"Do you think, Haitao will blame me down there?" Pan Linkai said, panicky and restless, "When I reached his doorstep, I hesitated, but then I thought, would he blame me even more if I didn't go in?"
Wang Feng thought for a while and said, "Linkai, I think you might be overthinking. Haitao may have some mental illness, experiencing delusions, and that's why he thinks he has a new girlfriend."
As the class president, he was always upright and believed in science, not feudal superstitions.
"Then why did he jump off a building, and from the haunted one at that?" Pan LinKai asked.
"Mental patients can't be understood with normal people's mindset. I've heard that some schizophrenics act like this. When they have an episode, no one knows what they'll do." Wang Feng consoled.
"Exactly! If there really were ghosts, why would they only take Guo Haitao and not the rest of you?" Huang Junkun said dismissively, reaching out to put his arm around Xia Yiyi's shoulder, "Yiyi, don't mind them, they're just bragging."
Xia Yiyi dodged him, frowning, "That's not necessarily true. My mom said that when I was little, after we went to the countryside to pay respects at a grave, I came back with a cold and fever, speaking nonsense. The hospital couldn't cure me, but I got better after we brought a talisman back from a temple. Lu Fei, what do you think? I feel like you know a lot about this."
"Regardless, people should maintain a sense of reverence. There are many unknown things in this world, and not seeing them doesn't mean they don't exist." Lu Fei didn't think it was worth arguing. His family dealt in evil objects, and he had long grown accustomed to strange things.
But these few classmates were ordinary people who hadn't experienced anything, so it was understandable they found it hard to believe.
He was now more concerned about Guo Haitao's phone.
The negative energy must have been picked up at the haunted building. If the phone had turned into an evil object, it could be dangerous for Guo Haitao's mother to keep it.
But Guo Haitao's mother was currently emotionally unstable, and it was uncertain if she could handle the truth directly.
Fortunately, he left her a ghost-repelling character before he left.
The yin energy on the phone was not strong, and the ghost-repelling character was enough to resolve it.
"Lu Fei is right, there are too many unknown things in this world. Humans are actually very small and should maintain reverence." Xia Yiyi nodded in agreement.
Wang Feng also said, "That's true, no matter whether there are ghosts in the world or not, there must be bad magnetic fields, and it's always right to stay away from them."
Huang Junkun looked very displeased.
He had no interest at all in comforting his classmates' parents, and only came along with Xia Yiyi.
However, Xia Yiyi paid little attention to him but was very warm to Lu Fei.
When they were in school, Xia Yiyi seemed to have feelings for Lu Fei, but she was very shy and never expressed herself in front of him.
Huang Junkun really didn't understand where he had lost out.
"Lu Fei, who are you fooling? This is a modern civilized society, where do these ghosts and goblins come from?"
"Mr. Huang, don't talk about people during the day and don't talk about ghosts at night; this topic should be dropped here." Lu Fei gave Huang Junkun a look, ignoring his纠缠.
He wasn't that close to him, so it didn't matter if he believed it or not.
"I think you're the one making a fuss!" Huang Junkun snorted, "If there really are ghosts in this world, I'll eat shit while standing on my head!"
Lu Fei looked at him in shock: "Mr. Huang, your taste is quite heavy!"
"You..."
Huang Junkun gritted his teeth, glanced at Xia Yiyi's peculiar expression, and held back his anger.
Instead, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, took his phone out, found a corner where no one was around, and prepared to make a call to get some people to teach Lu Fei a lesson.
Just as he took out his phone, he felt something scurrying by his feet.
He looked down and saw several large, fat black rats.
"Damn it! Where did these dead rats come from!"
Huang Junkun swore and kicked at the rats, but as he turned around, he froze in place.
Just ahead, a sharp-faced old lady stood in the corner with a sinister look, her muddled eyes fixed on him.
"Oh shit, a ghost..."
Huang Junkun's scalp tingled with fear and he retreated in panic.
"Young man, don't be afraid," the sharp-faced old lady said, her ancient, wrinkled face moving to form a smile.
But it was even more frightening when she smiled.
Huang Junkun was so scared that he nearly wet himself and fled without looking back.
However, a group of large, black rats ran out from the corner, blocking his path.
The rats' fierce eyes made him hesitate to move forward, and when he looked back, the terrifying face of the sharp-faced old lady was right in front of him.
The old lady walked without making any sound at all.
"Help! A ghost!"
Huang Junkun leaned against the wall, his legs shaking uncontrollably like a sieving basket.
"Young man, I am not a ghost," said the old woman with a sharp face, smiling kindly.
Huang Junkun cautiously opened his eyes and, gathering his courage, looked at the old woman. He noticed she cast a shadow, which helped him calm down slightly.
It is said that ghosts do not have shadows.
"Damn old hag! Hiding in the corner to scare people, are you sick or what!" He wiped his cold sweat, still shaken, almost thinking he was going to end up in a bad situation, and started to curse angrily.
"Young man, don't talk so rudely. I'm here to help you."
The old woman's sharp face bore a creepy smile, and the large rats circled her feet, their beady black eyes fixed on Huang Junkun, making his skin crawl.
"What do you mean?" Huang Junkun nervously swallowed.
"You like that girl, right?" The old woman, with her claw-like hand, pointed in Xia Yiyi's direction.
Huang Junkun was suddenly startled: "Who are you? How do you know this?"
"With that Lu kid around, do you think you have a chance? Take this; it will help you deal with that Lu kid!" The old woman with the pointed face gave a sinister smile, grabbed Huang Junkun's hand, and placed something in it.
Five minutes later.
Huang Junkun, with his hands in his pockets, sneaked out from the corner.
Returning to his seat, his face was still somewhat pale.
"Huang Junkun, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?" Wang Feng looked at him in surprise.
"Nothing, nothing." Huang Junkun picked up his water cup, trying to hide his nervous expression.
"I thought you saw a ghost or something," Wang Feng joked.
Huang Junkun nearly spat out the water he was drinking.
Fortunately, no one paid much attention to him, and everyone was getting ready to leave.
The meal was tasteless.
Though they said they didn't believe it, the death of Guo Haitao loomed over their hearts like a shadow.
Lu Fei got up and called the waiter to bring the bill.
"I'll pay, I'll pay!"
But Huang Junkun insisted on paying the bill.
"Alright, you can pay."
Lu Fei wasn't short of money, and treating his classmates to a meal was no big deal, but since Huang Junkun was so enthusiastic, he let him pay.
Huang Junkun was taken aback, not expecting Lu Fei to not even pretend to argue about it.
"Well, Lu Fei, no matter what, we are still classmates," he patted Lu Fei on the back, pretending to be enthusiastic, "don't take those words to heart."