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

Zhou's Construction Headquarters, Chairman's Office.

The lights were half off.

The knocking on the door stopped.

But the address keeps changing.

The secretary has changed the doorplate five times.

The first time, seventeen.

The second time, seventeen.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, it was still seventeen.

In the end, the secretary didn't dare to change her, and stood at the door, her face as white as paper.

Zhou Jianye sat behind his desk, tapping his knuckles on the surface.

He wasn't unfamiliar with strange things.

Over the years, the Zhou family has been involved in construction projects, including demolishing old buildings, relocating cemeteries, and suppressing haunted houses. Not every project has been completely clean.

But this is the first time that a doorplate has followed us all the way to the office door like today.

The office was quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear a slight hum from the air conditioner vents.

Half an hour later, footsteps finally came from outside the door.

The secretary quickly opened the door.

A man in a gray long gown walked in.

The man was in his fifties, with neatly combed hair. He carried a black cloth bag in his hand, and there was an old scar on the web of his right hand, as if he had been caught in a door.

Zhou Jianye immediately stood up.

"Master Liu."

Liu Chengyin glanced at the doorplate.

seventeen.

His expression darkened slightly.

"It came knocking on our door?"

Zhou Jianye suppressed his anger: "A student was playing tricks on us at school, saying there were dead people's accounts in the old staff building. I even heard knocking on the door on the phone just now. I suspect someone is using black magic."

Liu Chengyin remained silent.

He walked to the door, stretched out two fingers, and gently touched the word "seventeen".

A drop of black water touched my fingertip.

He held it to his nose and smelled it.

"It's not evil magic."

Zhou Jianye was taken aback.

Liu Chengyin slowly wiped away the black water from his fingertips.

"The door has woken up."

Zhou Jianye's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

Liu Chengyin turned around and looked at him.

"Mr. Zhou, are you sure the accounts from back then have really been settled?"

Zhou Jianye's eye twitched.

"I can't remember what happened decades ago."

Liu Chengyin smiled.

"It's okay if you can't remember, the door remembers."

Zhou Jianye remained silent for a moment, then his voice turned cold.

"Master Liu, I invited you here not to ask me about old grievances."

Liu Chengyin placed the black cloth bundle on the table and opened it.

Inside were nine jet-black door studs.

Each door nail was wrapped with a circle of yellowish-red thread.

"My master sealed that door back then."

He said.

"A letter for twenty years."

Zhou Jianye stared at the nine door studs, his throat bobbing.

"Can it still be sealed off now?"

Liu Chengyin did not answer immediately.

He took out an old yellow paper from his bag.

There was a line of text written on the paper.

The door won't be opened, the debt won't be repaid.

If people don't recognize it, the ghost won't leave.

He stared at the line of text for a long time, then suddenly chuckled.

"It can be sealed."

Zhou Jianye breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Chengyin added, "But this time is different."

"What's different?"

"Someone has lit a lamp."

Zhou Jianye frowned: "A light?"

"The Soul-Guiding Lamp Made of White Paper"

Liu Chengyin lowered his voice.

"That thing isn't a talisman; it's a road-illuminating device. It doesn't kill ghosts or ward off evil spirits; it only illuminates the path."

"So what if I provide a light?"

"Once the path is illuminated, the person behind the door will know which way to go."

Liu Chengyin looked up at Zhou Jianye.

"They used to only knock on doors in the old staff building, but now they can knock on doors in your office."

Zhou Jianye's face was grim.

"So you have to seal it off."

Liu Chengyin nodded.

"I will seal it off."

He held up three fingers.

Three million.

Zhou Jianye's eyelid twitched.

"Are you taking advantage of our misfortune?"

Liu Chengyin put the door nails back into his bag one by one.

"Mr. Zhou, the door can open at noon tomorrow."

Zhou Jianye stared at him for a long time, then squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"it is good."

Liu Chengyin smiled.

"There's one more thing."

"explain."

"If that student is present tomorrow, he must not be allowed to light the lamp."

Zhou Jianye frowned: "Just a student."

Liu Chengyin's smile faded slightly.

