

Suddenly there was an uproar.

The boy holding the mobile phone was thrown to the ground. He struggled and jumped up, still holding his cell phone.

His hoarse roar was finally heard.

"Gu Yan! Come out! You have the ability to kill me! Kill me!"

In the chaos, many people screamed, and their words were carried.

"He's singing!"

"He's singing!"

"It's Gu Yan's song!"

The police tried to stop the boy, but were blocked by the crowd. The other students either ran away in panic or rushed forward to knock the boy down.

When I looked at this scene, I immediately thought of my sister.

My sister and her class were sitting in the stands opposite. Although there was a commotion, they all wanted to escape.

I couldn't help but want to curse.

Turning my eyes, I found my sister in the crowd. My sister also looked over, with a look of fear on her face.

"Don't be afraid! It's okay!" I shouted loudly and waved my phone twice.

My sister reacted and hurriedly dug into her pockets.

The person next to her bumped.

I'm even more anxious.

Gu Yan's Yin Qi was gone. He either succeeded in killing Nan Tian or was killed by Nan Tian. If she was to be recruited, she would first attack the boy seeking death. I didn't feel Gu Yan's Yin Qi appear in the gym, but I wasn't worried about her.

Such commotion is more troublesome than a ghost attack.

"Brother!" My sister's voice came from the mobile phone.

"Follow people and don't fall. Don't be afraid. It's okay. The ghost didn't come." I said quickly.

boom!

The sound of gunfire made my heart skip a beat.

After a brief silence, the crowd screamed wildly.

The soothing voice of the psychology teacher no longer came from the loudspeaker, replaced by a majestic male voice, announcing that the boy had been killed.

"It's okay. Everyone, follow the instructions of the police around you, don't push, and leave the stadium in an orderly manner." The male voice said unhurriedly.

I subconsciously thought of Chen Yihan, but I immediately heard that the voice was not Chen Yihan's.

I turned my head and looked at where the boy was.

I only saw the head, not the boy. In fact, I didn't see the boy clearly just now.

I ran out of the gym with the crowd and was stopped when I was going to find my sister.

After all, the school is a school. There are many foreign students in the school, and many people have died in the dormitory area. It is impossible for the school to dismiss everyone at this time and let everyone go back to their homes and find their mothers.

I could only comfort my sister on the phone.

Everyone gathered together in the open space in front of the stadium.

"Turn off your cell phone! Please supervise each other and turn off your cell phone! We will register here so that outsiders can leave. Local students can leave with the consent of the counselor. They must contact their parents first!"

The school changed its original strategy.

I told my sister a few words and turned off the phone.

There were cries and whispers in the crowd again.

I heard someone talking about what happened just now.

The whole story has spread during this time.

"I heard that my good brother died. He couldn't think about it anymore. Alas..."

"You did evil and killed people."

"These students are really..."

I am surrounded by people outside the school, who are basically older than the students. Naturally, their views on this matter are not on the students’ side.

I heard cries from the student body, as well as curses and screams, and the emotions were even more emotional.

Not many people can take life and death lightly.

Even if they know that ghosts exist, and even if they know that ghosts kill people, no one can calmly accept that they and those around them are killed by ghosts.

I closed my eyes.

Chaos will still come.

As long as there are people, as long as people have fears and emotions, the existence of the Ghost King will bring chaos.

The balance currently maintained will be disrupted.

What I think is that the situation where the world accepts the existence of the Ghost King and barely maintains it cannot last long.

I don't have that much time to find the source ghost.