Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 559

Chapter 557 Unlucky Sister

“Sorry, we don’t allow bringing food into the haunted house.” The staff stopped Jiang Li. There

was once a careless tourist who choked while eating in the haunted house, and it was the kind ghost who carried the tourist out. The

ghosts here are all real, not fake.

Jiang Li had no choice but to look at the staff with resentment while finishing his candied haws.

Next to the haunted house is the first aid station, less than five meters away. There were also trembling couples supporting each other at the exit of the haunted house.

Wen Quan browsed the reviews on the Internet with his mobile phone: “This is also a must-see attraction for couples. It is said that it can enhance their relationship.” “

But there are also failed cases, such as the man abandoning the woman and running away directly, and the two naturally break up.”

“In general, the probability of promoting communication and promoting breakups here is the same.”

“…I think couples already feel the excitement before entering the haunted house.” Wen Qing’er shivered, a little afraid of the haunted house.

Jiang Li comforted him, “Don’t be afraid. I have some connections with the underworld’s leader, so the ghosts should be kind.”

Wen Qing’er looked at Jiang Li as if he were a ghost.

Jiang Li finally finished his candied haws and entered the haunted house.

“The internet says the haunted house itself is a spooky place. From the outside, it doesn’t look very large, but once you’re inside, you’ll find a whole other world, much larger than the outside. There’s a paranormal school, a midnight hospital, and a ranch full of strange stories.” Wen Qing’er was timid, and even after entering the haunted house, she continued to research online information about it.

Jiang Li and Taoist Huiming didn’t think anything of it. “It’s perfectly normal, because this haunted house is a secret place. When we entered, we were already there.”

“Also, I advise you not to use your phone for lighting.”

“Why?” Wen Qing’er didn’t dare turn off her phone, the faint light giving her a sliver of courage.

“Because you might be able to see something above you.”

Wen Qing’er felt an itch on her face, and scratching it revealed a strand of hair, only it was dry and yellow, and it wasn’t hers at all.

Wen Qing’er instinctively looked up and saw a woman with a long neck and disheveled hair. Directly above her, they were watching something on their phone screen. A strand of hair dangled across Wen Qing’er’s face. The dim light from the phone screen cast a sharp shadow on the ghost’s face, making it even more terrifying.

“Ah!”

Wen Qing’er jumped in shock and quickly hugged Jiang Li.

Jiang Li said helplessly, “Look carefully before you hug me. Are you hugging me?”

Wen Qing’er realized she wasn’t holding Jiang Li, but a stick made of several arms. Terrified,

Wen Qing’er ran away.

“Sister, I ran to the paranormal school grounds. The president said the Sorrowful Master is over there.” Wen Quan, worried about his sister, asked Jiang Li to walk ahead.

Panting—panting—

Wen Qing’er ran, breathless and still in shock. Only when she reached the unfamiliar place did she realize she shouldn’t have run alone.

“Senior Jiang? Senior Jiang?”

Wen Qing’er called out softly, wanting to call Jiang Li over, but she was worried about attracting ghosts. After

calling out a few times, with no effect, Wen Qing’er had to muster up the courage to move forward, silently chanting “Senior Jiang, bless you, Senior Jiang, bless you…” as she walked

. “This seems to be a school.” Wen Qing’er didn’t dare to turn on her phone. In the darkness, she could vaguely make out the classrooms, desks, chairs, benches, blackboards…all of which indicated that this was a school and she was in the corridor.

The corridor had a good echo effect, click, click, Wen Qing’er could hear the echo of her own footsteps.

After walking for a while, Wen Qing’er felt her legs were a little weak walking in the dark, and she wanted to hold on to the wall to rest.

Click, click…

the footsteps were still ringing, and getting closer and closer.

Wen Qing’er was terrified and didn’t dare to look back.

She found that the lights were on in a classroom in front of her, and she ran over quickly.

As soon as she entered the classroom, Wen Qing’er felt that the whole world was getting better. The teacher was lecturing and the students were reciting the text. These sounds could not be heard outside, only those in the classroom could hear them.

“Student, you have walked into the wrong classroom.” The Chinese teacher stopped writing on the blackboard and reminded Wen Qing’er.

“I will stay here for a while, my classmates will come to pick me up soon.”

“Then you sit down.” The Chinese teacher did not care, as there happened to be an empty seat for Wen Qing’er to sit.

The Chinese teacher’s lecture seemed to have a kind of magic that made people drowsy. Wen Qing’er felt sleepy and her head tilted forward. She quickly realized that something was wrong and sat up straight, but she was still sleepy.

In a daze, she seemed to hear the voice of the security guard coming from the corridor.

“This is really strange. I clearly turned off the main power, so why are the lights in the classroom still on?”

The security guard stretched his neck and looked through the window, scared to death.

In the classroom, forty-eight students and one teacher stood stiffly, their faces blue, their hair matted with weeds, their bodies dripping wet, their bodies dripping all over the floor. Only Wen Qing’er stood out, half asleep, looking completely out of place.

The security guard suddenly remembered something from months ago and shouted, “What are you doing? Come out!”

“A few months ago, this class went on an outing. On the way back, the bus driver drove like a possessed man and drove straight into the reservoir. Only one person was rescued; everyone else died. You were sitting in the seat of the survivor!”

Wen Qing’er was startled awake, and the scene she saw was completely different. There was no bright classroom, friendly teacher, or cheerful students; only a dimly lit classroom, a half-smiling teacher, and students with deathly expressions.

Wen Qing’er wanted to leave, but found herself nailed to her seat, unable to do so.

The Chinese teacher looked at Wen Qing’er and said, “Student, what’s wrong? Are you leaving? No, you’re the only one missing.”

Wen Qing’er was horrified and struggled hard. Her Qi training at level one finally came in handy, helping her break free.

“Help me!” Wen Qing’er ran to the security guard.

When she got closer to the security guard, she could see his face clearly. His hair was also covered with waterweed and his body was wet.

“Don’t be afraid, little girl. Uncle is a bus driver and will protect you.”

As he said that, the bus driver reached out to Wen Qing’er. Wen Qing’er quickly changed direction and ran into the toilet.

She wanted to calm herself down and turned on the faucet. Countless hairs flowed out.

She looked up at the mirror, but the person in the mirror was not her at all, but a woman with a scratched face.

Wen Qing’er ran into the toilet cubicle and squatted on the toilet, shivering.

She heard footsteps again, getting closer and closer, knocking on the door one by one.

“Is anyone there?”

No response, the next one, bang bang bang.

“Is anyone there?”

No response, the next one.

When someone knocked on Wen Qing’er’s door, Wen Qing’er covered her mouth and dared not make a sound.

“Is anyone there?”

The man stopped in front of Wen Qing’er’s door. Wen Qing’er could see clearly through the crack in the door.

The man kept knocking on the door, but Wen Qing’er never answered.

After an unknown amount of time, the feet outside the door disappeared, and the person finally left. Wen Qing’er breathed

a sigh of relief. Wen Qing’er felt her neck was wet, and after touching it, she thought it was a toilet leak, so she subconsciously looked up.

The person’s face was scratched, and it was quite ugly. She crawled over from the adjacent toilet, and when she was halfway over, she drooled, dripping on the back of Wen Qing’er’s neck.

…

“This girl runs pretty fast.” Jiang Li walked into the school slowly and came to the corridor.

Wen Quan felt that the note he had given to his sister on his phone was quite accurate – unlucky sister.

“I hope she’s okay.” Wen Quan clasped his hands.

(End of this chapter)