"Mr. Zhou, don't underestimate the person who lights the lamps."

"There are many people who can fight ghosts."

"But there are very few people who can guide ghosts."

……

The next morning, a cordon was set up outside the old staff building.

Two cars from the Bureau of Spirits Management arrived.

All the teachers from the Practical Training Department of the Zhengui Academy were also present.

Lin Qingzhu, dressed in a black uniform, stood in front of the building, her face colder than usual.

The administrator stayed by her side all night, his eyes bloodshot.

Zhou Cheng was also there.

He was kept on campus for observation last night and didn't dare to close his eyes all night.

As long as he closes his eyes, he can hear someone asking outside the door:

Are any members of the Zhou family here?

10:45.

A black minivan was parked outside the cordon.

Zhou Jianye got out of the car.

He was wearing a dark suit, his complexion wasn't good, but his imposing presence was still there.

He was followed by two lawyers, a secretary, and Liu Chengyin.

When Zhou Cheng saw his father, he immediately grasped at the straw.

"dad!"

Zhou Jianye glanced at him and frowned.

"Useless."

Zhou Cheng opened his mouth, but dared not refute.

Lin Qingzhu stepped forward.

"Mr. Zhou Jianye, did you bring the documents?"

Zhou Jianye gestured to his secretary to open the file box.

"All of Zhou's paperwork for the renovation of the old staff building is here. Contracts, acceptance documents, wage settlements, and departure registrations are all complete."

The lawyer also spoke up: "Director Lin, we are willing to cooperate with the investigation, but please be careful with your wording. There is currently no official evidence to support the claim that thirteen workers died."

Xu Du stood at the back of the crowd, carrying a cloth bag he had brought from home the night before.

The white paper lantern, wrapped in black cloth, hung quietly beside his hand.

Upon hearing the lawyer's words, he looked up at the old staff building.

The wall at the bottom of the stairs is still there.

The three white marks on the wall were very faint.

It's like everything from last night was just an illusion.

But Xu Du knew that it wasn't true.

The person behind the wall is still waiting.

Lin Qingzhu glanced through the documents, her brows furrowing slightly.

The information is so comprehensive.

Qi's condition is abnormal.

Chen Dayou's name did indeed appear on the payroll.

But the signature at the end says "settled".

There are also fingerprints on the leave registration form.

Zhou's lawyer immediately replied, "Legally speaking, Zhou has no outstanding debts."

Xu Du suddenly asked, "Who pressed the handprint?"

The lawyer looked at him.

"Who are you?"

Lin Qingzhu said, "Xu Du is the person involved in last night's incident."

The lawyer said calmly, "Young man, the fingerprint on the documents is naturally yours."

Xu Du stepped forward and looked at the leave registration form.

The handprint is very clear.

But it's all too clear.

Why would someone who went missing after demanding unpaid wages on a rainy night leave behind such complete handprints of someone who had left their post?

Xu Du did not ask any further questions.

Because Liu Chengyin had already reached the wall.

He looked at the three white marks on the wall, his eyes flickering slightly.

"The Deceptive Pact".

Lin Qingzhu looked at him.

"Does Mr. Liu know him?"

Liu Chengyin smiled.

"Just an old trick."

He spoke of it casually.

Ke Xudu noticed that the old scar on the web of his right hand twitched slightly.

That scar looks like a crack in a door.

Liu Chengyin took out three black door nails from the black cloth bag.

The surrounding teachers' expressions changed slightly.

Lin Qingzhu frowned: "What are you going to do?"

"close the door."

"We can't shut it down now."

Liu Chengyin looked at her.

"Director Lin, if there are truly thirteen souls behind the wall, opening the door would be an accident. Closing the door is the safest course of action."

Xu Du spoke up: "The people behind the door have waited for twenty years, not to be nailed back in."

This was the first time Liu Chengyin had looked at him properly.

"You're the student who lights the lamps?"

Xu Du nodded.

Liu Chengyin looked at the black cloth bag beside him.

"The blank paper soul-guiding lamp is in your hands?"

"exist."

"Was it you who made that agreement last night?"

"Yes."

