Everyone's Suppressing Ghosts: Others Contract Divine Weapons, I Contract Blank Paper

No one spoke in the warehouse.

The knock on the door wasn't loud.

The sound came from a distance, coming from the direction of the old staff building, muffled, like someone gently tapping their knuckles on a damp wooden board.

But to the ears of the crowd, it was more jarring than thunder.

thump.

Zhou Cheng's smile froze.

The administrator turned around abruptly and looked outside the town museum.

"The old staff dormitory building?"

His expression changed.

The students who had come to watch the commotion also quieted down.

The old staff building of Jiangcheng Gui Academy is located in the northwest corner of the academy.

That place was originally the dormitory of a school-run factory decades ago. Later, the factory went bankrupt, and the building was abandoned. Apart from cleaners and security guards, very few people go there.

But things haven't been peaceful in the old staff dormitory building these past two days.

On the first night, someone heard a knocking sound outside door number three.

On the second night, a boarding student passed by and somehow entered the building. When he was found the next day, he was sitting in front of Gate No. 3 with a blank stare, unable to even write his own name completely.

Tonight is the third night.

The administrator's face darkened: "Don't wander around, I'll go and inform the teacher on duty."

He was about to turn around as he spoke.

Xu Du, however, looked at the white paper soul-guiding lamp in his hand.

At the wick, the pale white light became increasingly stable.

The paper lantern has no flame, yet it seems to breathe.

With each breath, a faint gray mark would appear on the lamp paper, as if an unseen hand were writing on it.

In Xu Du's mind, the "Return Gift Register" turned another page.

[The broken vessel from the road already corresponds to the strange sound.]

Knock on the door at midnight; the third knock will surely be answered.

If the doors are opened at different times, the soul will follow the path.

If the lamp illuminates the road, the debt will be returned to its rightful owner.

Xu Du stared at the last four words.

The debt should be returned to its rightful owner.

He suddenly spoke up: "Waiting for the teacher might be too late."

The administrator paused and turned around.

"What did you say?"

Xu Du raised the white paper lamp.

The lighting was very dim.

But the light didn't spread outwards; instead, it drifted straight out of the warehouse door, like a white thread held by the wind.

"It's already leading the way."

The administrator's pupils contracted.

Zhou Cheng finally recovered at this point, his face not looking too good, but he still forced a laugh.

"Playing tricks."

Xu Du glanced at him.

"If you're scared, then don't come along."

Zhou Cheng's face darkened.

"I'm afraid? Xu Du, have you forgotten that what I'm seeking today is a peach wood sword with thunder patterns? Do you think I'd be afraid of a funeral lamp like you?"

"You haven't signed the contract yet."

Zhou Cheng was speechless.

Several students nearby couldn't help but chuckle.

Zhou Cheng, feeling embarrassed, snorted coldly and followed after them with a stiff upper lip.

"I'd like to see what tricks this broken lamp of yours can pull off."

The administrator tried to stop it.

But the light from the white paper lamp had already drifted out of the warehouse.

In the distance, a second knock sounded on the door.

thump.

This sound was much closer than before.

The administrator's expression changed completely.

"Stay close to me, and nobody is allowed to touch anything!"

He pulled a copper bell from his waist.

That was a standard talisman provided by the academy to the curator of the museum, called the Soul-Awakening Bell, specifically designed to prevent low-level supernatural or supernatural influences.

Ke Xudu glanced at the copper bell.

The yang patterns on the bell are very faint.

It's okay for dealing with common hypnotic attacks.

This kind of "knocking on the door at midnight" is probably not enough.

The group quickly passed through the back door of the town museum and headed towards the old staff building.

It was already getting dark.

The main hall of the academy was brightly lit, and students were still queuing up for the most popular items in the contract.

But the further northwest you go, the fewer lights there are.

The wind carried a damp, musty smell.

The old staff building stands alone behind a few old locust trees, as if the entire building has been forgotten by the college.

Large sections of the exterior wall plaster have peeled off, leaving the windows dark and empty.

It was only evening, but inside it was as dark as midnight.

As soon as the group reached the bottom of the building, they heard a girl's faint voice coming from inside.

"Who...who's knocking at the door?"

The administrator's expression changed: "There's someone inside!"

He lifted his foot to rush in.

Xu Du suddenly stopped him.

"Don't go in."

The administrator exclaimed urgently, "There are students inside!"

"I know."

Xu Du looked at the white paper lamp.

The light shone not on the stairwell, but on the ground.

Only then did everyone notice a string of wet footprints on the cement ground at the building entrance.

The footprints were very small.

It looks like it was made by walking barefoot.

It extends all the way in from the outside of the building.

Zhou Cheng swallowed hard and subconsciously took a half step back.

Xu Du held up a lamp and walked into the stairwell.

