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

Water seeped slowly from the cement wall beneath the stairs under the light.

The crack in the old door became increasingly clear.

Behind the door, there was a series of knocks.

thump.

thump.

thump.

It wasn't just one person.

It's a group of people.

The students who had come to watch the commotion turned pale. Some of them instinctively retreated towards the stairwell, only to find that the corridor they had come from had somehow become very long.

The exit is only a dozen steps away, but it looks like it's dozens of meters away.

The administrator muttered a curse under his breath, then raised the wake-up bell and shook it again.

jingle!

The bell rang, and the darkness at the end of the corridor swayed slightly.

But the knocking didn't stop.

Instead, they became even more anxious.

Zhou Cheng collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling: "Xu Du, you...you have to make it stop!"

Xu Du glanced at him.

"Now you know fear?"

Zhou Cheng's face turned ugly, but he dared not retort.

The door was right behind him.

That hand, white from being soaked in water, almost grabbed his shoulder.

Xu Du ignored him and instead looked down at the white paper soul-guiding lamp.

The pale light on the lamp paper trembled slightly.

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

[Group debt.]

Behind the door lie thirteen souls.

[They all died during the renovation of the old staff dormitory building.]

The roster has been erased, wages remain unpaid, and remains have not been returned.

[Your current virtue is insufficient; do not open the door.]

[If the gate is forcibly opened, the souls will lose their way, and the living will have to take their place.]

Xu Du's eyes narrowed.

Thirteenth place.

The old staff building wasn't built because Chen Dayou died.

Instead, thirteen workers died.

The administrator clearly realized something, his voice tightening: "Xu Du, what did you figure out?"

Xu Du looked up and stared at the wall.

There's someone behind the door.

"How much is left?"

Thirteen.

The administrator's expression changed instantly.

A student next to him almost collapsed to the ground because his legs went weak.

"Ten, thirteen?"

"Have so many people died in this building?"

"How could the academy not know?"

No one answered.

The old staff building was renovated by Zhou's Construction Company.

If thirteen workers really did die, then this is no ordinary mystery.

This is an accident.

It was a cover-up.

It's a debt of life.

When Zhou Cheng heard the words "thirteen", he was completely stunned.

"I don't know, I really don't know!"

Xu Du looked at him.

Whether you know it or not is not important.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because the family recognizes the Zhou family."

Zhou Cheng's voice changed: "I'm a student! I didn't do anything!"

Xu Du nodded.

"So you can still stand and talk now."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Cheng froze.

From the bottom of the stairs, a more intense knocking sound suddenly came from the crack in the door.

dong dong dong dong-

The wall started to crack.

Black water flowed down the crack, mixed with fine paper dust and dirt.

The administrator's expression changed drastically: "No, the door is about to open!"

Xu Du gripped the white paper soul-guiding lamp tightly.

The light shone on the crack in the door.

Through the crack in the door, pale faces could be vaguely seen.

They huddled behind the door, their lips moving, but no sound came out.

There was only the sound of knocking.

Xu Du took a deep breath.

"We can't let it open."

The administrator asked anxiously, "What should we do then?"

Xu Du took the remaining yellow paper out of his pocket.

There are only three.

not enough.

He looked at the administrator: "Do you have any paper?"

The administrator was taken aback: "What paper?"

Any paper that can be written on will do.

The administrator immediately pulled out several duty registration forms from his personal notebook.

Xu Du took it, squatted in front of the wall, and bit his fingertip.

Zhou Cheng felt a chill run down his spine.

"What are you going to write now?"

Xu Du didn't look up.

"You can't just shut the door on debt."

"How do we turn it off?"

"To establish a contract."

Xu Du wrote on the first piece of paper:

Zhou's Construction Company will come to the old staff dormitory to claim the debt before noon tomorrow.

the second one:

The thirteen souls of the dead have temporarily returned behind the gate, and the innocent will not be harmed.

Third one:

The college, the Spiritual Authority, and the Zhou family held a face-to-face meeting to settle accounts.

After he finished writing, he stuck the three sheets of paper on the wall.

But as soon as the paper was pasted on, it was soaked by the black water, and the writing quickly faded away.

