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

The alarm in the testing room was shrill and piercing.

The red light flashed, making the faces of several teachers appear somewhat pale.

On the testing platform, the white paper guiding lamp stood quietly.

The stark white light was neither on nor off.

Like an open eye.

Lin Qingzhu raised her hand, signaling everyone to step back.

"Closed testing room."

The teacher next to him immediately pressed the button on the wall.

Click.

The door to the testing room closed automatically, and a ring of light gold patterns lit up the surrounding walls.

The standard protective array of the Zhengui Academy has been activated.

Zhou Cheng originally wanted to come in, but he was blocked outside the door and could only look inside through the glass.

Several students who had come to watch the commotion also crowded outside.

"What's going on?"

"Is the instrument alarming?"

"Could it really be a pollutant?"

"I knew that lamp was weird; there's no good stuff in abandoned talismans."

Upon hearing these comments, Zhou Cheng's expression softened slightly.

He immediately seized the opportunity and gritted his teeth, saying, "Director Lin, I told you long ago, this thing is problematic! Xu Du was acting recklessly just now and almost got us killed!"

Lin Qingzhu ignored him.

She stared at the monitoring screen.

The data on the screen was fluctuating wildly.

[Compatibility assessment in progress...]

[Pollution values ​​are collected centrally...]

[Identifying the type of object being used...]

【abnormal.】

【abnormal.】

【abnormal.】

A male teacher frowned: "Can't it recognize it?"

Another teacher whispered, "This lamp has been stored in the waste storage for three years. I've seen the previous testing records, and its rating has always been 'discarded,' with a high contamination level and a 100% failure rate."

"Then why is it lighting up on its own now?"

No one answered.

Lin Qingzhu looked at Xu Du.

"What exactly did you just do?"

Xu Du thought for a moment.

"Light the lamp, light the way, and make a covenant."

Several teachers fell silent at the same time.

They understood every single one of those six words.

They're put together, but I don't know what they mean.

The male teacher couldn't help but ask, "What system of techniques?"

Xu Du said, "It's the old custom."

"Old custom?"

The male teacher frowned even more deeply.

"The funeral parlor stuff?"

Xu Du glanced at him.

"almost."

The male teacher's expression darkened slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Lin Qingzhu raised her hand to interrupt.

"Let's see the test results first."

The screen suddenly paused.

The first line of data popped up.

[Pollution level: 0.7]

Everyone was taken aback.

One teacher blurted out, "So low?"

This is not reasonable.

The biggest problem with abandoned buildings is the unstable pollution.

Especially for the White Paper Soul-Guiding Lamp, a yin-type talisman, the pollution level has never been lower than thirty in historical records.

But now it's only 0.7.

almost negligible.

The second line of data then appears.

[Mental erosion: None.]

Third line.

[Tendency to spiral out of control: Low.]

Outside the testing room, Zhou Cheng's expression froze for a moment.

How could that be?

That lamp was clearly eerie and frightening just now.

How could there be no pollution?

Lin Qingzhu's eyes flickered slightly.

"continue."

The screen paused for a few more seconds.

It's like recalculating.

Then, a line of even larger text slowly appeared.

Town Degree: 5.3 points

There was a moment of silence in the testing room.

The next moment, it exploded outside.

"How many?!"

"5.3 points?"

"Am I seeing things?!"

"Initial contract 5.3? Really?"

"Last year's top scorer on the school list only had a 4.4!"

"No, he contracted with an abandoned talisman!"

The degree of compatibility between the suppressor and the object used for suppression is called "zhenqidu".

First contract, 1 point is acceptable.

2 points - Excellent.

A score of 3 is enough to get you into the college's top training program.

A score of 4 or above is generally enough to get into the city-level special training list.

As for 5 points.

That's not the kind of data a normal student should have.

That's genius stuff.

But now, a student known throughout the school as the worst student, a poor student who can't afford any popular items in town, bought a white paper lamp from an abandoned warehouse and scored 5.3 points.

Moreover, the pollution level is almost zero.

This is more frightening than simply having a high compatibility score.

This means that the white paper soul-guiding lamp is not backfiring on Xu Du.

It is recognizing him.

The color drained completely from Zhou Cheng's face.

His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He just said that Xu Du's major was a perfect match, and he even got a funeral lamp.

In the blink of an eye, this funeral lamp measured the top data in the entire school.

Lin Qingzhu's gaze towards Xu Du finally changed.

Not surprised.

It is an examination.

"Have you handled this lamp before?"

"no."

"Did anyone in your family teach you traditional customs?"

Xu Du paused for a moment.

"My family runs a paper offering shop."

The male teacher couldn't help but ask, "Can a paper craft shop really produce a 5.3-point Zhenqi (a type of magical skill)?"

Xu Du looked at him.

"After all these years of teaching at your college, have you actually taught anyone how to use this lamp?"

The male teacher's face immediately froze.

Lin Qingzhu glanced at Xu Du, her lips seemed to twitch slightly, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Continue to test and rate the town's properties."