As soon as I stepped inside, a blast of cold air shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

The doors on both sides of the corridor had long been dismantled, leaving only a few old wooden doors hanging there.

Gate number three is located at the deepest part of the first floor.

A girl was standing in front of the door.

She was wearing a school uniform, her hair was loose, and her right hand was already on the doorknob.

Her eyes were vacant, and she murmured softly:

"Someone is looking for me."

"There's someone outside."

"I need to open the door."

The administrator recognized her and turned pale.

"Shen Li? A sophomore boarding student, what's she doing here?"

Xu Du did not answer.

He looked toward Gate Number Three.

The door was old, and there were many damp spots on the door panel.

The house number was newly painted.

White background with black lettering.

three.

It looks like there's nothing wrong.

But when the white paper lamp shone on it, black water slowly seeped out from the edge of the doorplate.

Xu Du narrowed his eyes.

"Don't touch her."

The administrator, who was about to step forward to pull the person away, froze in mid-air upon hearing this.

Why?

Xu Du said, "She didn't open the door herself."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Li suddenly tightened her grip on the doorknob, which made a soft click.

Click.

The door lock was half open.

Xu Du stepped forward, and the white paper lamp blocked her from the door.

The stark white light fell on Shen Li's face.

Her empty eyes trembled slightly.

"cold……"

"It's so cold..."

Xu Du took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket.

He brought this from home.

It's just ordinary yellow paper.

There was nothing written on it.

Seeing this, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but chuckle softly, "You're not thinking of using burning paper money to ward off evil spirits, are you?"

Xu Du ignored him.

He bit his fingertip and wrote two words on the yellow paper.

Turn around.

Then the paper was stuck to Shen Li's back.

Shen Li shuddered, and finally loosened her grip on the doorknob.

The administrator reacted quickly and pulled her back.

Just as Shen Li left the door, a soft sigh came from behind it.

It looked like someone had been waiting for a long time.

But they waited for the wrong person.

The faces of the students around him turned pale.

Zhou Cheng also fell silent.

The administrator, supporting Shen Li, asked anxiously, "What do we do now?"

Xu Du looked at Gate No. 3.

The light from the white paper lamp fell on the doorplate, causing the character "three" on it to gradually distort.

Black water flowed down the edge.

Another layer of old paint was visible underneath.

That's not three.

It is seventeen.

The administrator's pupils constricted sharply.

"Has the address plate been changed?"

Xu Du squatted down, dipped his finger in the black water, and smelled it under his nose.

There was a faint smell of rust.

There was also a smell of paper ash.

It's not ordinary water.

It is resentful water.

New words appeared in his mind regarding the "Return Gift Book".

[The door is wrong.]

[Wrong route.]

The debt was not wrong.

The person knocking on the door is looking for a debt, not someone to look for.

[The third tone signifies that the creditor will surely respond.]

Xu Du raised his head.

"It's not here to see Shen Li."

The administrator's heart skipped a beat: "Then who should it contact?"

Xu Du did not answer immediately.

The stark white light in the white paper lamp suddenly shifted.

The light is no longer directed at Gate 3.

Instead, it slowly shone behind everyone.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

The light fell on Zhou Cheng.

More precisely, it landed on the black card hanging around his neck.

The surface of the black card was originally as smooth as a mirror.

But at this moment, under the light of the white paper lamp, a line of dark red text appeared on the card.

Zhou's Construction.

Zhou Cheng's expression changed instantly.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Xu Du stood up, his gaze falling on the black card.

"Your family is in the construction business?"

Zhou Cheng instinctively covered the card.

"What's it to you?"

The administrator also looked at Zhou Cheng, his expression somewhat strange.

"It seems that the old staff building was renovated by Zhou's Construction Company."

Zhou Cheng's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"So what? It happened decades ago, what does it have to do with me!"

The voice just fell.

All the dilapidated doors in the old staff building trembled at the same time.

boom.

boom.

boom.

It was as if countless people were raising their hands behind the door.

Zhou Cheng's face turned deathly pale.

He finally panicked.

"Xu Du, don't try to scare me! This is definitely your doing!"

Xu Du looked at him but didn't smile.

"I told you, it's looking for debts."

Zhou Cheng took a step back.

"What debt do I owe it?"

Just as Xu Du was about to speak, the white paper lamp suddenly shook violently.

The three blood-red characters reappeared on the lamp paper.

It's past midnight.

At the end of the corridor, the previously closed door number three suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a black wooden door that I had never seen before.

There is no door number on the door.

There was only a wet handprint.

The next moment, a third knock sounded on the door.

thump.

This time, the sound didn't come from behind the door.

It came from behind Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng turned his head stiffly.

Behind him, a door had appeared out of nowhere.

Outside the door, someone asked in a low voice:

"Are any members of the Zhou family here?"