The administrator's face darkened: "Useless?"

Xu Du frowned.

not enough.

This is just the contract he wrote.

The spirits behind the door do not recognize them.

They've waited too long; they won't believe an empty promise.

Xu Du turned to look at Zhou Cheng.

"come over."

Zhou Cheng immediately shook his head: "What do you want to do?"

"You are a member of the Zhou family."

"I told you, it has nothing to do with me!"

Xu Du stared at him.

"You don't need to repay their lives, but you must relay a message from the Zhou family."

Zhou Cheng remained unmoved.

Suddenly, a pale finger emerged from the crack in the door.

A fingertip slowly drew a bloody mark on the wall.

The bloodstain curved and eventually formed a single character.

week.

Zhou Cheng's face turned completely pale.

Xu Du's voice turned cold.

"If you don't come now, it won't be a message anymore once they come out."

Zhou Cheng swallowed hard.

He stood up, leaning against the wall, his legs trembling violently, and slowly moved to Xu Du's side.

"What...what do you want me to do?"

"Press your fingerprint."

"Press where?"

Xu Du pointed to the first piece of paper.

"here."

Zhou Cheng stared at the paper, his fingers trembling.

"If I press it, will I die?"

"Won't."

"You promise?"

Xu Du said calmly, "If you don't press it, I can't guarantee anything."

Zhou Cheng's eyes were red.

He bit his finger, and tremblingly pressed the blood onto the paper.

The moment the bloodstain fell, the words on the three sheets of paper suddenly glowed with a ghastly white light.

The white paper soul-guiding lamp also lit up brightly.

The knocking behind the door stopped for a moment.

Xu Du seized the opportunity and stepped forward with his lantern.

"Chen Dayou".

"And those behind the door."

"This gate will be closed for one night."

"Tomorrow at noon, Mr. Zhou will come to identify the family, the college will come to witness the event, and the Spirits Management Bureau will come to make a ruling."

"If they don't come—"

Xu Du paused.

The light made his face look somewhat pale.

"I'll open the door myself."

The hallway was deathly quiet.

A moment later, a hoarse voice came from behind the door.

It's not Chen Dayou.

It's like many people's voices overlapping.

"Tomorrow...at noon."

Xu Du nodded.

"Tomorrow at noon."

The light from the white paper guiding lamp fell on the three pieces of paper.

The paper spontaneously combusted without fire, but instead of turning to ash, it became three grayish-white paper nails, which were driven into the cracks in the wall.

boom.

boom.

boom.

After three soft sounds, the old door slowly closed.

The black water stopped flowing.

The walls were also restored to ordinary cement walls.

There were three thin white marks on the wall, like the shadows left by three nails.

Only then did everyone dare to breathe.

One student leaned against the wall and vomited.

Zhou Cheng collapsed to the ground, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

The administrator stared at the wall for a long time without saying a word.

He worked at the college for twenty years.

What kind of talisman haven't I seen before?

He had seen the thunder talisman explode, the Buddha mirror suppress the soul, and the peach wood sword slay evil.

But he had never seen anyone like Xu Du, who used a few sheets of paper, a broken lamp, and a contract to push back a strange door that was about to open.

This is unlike mainstream ghost-suppressing practices.

It's more like talking to the supernatural about rules.

But strangely enough, it actually listened.

The administrator's throat moved.

"Xu Du, what kind of technique did you just use?"

Xu Du put away the white paper soul-guiding lamp.

The charred black on the lamp paper had faded a bit.

"Old customs".

"Old custom?"

"Debts must be repaid, the dead must be honored, and every door has its own way."

Xu Du looked at the white marks on the wall.

"They're not afraid of me."

"They're just waiting for someone who can convince the living to acknowledge their debts."

The administrator remained silent.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Cheng felt as if he had been pricked by a needle and abruptly looked up.

"Xu Du, my dad won't admit it."

Xu Du looked at him.

"Then let him come to the old staff dormitory building and listen for the door to open."

Zhou Cheng's lips were pale.

Just then, hurried footsteps finally came from outside the building.

Several beams of flashlight shone in from the stairwell.

"Who's inside?"

