Chapter 024
After Uncle Zhong gave the order, he walked out of the crowd and slowly walked towards the classroom. Everyone watched from behind, not daring to breathe. The scene was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Uncle Zhong's footsteps echoed softly in the corridor as he arrived at the classroom door and turned on his flashlight to shine into the dark room.
He looked down at the compass, hesitated for a moment, then walked straight in and watched his figure being swallowed by the darkness.
We waited in the back, and time passed. My legs were numb and stiff from being in the same position for too long. I moved with difficulty and realized that my whole body was stiff. No one was talking, only the sound of everyone's heavy breathing.
Li Daming stood at the front, holding the Bagua mirror tightly with both hands. One could see that the joints of his fingers were turning white.
Director Jin coughed lightly and asked Principal Cao in an almost inaudible voice, "Are we still waiting here?"
Aunt Wang heard it, turned around and looked at him closely, raised her voice and said sternly: "One of you go and try!"
The scene was very quiet at first, but this shout almost gave . Director Jin turned pale and waved his hand quickly: "I just said that casually, don't leave."
Li Daming laughed: "This whole building is not clean. There are many wronged souls in it. If you want to leave, go ahead. Without the blessing of this Bagua mirror in my hand, it is uncertain whether you can walk out of this building alive."
Li Daming used both threats and intimidation, but his words really got into everyone's mind. Principal Cao's face changed several times, and he forced a smile: "None of us want to leave. Today I have made up my mind to end this matter once and for all. I want to ask you if you can put up with it?"
He asked the teachers present.
The teachers looked at each other, and after a long while they said, "We will be wherever the principal is."
It can be seen that Principal Cao was also extremely frightened. If he was really asked to leave, he would not have the courage to do so. Everyone returned to silence and waited in vain.
Uncle Zhong entered the classroom and never came out, without any sound.
Everyone was anxiously waiting, and everyone had a bad feeling in their hearts, but no one dared to say it out loud.
Suddenly Li Daming said, "Lin Cong, come here."
I walked over and whispered what happened. Li Daming handed me the Bagua mirror and said, "You stay here, I'll go in and take a look."
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I quickly said, "No, no, the situation is unclear right now. It's too dangerous for you to rush over. You should wait for Uncle Zhong to come out."
Li Daming said, "Stop talking nonsense and stay here. The lives of these people are in your hands. I'll go over and take a look." He paused and said, "If something unexpected happens between Uncle Zhong and me, I will try my best to send you a signal. You take them and leave quickly!"
"No, no." I refused to agree to anything.
Li Daming was getting anxious. Director Jin interrupted him and said, "I think this is a good idea. Everyone is getting upset waiting here. You might as well send someone to take a look."
Li Daming and I yelled at the same time: "Shut up!"
Director Jin shrank back, not daring to refute, and returned to the team in a sullen manner. Aunt Wang came over and said softly, "Neither of you two boys should go. I'll go instead."
Her eyes were gentle but firm as she looked at the dark classroom: "Lun'er died here. I'm her mother, and I believe she wouldn't hurt me. Besides, I want to see my daughter, too."
I held her back and refused to let her pass.
Just when I was getting anxious, footsteps were heard in the classroom, and Uncle Zhong walked out of the door with a gloomy face. His movements were very strange, he did not walk out of the door, but faced the classroom, and walked out step by step with his back bent.
When we got to the corridor, he stood up and strode over. At this time, I found that the string of beads he often played with was gone, so I hurriedly asked, "Uncle Zhong, what's going on inside? Your string of beads..."
Uncle Zhong came closer, his face was very unhappy: "I just talked to the wronged soul, she agreed to show up, but she wanted my bracelet. The beads were not easy to come by, and after being blessed by a great monk, they can reduce karma and soothe the ghost. Hey, this is a losing business." He looked at me: "Lin Cong, this money is on your head."
I felt bitter in my mouth. I didn't expect this to happen. Now I owe Uncle Zhong almost 10,000 yuan . At this time, Aunt Wang said, "I'll pay for it."
Uncle Zhong waved his hand and said, "Sister, every wrong has its perpetrator and it has nothing to do with you. The money will fall on his head." He pointed at me.
He paused and said, "When Chen Lun's wronged spirit shows up for negotiation, I'll need a medium."
Everyone looked at each other and asked what a medium was.
Uncle Zhong explained: "The wronged spirit has no body, no form, how can it come out and communicate with people? So we need a person to let Chen Lun's wronged spirit possess the body, which is commonly known as a ghost possessing the body."
