Chapter 29 The Girl Under the Streetlight
I dispersed the spell, and the light film in front of me dispersed. If I don't clear this negative energy, no matter how many IVs I use, Song Qian will not get better. I looked at the direction of the door. My little sister went to the toilet, so she shouldn't come back so soon. I hesitated, but decided to give it a try.
If the Moon Wheel can devour ghosts, then it can certainly devour Yin Qi. But I don't know how to do it specifically, but I can only try my best. I can try the soul-sucking technique that my old master taught me before.
I pinched the seal of the soul-absorbing technique with both hands, and the weak spiritual power in my body slowly surged, like a warm current spreading from my lower abdomen to my whole body. Then I separated my hands, and gently placed my right hand on Song Qian's body, and the moon in the palm of my hand suddenly itched.
“Hoooo!”
There was a soft whistling sound, like a gust of wind blowing past. My right palm suddenly felt cold, as if I had grabbed an ice cube.
"Bing!"
Song Qian murmured, her body moving slightly. I quickly withdrew my hand, and the crescent moon in the palm of my hand emitted a faint halo, which soon disappeared, and the itchy feeling also disappeared. I could feel that the Yin Qi was like a gust of cold air, and it had been sucked into my body.
Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I suddenly felt a pain in my temple, like a needle prick, and I instinctively reached out and pressed my temple.
"Brother, what's wrong with you ?"
I heard my little sister's exclamation. She rushed over from the door and reached out to help me up. But as soon as she touched me, she pulled her hand back and exclaimed, "Oh, it's so hot!"
I quickly took two steps back, and at the same time, a stream of cold energy rushed from my right arm into my forehead, making me grin and hiss. However, the pain in my temple gradually eased, probably because the Yin Qi I had just swallowed took effect.
Damn, it's really terrible. I feel like my head is always stuck to my belt. I could die at any time.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
My little sister exclaimed again. I put my hand down, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's nothing, I just had a headache, maybe I didn't wear enough clothes."
My little sister stared at me in disbelief. I quickly glanced at Song Qian and said, "I just covered her with a blanket and found that her fever seemed to have subsided a lot."
"Really?"
The little girl immediately shifted her attention, ran to the bed, put her hand on Song Qian's forehead, then touched her own forehead, and said in surprise: "Really, it's not that hot anymore."
"Xiao Yun."
Song Qian slowly opened her eyes and called out softly.
"Song Qian, how are you? Does your head still hurt?"
"Much better, it doesn't hurt as much anymore."
The Yin Qi has been absorbed by me, and her illness should be cured soon. But the Yin Qi just swallowed it in time. Otherwise, the pain in my temple would be enough for me to bear. Song Qian fell asleep again soon, and I called my little sister aside and asked her what happened to the student who died in the school.
The dead girl was a junior high school girl, who was said to have committed suicide. There was still half a year before the high school entrance exam in the third year of junior high school, and the study was very intense. Ancheng No. 1 Middle School is the best middle school in our county, so it has higher requirements for the management and study of students. And those parents are also very strict with their own children. Especially for those children with good grades, they have high hopes, hoping that they can all get into the city's high schools with excellent grades, so that they have a better chance of getting into a good university and making a name for themselves.
The girl who committed suicide was one of the best students in the class. She was very well behaved and had a good chance of getting into a key high school in the city. I don’t know the specific cause of death, but the rumor in the school is that they were too stressed from studying and the girl committed suicide because she was too depressed.
It's just the junior high school entrance exam, is it necessary to do this? It doesn't matter which high school you take. A bad high school doesn't mean you can't get into college. Besides, even if you can't get into college, does that mean you won't live? Then someone like me who didn't even graduate from elementary school, wouldn't I have died countless times?
"Brother, you don't know, it's like this now. Not to mention us in junior high school, many elementary school students can't finish their homework every day, and they have to go to cram school on weekends."
My little sister didn't seem to care about these oppressive learning methods. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and sneer, "I think these teachers and parents are crazy."
"Brother, what you said is not right. Parents want their children to be successful. Teachers also want their students to have good grades."
I didn't argue with my younger sister anymore, but asked where the girl got into trouble. In the middle of the night, Song Qian was still sleeping soundly, and my younger sister also fell asleep wrapped in a quilt on another bed. I quietly left the ward, left the hospital, and walked towards Ancheng No. 1 Middle School.
Actually, I don't care about this kind of thing. No matter how she died, it has nothing to do with me. Besides, it's not a mission, and there is no reward at all. But I changed my mind and thought that my little sister was studying in this school. If she was unlucky and was hurt by that ghost, it would be terrible.
The school gate was closed, but the light was still on at the guardhouse. I followed the wall around to the back of the school. Fortunately, the wall was not high, otherwise I would not be able to climb up. Lu Xiaofeng asked me to exercise more. She said that although magic is used to catch ghosts, physical fitness cannot be too poor. It seems that I really need to exercise more in the future.
My younger sister said that the girl had the accident on the school playground, so I climbed into the yard and headed towards the playground. The students were on vacation, and the entire campus was empty, with only a few street lamps far apart that were emitting a dim light.
There were some houses with lights on in the distance, probably students who hadn't rushed home yet were still staying in the dorms . I avoided those brightly lit places and quickly arrived at the playground.
The playground is not big. As soon as I stepped in, my right hand moon felt a little itchy. It seems that this is really the place. There is a running track at the edge of the playground. There are some street lights outside the running track. Because they are far apart, most places in the playground are not bright. Even if there is light, it is very dim.
I tried my best to open my eyes wide and scanned the entire playground, but I couldn't see anything. I looked at the numb and itchy moon on my right hand, then made a seal, cast the Sky Eye Technique, and scanned the entire playground again.
The weak spiritual power in my body can only cast these simple little spells, but I have only learned a few simple little spells so far.
Through the light film of the Sky Eye Technique, I saw a girl of about fifteen or sixteen sitting on a bench under the street lamp at the end of the playground, holding a book in her hands and reading it intently.
She was so quiet and so serious.