Liu Chengyin smiled.

"Young man, you think you can stand up for the dead just because you know a few old tricks?"

Xu Du looked at him.

"And what about you?"

"Just because you can close the door doesn't mean you can cover up for the living?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jianye's face darkened sharply.

Liu Chengyin's smile faded.

"She's quite stubborn."

He raised his hand, and the first black nail was driven directly into the white mark on the wall.

boom.

The wall shook.

All the windows in the old staff building made a soft creaking sound at the same time.

The second one.

boom.

The faint knocking coming from below the stairs seemed to be muffled.

The third one.

boom!

The three white marks on the wall turned completely black.

The building fell silent instantly.

Zhou Jianye breathed a long sigh of relief.

The lawyer also sneered and looked at Lin Qingzhu.

"It seems that the so-called 'trickster gate' is not insurmountable."

Zhou Cheng's eyes regained their light.

He looked at Xu Du, and although he dared not be as presumptuous as he was yesterday, the corner of his mouth still twitched slightly.

"Xu Du, didn't you say they were waiting to settle their accounts?"

"Why aren't you knocking anymore?"

Xu Du did not answer.

He simply stared at the three black nails that Liu Chengyin had driven into the door.

The white paper lantern, held in the black cloth, suddenly swayed slightly.

Xu Du reached out and lifted the black cloth.

The stark white light shone on the wall.

The next moment, everyone witnessed a bizarre scene.

Those three black nails did not nail the wall in place.

Instead, it nailed thirteen thin black lines.

The black lines extended from inside the wall, passed over the crowd, and finally all wrapped around the shadow at Zhou Jianye's feet.

Zhou Jianye's shadow is gradually turning into a door.

Lin Qingzhu's expression changed drastically.

"Liu Chengyin, what have you done?"

Liu Chengyin's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"The sealing technique requires finding someone to take on the debt and suppress the door. Since Mr. Zhou is the person in charge of the Zhou family, it is reasonable for him to suppress the door."

Zhou Jianye suddenly turned around.

"What did you say?"

Liu Chengyin looked at him, his tone still calm.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, as long as the door remains closed, you'll be fine."

Xu Du said coldly, "As long as the door remains closed, he will have to guard the door for the thirteen people behind it for the rest of his life."

Zhou Jianye's expression changed completely.

"Master Liu!"

Liu Chengyin frowned: "Shut up! Open the door now, and your Zhou family will be finished just the same!"

Just then, a knock came from the shadow beneath Zhou Jianye's feet.

thump.

Everyone retreated at the same time.

Zhou Jianye stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.

His shadow no longer resembled a person.

It was a black door.

Behind the door, it seemed that many people were pressed against the door panel, breathing softly.

Xu Du took out half of an old doorplate from the cloth bag.

Number 17.

When Liu Chengyin saw the half of the doorplate, his expression finally changed.

"Who gave it to you?"

Xu Du did not answer.

He walked to the wall and placed half of the doorplate between three black door nails.

The white paper-drawn soul-guiding lamp suddenly shone brightly.

The wall and Zhou Jianye's shadow both trembled simultaneously.

The three black nails made a screeching sound.

It felt like there was something inside, and I was scraping it out inch by inch with my fingernail.

Xu Du bit his fingertip and wrote two words on half of the doorplate.

Open the account.

Liu Chengyin shouted sternly, "You dare!"

Xu Du looked up at him.

"What are you afraid of?"

The words fell.

The midday bell rang out from the direction of the college's clock tower.

when--

The first bell rang.

Thirteen voices rang out simultaneously from behind the wall.

"Where's the account?" As the midday bell rang, the air in front of the old staff building seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

The thirteen voices behind the wall overlapped, hoarse, damp, and suppressed, as if emerging from the bottom of deep water.

"Where's the bill?"

The shadow beneath Zhou Jianye's feet had completely transformed into a black door.

The door panel stood on the ground, but it wasn't solid; it only cast a cold, dark shadow in the sunlight. That shadow clung to the soles of his shoes, creeping upwards little by little, as if trying to drag him inside.

Zhou Jianye's composure finally crumbled.

