I, the lord of ghost stories

Qian Yuxue had to remind his daughter again and again.

After leaving Qianyu's house, Yuu Sifengin stood in the elevator room.

When Qianyu Qianxue eavesdropped, he had already noticed, that's why he had that conversation.

"Hope it works."

As an outsider, there is only so much he can help with the family affairs of Qianyu's family.

There is access control before the elevator, and Yuu Sifeng presses the visitor button.

Soon, it passed the verification.

The smooth glass door gently separates to two sides along the ground.

There are several elevator rooms in front, leading to different areas.

Yuu Sifengyuan pressed the room he entered earlier.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened.

A gust of cold air came oncoming.

His expression remained the same, just like a normal person, after entering the elevator normally, he pressed down on the first floor.

The cold and heavy steel portal slowly closed.

Sinking, weightless, in the silent and closed elevator, there is a faint white light, and there is no temperature.

Quietly, a cold, obscure breath enveloped the elevator.

The white light in the elevator shook abnormally.

A harsh radio noise came from the intercom.

Sifengyuan frowned slightly, with a calm expression.

Soon, the eyes fell into darkness.

There was a disturbing "rustling" sound from the walkie-talkie.

"what--"

Familiar with unfamiliar screams, suddenly filled the narrow space.

The piercing screams that made people feel the eardrum rushed up unexpectedly.

This is Yuu Sifengin's voice.

This voice was full of fear.

There is always a subtle difference between people listening to their own voice and playing it after recording it.

But he was curious, and he recorded it and listened to it himself, so he can still recognize it in general.

Immediately afterwards, the whole body was enveloped by a stronger sense of weightlessness.

The elevator is like a kite with a broken string, the whole thing is falling rapidly, falling!

The red digital display light jumps fast!

7th floor!

5th floor!

……

1th floor!

-1st Floor!

-3st Floor!

As if there was no bottom line, the elevator dragged him, falling toward the bottomless abyss...

If it were an ordinary person standing here, his heart would be beating to the point where he was about to pop out at this time.

Sanity will probably also be on the verge of its limit.

The tense nerves may break at any time.

Just at this time.

In the darkness in front of his eyes, a dim white light suddenly exploded.

The pale dead body suddenly appeared in front of him, staring at him numbly and resentfully with empty eyes.

That was his own face.

"I'm so miserable..."

"Sifeng Yuanyou" murmured faintly in an eerie tone.

Withered and twisted claws gripped his calf.

The creamy and icy touch has a bone-piercing chill, but as soon as it touches it, the calf is instantly numb.

This chill spread throughout the body in just a few seconds.

The whole person seemed to be frozen and lost the ability to move.

Inside the elevator, a layer of frost formed visible to the naked eye.

The exhaled air turned into a cold mist.

Although the consciousness is still clear, it has obviously felt sluggish.

Every thought is leaden and takes longer than usual.

"Very interesting illusion."

Sifengin leisurely looked at "my" face with great interest.

Pale and bloodless, cold, with a gloomy and dead air.

"The ability to paralyze is also remarkable, suitable for sneak attacks."

"But it's still too monotonous and lacks new ideas."

After commenting a few sentences, he lost interest.

Yuu Sifeng's tone turned cold:

"Back off—"

Everything in front of him suddenly became clear and evaporated like mist.

A scream was vaguely heard, and a little ink in the corner of the eye quickly disappeared.

"Decree - seal!"

Along with Sifeng Yuanyu whispering to himself, he pressed his left palm in front of him.

The transparent white light exploded, condensing a palm-sized stone slab.

As soon as the stone slab appeared, it was like the center of a tornado, with a powerful attraction constantly sweeping around.

A large number of water mist-like things that are difficult to detect with the naked eye are constantly being drawn.

Most of it is transparent and thin water-colored mist, followed by a small amount of light gray mist condensed with a dark and cold atmosphere, mixed with a small amount of black mist like ink.

Surging, constantly being absorbed into it.

On the stone slab with white light, pictures and patterns gradually emerged, forming a tiny relief.

Ten seconds later, everything returned to calm

The center of the stone slab, which is white like white marble, has been dyed a dark ink color, making it look like black jade.

On the screen, there is an extra gray and white miniature relief that seems to be screaming and beating the wall.

But it is impossible for any monster with a little brain to take the initiative to offend a god of Sifeng Yinyu's level.

Only this kind of guy who is completely eroded by resentment and completely irrational will do this.

"This can only be named [Ghost in the Elevator]."

Chapter 130 Six Black Roses in the Rain

As soon as the words fell, a little white light flickered on the slate, and the white flame burned, and this line of names was branded on the top of the relief.

Afterwards, amidst the faint fluorescence, the overall volume of the slate shrank and flattened, and finally turned into a card.

Yuu Sifeng turned over the palm of his hand, and put away the strangely sealed card.

"Qianyu Qianxue, it's really... related to weirdness!"

"How on earth did she survive to this day?"

Just after leaving him for a while, an extra ominous spirit appeared in the elevator near her.

This frequency is too abnormal.

"What happened to her so it's only been like this lately?"

If it is true that she has been so popular since childhood, how could Qianyu Qianxue survive?

"There must be something wrong here."

Weirdness is not a very common thing.

The probability of ordinary people encountering weirdness is almost equal to that of a plane crash.

"Attracts a weird physique... I think it's a curse."

Yuu Sifengyuan thought of communicating with her father again.

"Weirdness is born in the human heart, and the human heart breeds evil spirits."

"The power of the human heart gathers and believes in existence, and then what is born from this power is the so-called monster, a weird thing."

"In essence, weirdness, or monsters in the old name, are also living beings."

"Since you are alive, you will instinctively pursue the source of life."

"Human fears, emotions, and beliefs are all food.

Of course, there are more direct ones, directly eating people with strong spiritual power. "

"It's not so much that physique attracts weirdness, it's better to say that spiritual power surpasses ordinary people and flows naturally, attracting these weirdness that only has instinct."

He took over the commission from Qianyu's family not just on a whim, but also because he was curious about Qianyu Qianxue's "disaster".

With the rising tide of spiritual power in the world, many inexplicable mysterious powers emerged.

Maybe there will be some unexpected gains.

When I walked out of the apartment building, there was a patter of rain outside.

The shops between the high-rise buildings and the colorful floor tiles on the sidewalks have all been washed by the drizzle.

Two rows of low street trees, the green leaves look more and more tender in the rain.

There are not many pedestrians on the side of the road, most of them are holding umbrellas and trekking in the continuous drizzle.

There was a bit of tranquility in the humid air.

In such a nice summer drizzle, Yuu Sifeng saw Xizi's figure head-on.

She was still wearing the dark black school uniform with a red bow on her chest, and a small white and tender calf was exposed under the elegant and slim knee-length skirt.

Holding an umbrella, she turned her back to Yuu Sifeng and walked towards an alley between the shops on the street.

Just like a black butterfly, it comes and goes, with an elegant and demure posture.

Yuu Sifengin followed curiously.

At the end of the deep alley is an old street with a sense of vicissitudes of history.

As if time stopped decades ago, there are not many people coming and going here.

What ordinary people in the area don't know is that this is a part of Yokai Street in Asakawa City.

Half of the people who live and shop here are youkai, and the rest are inextricably related to the rain youkai.