The screen flickered again.

This time, the testing equipment was slow to provide results.

A full half minute later, the original file on the screen was brought up.

【White Paper Soul-Guiding Lamp】

[Original rating: Discarded]

[Reason for abandonment: After three failed contracts, the user experienced auditory hallucinations and sleepwalking tendencies.]

[Recommendation: Seal or incinerate.]

Then, new correction information gradually emerged.

[Rating under revision...]

Risk level: Low to medium.

Functionality: To be determined.

[Suspected Old Gift Sequence: Lu Ke's Remains.]

[Recommendation: Suspend the incineration and submit a review request.]

"Lu Ke's remnant equipment?"

A teacher gasped.

"The 'Lu' category from the Six Categories of the Old Rites? Wasn't that discontinued long ago?"

"Didn't the textbook say that old rituals are uncontrollable and have been eliminated by the mainstream system of suppressing evil spirits?"

"But it just sealed off a strange door."

"That wasn't sealing off the territory, it was establishing a contract."

The teachers' explanations became increasingly incoherent.

They suddenly realized that their usual knowledge of exorcism could not explain what Xu Du had just done.

The Thunder Talisman is for suppression.

A peach wood sword is used to slay evil spirits.

The Soul-Suppressing Bell is used to stabilize the soul.

The Buddha's Light Mirror is used to ward off evil spirits.

But Xu Du hadn't suppressed, killed, or driven away the enemy just now.

He simply wrote a few notes, asking the spirits behind the door to temporarily acknowledge him.

This is so unfamiliar.

Lin Qingzhu walked to the testing table and looked down at the white paper soul-guiding lamp.

"You just said that there are thirteen dead souls behind the wall of the old staff building."

Xu Du nodded.

Are you sure?

"Sure."

"Can you handle it?"

Xu Du did not answer immediately.

He looked down at the white paper soul-guiding lamp.

The "Return Gift Register" hung quietly in my mind.

On that page, it still reads:

[The debts owed to various groups remain unpaid.]

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

He looked up.

"Not now."

Lin Qingzhu frowned slightly.

Outside the testing room, Zhou Cheng, as if he had finally gotten his chance, immediately spoke up: "Did you hear that? He himself said it's impossible! Director Lin, he's just bluffing!"

Xu Du ignored him.

"We don't have enough good karma right now, and the lamp is only just beginning to awaken. If we force the door open, the thirteen souls behind it will lose their way, and the living might take the place of the door."

Lin Qingzhu's expression hardened.

"A substitute door?"

"The one who opens the door waits for them at the door."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of several teachers in the testing room changed.

Although they don't understand the old customs, they understand the consequences.

If the door to the old staff building really was opened by mistake, then it might not just be a matter of one or two students dying.

Lin Qingzhu said in a deep voice, "What about tomorrow at noon?"

"The Zhou family admits to the debt, the college testifies, and the Lingju Authority will adjudicate."

Xu Du paused for a moment.

"The person behind the door doesn't want to kill; he wants to settle accounts."

Zhou Cheng's face was extremely ugly.

"Xu Du, stop talking nonsense! What do you mean by settling accounts? That's all stuff from decades ago. Who knows if it's true or not?"

"Then investigate."

The administrator finally spoke up.

His face was still somewhat pale, but his tone was heavy.

"Director Lin, I brought back the old paper that slid down from Gate Number Three earlier."

He took out the yellowed engineering record from his pocket.

Lin Qingzhu accepted it.

After only two glances, his face darkened.

Renovation project of the old staff building of Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School.

Temporary worker: Chen Dayou.

Wages settled: Not paid.

Incident handling: Left his post without permission and went missing.

Lin Qingzhu looked up.

"Where did this record come from?"

The administrator pointed at Xu Du.

"It came out through the crack in the door."

Lin Qingzhu looked at the old paper, then at Zhou Cheng, whose face was pale outside the wall.

"Zhou's Construction?"

Zhou Cheng took half a step back.

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

Lin Qingzhu didn't continue asking him questions, but instead said to the teacher beside her, "Check the old files."

The teacher immediately accessed the college's internal system.

A moment later, the renovation files of the old staff building were retrieved.

It is displayed very clearly on the screen.

Project contractor: Zhou's Construction.

Number of people involved in the accident: 0.

Settlement disputes: None.

Person in charge: Zhou Jianye.

When Zhou Cheng saw the three characters "Zhou Jianye", his face turned completely pale.

That was his father.

Xu Du looked at the file, his eyes turning colder.

Thirteen souls lay hidden behind the door.

The number of people involved in the incident was zero.

If it weren't for the "Returning Gift Book" and the blank paper soul-guiding lamp, he probably would have thought it was just a simple door-knocking trick.

But now it seems that what lies buried beneath the old staff building is probably no small matter.

Lin Qingzhu closed the file.

"Notify the Department of Spirits and Souls."

One teacher nodded: "An urgent investigation has already been launched."