He took a step back abruptly, but the shadow door moved with him.

Wherever he retreated, the door followed.

"Master Liu!"

Zhou Jianye's voice had changed.

Liu Chengyin's face was gloomy, and with a flick of his right hand, he pulled out six more black door nails.

"Don't panic."

He stared at the half of the number 17 plaque on the wall, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

"The door isn't open yet; that kid just pried it open a crack using the doorplate. Just put it back in place."

Xu Du held a white paper soul-guiding lamp in one hand and pressed half of a door number seventeen with the other.

The lights were pale, but not glaring.

When the light shone on the three black door studs, the red lines on their surfaces gradually turned black, as if they were charred.

Upon seeing this, Liu Chengyin snorted coldly.

"An old lamp illuminates the road and can open doors, but it cannot illuminate fate."

He raised his hand, and the first black door nail was driven into Xu Du's feet.

Lin Qingzhu's eyes turned cold, and the peach wood short sword at her waist was instantly drawn.

A pale golden lightning pattern appeared on the sword.

"Liu Chengyin!"

Liu Chengyin seemed to have anticipated her move; with a flick of his left sleeve, a black paper door charm flew out.

The door talisman unfolded in mid-air and transformed into a thin paper door.

Lin Qingzhu slashed with her sword, and lightning patterns exploded.

The paper door was split in two, but Liu Chengyin's door nails had already fallen to the ground.

boom.

The door nails were driven into the cement floor.

The shadow beneath Xu Du's feet suddenly sank.

A chilling force surged upwards from his feet, as if trying to pin him to the spot.

He paused in his steps.

The white paper lantern shook violently, and a line of very faint words appeared on the paper.

[Press down the door nails.]

[Using the shadows of living people as doorsteps, to crush the path of the dead.]

[Breaking the spell: Remove the nail, sever the shadow, straighten the tent.]

Xu Du's eyes flickered slightly.

Press down the door nails.

No wonder Liu Chengyin dared to say he could close the door.

He didn't intend to destroy the thirteen ghosts behind the door, but rather to move the door to a different location to suppress it.

Last night, the door was pressed against the wall of the old staff building.

Today, he wanted to press the door into Zhou Jianye's shadow.

If successful, Zhou Jianye might not die immediately, but he would spend the rest of his life as a "footman".

The thirteen people behind the door couldn't get out, and he couldn't escape either.

The most insidious thing is that Zhou Jianye may not know what this means.

He would only assume that Liu Chengyin had solved his problem.

Xu Du looked up at Liu Chengyin.

"Your lineage makes a living by using living people to suppress evil spirits?"

Liu Chengyin's face darkened.

"What do you know?"

He lifted the second black nail.

"Once the thirteen people behind the door come out, the entire old staff building will become a ghostly realm. At that time, not only the Zhou family will die, but also the students of your college."

"Sealing off the door is the safest solution."

"safe?"

Xu Du sneered.

"Suppressing the dead's deeds while nailing the living's shadows on top—is that what you call being safe?"

Liu Chengyin's eyes were cold and sinister.

The dead are dead. The living must live.

Upon hearing this, many of the teachers around changed their expressions.

That's an unpleasant thing to say.

But it is indeed a choice that some people would make.

Lin Qingzhu said coldly, "The Spirit Management Bureau did not approve your use of magic."

Liu Chengyin glanced at her.

"By the time you went through the procedures, the door would have already opened."

"So you're making the decision for Zhou Jianye?"

"I'm saving people."

Xu Du suddenly asked, "Did your master say the same thing twenty years ago?"

Liu Chengyin paused for a moment.

In that instant, Xu Du suddenly raised the white paper soul-guiding lamp.

The light shone on Liu Chengyin's feet.

Everyone could see that there was also a thin black line at Liu Chengyin's feet.

The black line was lighter than the one under Zhou Jianye's feet, but it was still real.

It extended out from the wall and wrapped around Liu Chengyin's right ankle.

Xu Du spoke up: "Your master sealed off the sect back then, and your lineage is also affected by that debt."

Liu Chengyin's expression finally changed.

"Shut up!"