One of the teachers interrupted and said, "I know, I know. Two years ago, I went to the south to attend a funeral. There, I saw a wizard perform a ritual called "asking the gods". It was quite magical. It allowed ghosts to come back from the underworld and attach themselves to the wizard's body to talk to the family members. It was really scary."
After he exaggerated like this, everyone retreated.
Uncle Zhong looked around and said, "I need someone like this. Who will come?"
Director Jin shrank back and said, "We are all mortals, we don't have enough magic power, so it's better for you masters to come."
Aunt Wang hesitated for a moment and said, "Why don't I do it? I believe my daughter won't harm me."
Uncle Zhong immediately rejected it: "No! Ghosts and immediate family members cannot possess each other."
I gritted my teeth and said, "How about I do it!"
Li Daming came over to stop me and said, "Forget it, forget it. Let me do it. Since Lin Cong got into trouble, I haven't done anything to help him. So give me this opportunity today."
I was so excited that tears welled up in my eyes: "Lao Li, you are so kind and righteous."
Li Daming laughed, "Don't try that. I have my own selfish motives. I am particularly interested in magic and cultivation. I had no way to enter before, but now I have such an opportunity and I have to seize it. Uncle Zhong, is there any danger?"
Uncle Zhong said, "How can there be no danger? This is called being possessed by a ghost. Even drinking cold water can get stuck in your teeth, let alone this."
Li Daming paused for a moment, moved his throat, and asked what the dangers were.
Uncle Zhong shook his head, very seriously, with no expression on his face: "Anyway, just be mentally prepared."
Li Daming said nothing.
Uncle Zhong took out a long incense stick, a long candle and a palm-sized mirror from his bag, and finally gave Li Daming a lighter, telling him to walk into the classroom alone, light a candle in the northeast corner of the classroom, and then hang the mirror on the wall above. There were nails on the wall, and Uncle Zhong had checked it. After doing all these, he had to sit cross-legged on the ground, light the long incense stick in his hand, close his eyes, and silently chant Chen Lun's name, and let the rest take its course.
Li Daming took a deep breath and walked towards the classroom with these things.
Everyone's eyes were on him. He walked slowly but firmly to the classroom door, looked at us one last time, and entered the classroom.
Every second that followed was so hard to endure. I found that the psychological pressure I was under was no less than that of Li Daming. My heart almost stopped beating. I was scared, nervous, and anxious. Fear emanated from every pore of my body.
After about five or six minutes, and perhaps as long as an hour, there was suddenly a faint light in the dark classroom, and a flame appeared. It should be Li Daming who lit the candle.
I imagined Li Daming's actions inside. The next step was to hang the mirror, which was not difficult, and then to sit cross-legged in meditation.
We waited quietly for another ten minutes. No one spoke, not even a cough.
At this moment, footsteps were suddenly heard from inside, and a figure was projected on the corridor. Someone came out of the classroom!
Now I was the one holding the Bagua mirror, holding the frame tightly, my arm muscles trembling uncontrollably, staring at the shadow. The shadow grew bigger and darker, and finally came out.
He was Li Daming. Li Daming walked out of the classroom, stood at the door, facing us, with his head down and motionless.
The moonlight from the window shone in and fell on him, and the whole person exuded an indescribable aura. My most intuitive feeling was that he was Li Daming, but he didn't feel like Li Daming. This feeling was very strange, like a pair of twins, only the elder brother had been seen, and suddenly one day the younger brother appeared in front of everyone pretending to be the elder brother. Without knowing it, I thought the younger brother was the elder brother, but intuitively I felt that they were not similar, and I couldn't tell where they were different.
Li Daming slowly raised his head and grinned at us.
His eyes were half open and half closed, with the corners of his eyes drooping towards his temples, revealing a large amount of white in his eyes. His pupils were almost invisible, and his mouth was split open, with a half-real smile, the edges of his mouth almost split to his ears. I was really afraid that he would tear his own mouth apart.
The smile is indescribable, it doesn't look like a human smile, it seems to be a fake feeling caused by the strong stimulation of facial muscles by electric current. I don't know why, but when I see this smile, I can feel that it is a woman's smile, not because of femininity or anything, it is purely an intuition.
Uncle Zhong cleared his throat and asked loudly, "Who is coming?"
Li Daming raised his head and looked at me with his almost completely white eyes. He spoke slowly, in a low and vague voice. I could only hear a string of words like "cough cough cough, bobobo". Those were not empty words, but some kind of language. I couldn't understand them at all.
