Chapter 12

If there were an expert in mysticism with considerable spiritual power in this area at this moment, they would likely notice that the entire Qiming Middle School had been enveloped by a thick layer of ghostly energy, and the wandering spirits nearby had been naturally drawn to it.

After being strengthened and reinforced by the ghostly energy, the harmless wandering spirits had transformed into fierce and malevolent entities, and they now had the audacity to attack the living people in the school. Normally, when they encountered living people, especially those with a strong yang energy, they would avoid them at all costs, fearing that their souls would be dispersed by the yang energy. But now, they were emboldened by the ghostly energy.

Everyone in the school began to feel drowsy and lost consciousness. This was different from the partial hypnosis Zhu Jianping had induced earlier, which was harmless and at most made people take a short nap, like a midday rest, leaving them more refreshed. Of course, except for the female teacher who was forced to do some exercise.

However, in this situation, the souls of the living were being suppressed by the ghostly energy, and the wandering spirits around began to possess the bodies. Even with the reinforcement from the ghostly energy, these spirits were not capable of bringing the dead back to life. At most, they could possess a body for a while, and then the dead energy would appear, turning the living into living corpses, after which the bodies would begin to develop corpse spots and gradually rot into pus.

Zhu Jianping, who was in class, walked out of the classroom. Looking up at the pitch-black clouds overhead and the wandering spirits darting around, his lips twitched, and a fierce expression appeared on his face. Clearly, he was angry. Zhu Jianping was angry. He was willing to continue being a student, to continue attending school, and to occasionally use his abilities to play with teachers or female classmates he found interesting. He enjoyed this life, even though he already possessed powers that surpassed those of ordinary people. He was still accustomed to his previous life, and the other party's actions were intended to destroy the entire school and everyone in it, which Zhu Jianping would not allow!

"Soul Storm!"

Zhu Jianping let out a low, beast-like growl, his eyes turning blood red. Around him, more than a dozen whirlwinds appeared, the result of the mental storm he had unleashed in the real world. Then, he pointed a finger at the sky.

With a "buzz," a tremor echoed, and the mental storm swept out, instantly shredding a large number of wandering spirits into soul fragments. A large hole appeared in the black clouds, and the ghostly energy began to become chaotic, unable to form a coherent system under the impact of the mental storm. The situation was on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, a man in a khaki windbreaker slowly walked into the school grounds, raising his head to meet Zhu Jianping's gaze, who was standing on the balcony of the corridor.

...

One by one, faces that had been pressed against the car window began to seep in, ignoring the glass barrier and advancing into the car. Zhao Zhu's expression darkened as he continued to take deep breaths, cold sweat streaming down his face. The temperature around him began to drop, and the faces, still dripping with disgusting saliva, started to drip into the car, bringing a foul smell.

Just as these faces were about a decimeter away from Zhao Zhu, they let out a shrill,惨烈的尖叫，然后全部化作一团白雾消散，给 Zhao Zhu 的车里留下了一层类似粉尘的物质。

这就……结束了？

Zhao Zhu 伸出手，擦了擦额头上的汗水，再看向车窗外四周，发现黑色已经变淡了许多，可以看见光亮了。这个地方不能再待下去了，顾不得等 Zhu Jianping，Zhao Zhu 迅速发动车子，直接开出了学校。

开出学校后，Zhao Zhu 感觉整个人轻松了许多，之前那种浑身上下都难受的感觉基本消失。他并没有直接开车回医院或者回家，而是拐了个弯，按照之前查到的 Zhu Jianping 的地址开去了那里。

Zhu Jianping 住的是那种老旧的公寓楼，在老城区，他父母都离异了，现在是一个人住，所以这也是 Zhu Jianping 没有换房子的原因吧，可能就是在这里住习惯了，而且以 Zhu Jianping 的能力，去弄点儿钱发发财也是轻而易举的事情。

Zhao Zhu 把车停在楼下，下车后从后备箱里取出了一个扳手就径直上了楼。

从群里之前得到的消息来看，Zhu Jianping 应该是被群里另外一个人寻仇了，再从先前的声势来看，那个寻仇的人也不简单，双方鹿死谁手反正 Zhao Zhu 真猜不准。既然 Zhu Jianping 已经说过要把那药水给自己，那自己还是先来把东西拿了再说。

老式陈旧的公寓，老式陈旧的门，根本就不用扳手，直接用肩膀一撞，门就被撞开了。里面空间不是很大，东西也是堆得乱七八糟。Zhao Zhu 开始在里面翻找，由于 Zhao Zhu 自己也没兑换过东西，所以也不清楚从群主那里兑换来的道具是个什么样子。

客厅里翻了一遍，什么都没有，不过在卧室里，Zhao Zhu 终于有了发现。在床底下，放着一个木箱子，打开后发现里面有几个小瓶子，还有一些小册子和符纸之类的东西。Zhao Zhu 一点都不客气，把箱子合上，抱上箱子就直接走了出去。

然而，当走到楼梯口时，下面忽然传来了一阵阵凄厉的鬼叫声，那种熟悉的阴寒感觉又来了。应该是那个在群里叫“我居然是凡人”的人也找到了这里，难道 Zhu Jianping 已经被他杀死了吗？

不过，无论怎么样，这个时候 Zhao Zhu 是肯定得躲着他。楼梯口是走不了了，Zhao Zhu 抱着箱子回了屋，打开了窗户，目测了一下五层楼的高度以及身侧墙壁上的水管，最后咬咬牙，还是一只手抓着管子，身体探出窗外，双脚踩在窗檐上，之后就是刻意松开手和脚，让自己的身体落下。

在落地前，一只手撑着水管，双脚狠狠地踩在了墙面上，Zhao Zhu 整个人摔在了地上，连续滚了十几圈，身上不知道擦破了多少皮，出现了多少淤青，但好歹身体完整，没伤筋动骨。深吸一口气，将身上的痛楚都压了回去，Zhao Zhu 起身跑向了自己的车，打开车门将箱子丢了进去，然后迅速发动车子开了出去。

一直开出了三四个街区，看着四周的行人络绎不绝，Zhao Zhu 心底的那种忐忑感才真正消失。掏出手机在群成员里搜查了一下，发现 Zhu Jianping 还在群成员里。Zhao Zhu 清楚，群里谁死了，群主就会把谁的 QQ 号给踢出群。现在看来 Zhu Jianping 还没死，但怎么会被人家把老窝也给抄了？

Zhao Zhu 也不打算再逗留了，径直向着自己上班的精神病医院开去。那家精神病医院在郊区，风景和绿化都不错，算是一个适合人疗养的地方。

车子开入了疗养院的员工住宿区，下了车，手里拿着箱子，Zhao Zhu 来到了自己宿舍前，打开门，将箱子藏在了橱柜里面。其实这里员工宿舍条件很不错，和酒店里的套房差不多，因此藏东西的空间还是有的。

做完了这些，Zhao Zhu 就直接给陈红发了个语音请求，但陈红没有接。紧接着，有人打电话过来，看来电显示，是赵美芬。但 Zhao Zhu 此时可是一点去**的心思都没有，刚刚那些个鬼脸仿佛还历历在目，实在是太过恶心。Zhao Zhu 现在想做的，就是冲个冷水澡，然后去把箱子里的那些个东西取出来好好地研究一下。不过，电话，还是得接的。

“Zhao Zhu，你在哪里，你快过来，你快过来，住院部里出事儿了，出事儿了，啊！！！！！！！！！”

一声刺耳的尖叫从电话那端传来。