"Everyone stay where you are!"

"The people from the Anti-Ghost Suppression Department are here!"

The leader was a woman in her late twenties, dressed in a black uniform, with short hair, a peach wood short sword hanging at her waist, and an identification badge on her chest that read:

Lin Qingzhu, Director of the Practical Training Department at Jiangcheng Town Ghost Academy.

She glanced around the hallway.

Shen Li leaned against the administrator, her face pale.

Zhou Cheng collapsed to the ground, blood still flowing from his fingertips.

The students were so frightened they couldn't speak.

Xu Du was carrying a white paper lantern.

On the wall below the stairs, there were three white marks.

Lin Qingzhu's gaze fell on the lamp in Xu Du's hand, and her brows immediately furrowed.

"A blank paper soul-guiding lamp?"

The administrator gave a wry smile: "Director Lin, it was he who saved the person."

Lin Qingzhu looked at the administrator.

Explain yourself.

The administrator took a deep breath and quickly recounted what had just happened.

The more Lin Qingzhu listened, the calmer her gaze became.

But the way he looked at Xu Du had clearly changed.

"You mean, he used this lamp to see Chen Dayou off?"

The administrator nodded.

"And the thirteen souls behind the wall have been temporarily sealed off?"

The administrator nodded again.

"What kind of talisman did you use?"

The administrator's expression was complicated.

"Duty Log".

Lin Qingzhu: "..."

The other teachers nearby also fell silent.

At this moment, Zhou Cheng seemed to have finally found a lifeline and hurriedly shouted, "Director Lin! This has nothing to do with me! It was Xu Du who messed things up. He confiscated the abandoned talisman and almost killed us!"

Xu Du glanced at him.

He didn't say anything.

Lin Qingzhu coldly replied, "Shut up."

Zhou Chengyi froze.

Lin Qingzhu walked to the wall and reached out to touch the three white marks.

The moment she touched it, her fingertips felt like they had been pricked by a needle, and she immediately withdrew them.

She looked down.

There was a little more paper ash on my fingertip.

Lin Qingzhu's expression finally changed completely.

"This is... the Trickster's Pact?"

The teacher behind him exclaimed in surprise, "The Ghost Gate Covenant? Isn't that something from the old rituals?"

"Weren't those old customs abandoned long ago?"

"How could a student know that?"

Lin Qingzhu did not answer.

She turned to look at Xu Du.

"Your contract was successful?"

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

"It should be considered the initial awakening."

"Has the compatibility been tested?"

"not yet."

Lin Qingzhu gave him a deep look.

"Come with me to the town museum."

Zhou Cheng couldn't help but ask, "Director, what about that old staff building—"

Lin Qingzhu said coldly, "The old staff dormitory building is to be sealed off immediately. No one is allowed to approach it before noon tomorrow."

She then looked at Zhou Cheng.

"As for you, inform your father."

Zhou Cheng's face turned pale.

"director……"

"Now."

Zhou Cheng dared not speak again, and tremblingly took out his phone.

Lin Qingzhu turned and walked out of the building.

Xu Du followed.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly turned back and glanced at the wall.

The white paper lantern swayed gently.

It's like a response to what's waiting behind the wall.

A new line of words appeared in his mind regarding the "Return Gift Book".

[The debts owed to various groups remain unpaid.]

[Tomorrow at noon, open the doors and clear the accounts.]

Xu Du withdrew his gaze.

The lights in the town's main hall are already right in front of you.

Inside the main hall, students were still queuing up for the popular town items.

They had no idea what had just happened in the old staff building.

Little did anyone know, a discarded white paper lamp had just sealed off a door to the underworld.

Lin Qingzhu pushed open the door to the testing room.

"Xu Du".

She pointed to the testing station.

"Put the light up."

Xu Du placed the white paper soul-guiding lamp on the stage.

The next second, the previously calm detector suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.

The screen was flickering wildly.

All the teachers in the testing room changed their expressions at the same time.

A line of text slowly appeared.

[Subject of testing: A white paper soul-guiding lamp.]

[Rating under revision...]

[Compatibility assessment in progress...]

[Warning: Abnormal test result.]