"Notify the person in charge of Zhou's Construction that they must be at the school by noon tomorrow."

Zhou Cheng hurriedly said, "Director Lin, my dad is very busy, he might not be able to—"

Lin Qingzhu looked at him coldly.

"Then tell him that the door in the old staff building will be waiting for him."

Zhou Cheng shuddered.

The testing room fell silent.

Just then, another notification popped up on the monitoring screen.

[Contractor's Life Lamp reaction detected.]

Should we conduct a preliminary fortune telling using the destiny lamp?

Lin Qingzhu's eyes flickered.

"Xu Du, put your hand on it."

Xu Du was slightly taken aback.

He hasn't formally studied destiny lamp divination yet.

But now that the white paper guiding lamp has begun to awaken, he also wants to know exactly where he has come from.

He reached out and placed his hand on the black stone slab next to the testing station.

A cold sensation came from my palm.

The next second, a phantom light appeared above the testing platform.

That wasn't the golden-red lamp commonly seen by mainstream exorcists.

Instead, it was a bluish-white lamp.

The lights were dim.

But it's very stable.

Like a ray of light illuminating the way for the departed souls in the darkness.

Several teachers stood up straight at the same time.

"Has the lamp of life been lit?"

"The color is wrong."

"It's not a Yang lamp."

"This is... a ghost lamp?"

Lin Qingzhu stared at the pale blue lamp of fate, remaining silent for a long time.

Then she whispered:

"Jiangcheng Academy hasn't had a Yin Lamp Suppression Master in twenty-seven years."

Outside the testing room, all the students were in an uproar.

The Ghost Master of Yindeng Town.

They had only ever seen this word in the corner of old textbooks.

Side door.

Danger.

It's easy to go astray.

Training is not recommended.

This is the evaluation in the textbook.

Zhou Cheng stared at the pale blue lamplight, his lips trembling.

Xu Du, however, remained calm.

He looked at the bluish-white flame in front of his palm.

There was neither excitement nor fear.

Suddenly, I felt that the light was somewhat familiar.

Like the ever-burning lamp that never went out at the entrance of a funeral parlor in my past life.

Lin Qingzhu withdrew her gaze.

"Xu Du".

"exist."

"From now on, the White Paper Soul-Guiding Lamp will be under your contract for use. However, you are not allowed to leave the school or enter the old staff building before noon tomorrow."

Xu Du asked, "May I enter at noon tomorrow?"

Lin Qingzhu looked at him.

"I'll lead the team then."

"You are an assistant."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Cheng seemed to have grasped something.

"Director! He's just a student, why should he be allowed to participate?"

Lin Qingzhu turned to look at him.

"Because the door listens to him."

Zhou Cheng was immediately speechless.

Lin Qingzhu continued, "In addition, Xu Du handled the midnight knocking case tonight, rescuing Shen Li and Zhou Cheng, and temporarily sealing off the Ghost Gate. According to the academy's emergency regulations, he will first be awarded 30 temporary merits and a reward of 5,000. The formal reward will be determined by the Spirit Management Bureau."

Five thousand.

For Zhou Cheng, it might just be the cost of a meal.

But for Xu Du, that's quite a lot.

At least this month's rent is covered.

He nodded.

"Thank you, Director Lin."

Zhou Cheng's expression turned even uglier.

He spent 880,000 yuan but still couldn't get the thunder-patterned peach wood sword.

Xu Du didn't spend a penny, but he took a discarded lamp, lit the life lamp, and also received merit and a bonus.

This is even more painful than slapping him.

Just then, Zhou Cheng's phone rang.

His expression changed when he saw the incoming call.

"My dad."

Everyone looked at him.

Zhou Cheng's hand trembled, and he almost dropped his phone.

Lin Qingzhu said coldly, "Receive it."

Zhou Cheng swallowed hard and pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man's deep voice came through, tinged with obvious impatience.

"Zhou Cheng, your homeroom teacher just called me about the old staff dormitory building. What trouble have you gotten into at school this time?"

Zhou Cheng's voice was weak: "Dad, it wasn't me, it was..."

"What is it?"

Zhou Cheng glanced at Xu Du.

Xu Du was also looking at his phone.

Zhou Jianye's voice continued to come through.

"Let me tell you, the old staff building has all the proper paperwork from back then, and the Zhou family has never had an accident. If anyone tries to extort money from the Zhou family using this dilapidated building from decades ago, tell them to come directly to me."

Lin Qingzhu's eyes turned cold.

Zhou Jianye seemed unaware that many people had overheard his phone call.

He gave a cold laugh.

"Tomorrow at noon, right?"

"I'd like to see who dares to make Zhou Jianye acknowledge a non-existent debt."

The voice just fell.

The white paper lamp on the testing platform suddenly lit up by itself.

A stark white light shone on the phone screen.

On the phone, Zhou Jianye's voice abruptly stopped.

Followed by.

There was a very soft knock on the door from the other end of the phone.

thump.