Wan Jie Hospice Care Company

Reading this, Xiang Yu felt a chill run down his spine.

"Holy crap..."

Xiangyu immediately sprang to his feet.

Over the next ten minutes, he walked from one end of the living room to the other, his eyes scanning every crevice of the sofa and every plank of the TV cabinet.

Finally, I stopped in front of the painting on the wall, lifted it up, and looked at the white wall behind it.

"...There's nothing there."

Xiangyu wandered around and around, but Anling's home really did seem to be just an ordinary three-bedroom, one-living room apartment with an area of ​​eighty square meters, and the layout was the kind that was very common in residential buildings built before the millennium.

"I've hidden something in my house, no, no... no!"

But the sentence she had just seen kept popping into her mind. It was so strange that Xiang Yu had no intention of stopping.

Now that we've searched the surface, could it be hidden somewhere?

Thinking of this, Xiang Yu knocked on An Ling's bedroom door.

Anling came running over from the other side of the door, excitedly opening it. She thought that Brother Xiang had finally remembered her as his helper and had finally assigned her a task.

Then she watched helplessly as Xiang Yu shot into the room like a cannonball, plopped down on the floor with a "thud," and began to patrol under An Ling's bed like a lion surveying its territory.

An Ling saw Xiang Yu bury his head under the bed, and her mind went blank for a moment. What was he doing?

"Brother Xiang, don't touch there, it's dirty there," An Ling said hurriedly.

"No, I have to see what's inside today!" Xiang Yu stared into the deep darkness.

"How about I wipe myself down first before going in..."

"No need, it won't take long, three minutes will do."

Three minutes later, Xiang Yu stood up, looking disheveled, with a clump of dust clinging to his hair.

"There's nothing under the bed... According to the horror novels I've read before, it should be under the bed." Xiang Yu closed his eyes and pondered.

"Under the bed... what's under the bed?" An Ling heard Xiang Yu's words and felt as if something terrifying was brewing.

"That diary hints that there's something in your house." Xiang Yu flicked the diary in his hand and said seriously, "As for what it is, we don't know yet, but it's most likely a ghost."

"..."

"what!"

An Ling was stunned for a moment, as if trying to figure out what Xiang Yu was saying, and when she fully understood, she immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Home, home, home... is there... a ghost?"

An Ling was so frightened that her tongue was tied in knots. She stared wide-eyed at her surroundings, and in that instant, everything familiar in the room seemed to turn into a grotesque monster.

Desk, wardrobe, table... or chandelier?

Seeing An Ling so paranoid, Xiang Yu comforted her, "It's alright. This diary only says that there are things in your house, it doesn't say that the strange thing wants to kill you, so you don't need to be so nervous for now."

"But..." Anling tried to calm herself down, "Then... let's leave here and go somewhere else..."

"Do you have anywhere else to stay?" Xiang Yu asked.

"...Yes, we can ask our relatives in the countryside. If I beg them, they will take us in!" Anling said.

"no."

Xiang Yu shook his head: "Putting aside whether your relatives will take me in, given the current situation, the countryside might not be safer than here."

"Think about it, schools are supposed to be quite safe, right? There are a lot of students with strong yang energy, but they still get targeted by strange things." Xiang Yu carefully analyzed the pros and cons. "If we go to your relatives, then you and I definitely won't be able to stay together day and night. And if you leave me, your safety is hard to guarantee."

"Besides, we are ultimately facing an apocalyptic crisis. Simply fleeing to a remote corner is meaningless; we will still die on December 31st."

The sky outside the window had darkened at some point, and the clouds blocked the sunlight, casting a layer of grayish-blue light on half of his face.

"So the crisis we are fighting is actually... the full-scale resurgence of the bizarre on a global scale. We need to think in the worst-case scenario—the whole world is already full of the bizarre."

"In that case, let's stay here and wait for it to show itself. Then we can deal with it all at once, find its strange weaknesses, figure out its patterns, and use those patterns to find the path that can save the world from the apocalypse."

Xiang Yu shared his thoughts, and this conclusion was partly based on his intuition.

If the company's logic is correct, then the end of the world is inevitable, so we should send it off in a dignified way.

To do this, he must understand the causes and patterns of calamities in the world before the end of the world, and then turn these calamities into cards in his own hand.

But simply running away won't get him anywhere... Now he's going to confront this strange entity.

After listening to the explanation of the pros and cons, An Ling was stunned for a moment.

Then, she clenched her fist. She then said, "If Brother Xiang chooses to face the danger head-on... then I'll go with you."

She also knew that if she ran away at the sight of something strange, how could she possibly save the world?

Seeing that the other person was on his side, Xiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief. This child was quite easy to manage. As a little girl without any special abilities, she at least didn't hold him back.

But if that's the case, what exactly is so strange about it?

Just as Xiang Yu was pondering this, An Ling suggested, "Brother Xiang, I have some hidden compartments in my house... why don't you take a look there?"

"Oh? That's great! Let's take a look!"

Anling strode straight into her parents' bedroom, which was very tidy, clearly indicating that Anling cleaned it regularly.

Anling stood on the bed, tiptoed, and pushed the ceiling open—

A crack appeared, revealing a dark, hidden compartment.

The property certificate and bankbook are hidden there; it's the most private place in Anling's house.

However, Xiang Yu shook his head. He took a closer look and realized that the hidden compartment was too small, and most of the items inside were identification documents; none of them could hold anything strange.

Could there really be such a thing as a "real estate ghost"?

"What if... what if ghosts can turn invisible? If we can't see them, then we can't find them either, right?" Anling said worriedly.

Xiang Yu nodded. This was also something he was thinking about. If that strange, colorless, and formless thing was, then his search would ultimately be in vain.

But he has the ability to obtain the answer to this question.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Enter flow!

Ignoring the surrounding noise, he slowly spoke, questioning the being: "The strangeness in the room mentioned in the diary, can we not see it?"

"……no."

Ok? !

Xiang Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

否？

The voice denied its own question, which meant... that the eeriness could be seen?

His gaze suddenly swept across the four walls of the room.

At this moment, he could no longer laugh at An Ling, who had been so paranoid, because now, in his eyes, everything in the room looked like a ghost.

However, you can only ask one question a day. If you want to ask a second question, you either need to use external force to maintain your spirit or use points to upgrade your spirit.

He used caffeine to force himself to stay awake yesterday, and now he feels his heart is a little tight. What's the difference between this and eating a Chocliz on a treadmill?

If he overdraws his strength a few more times like this, he might not be able to hold on until the monster actually kills anyone.

"The strange things can be seen, but we can't find them."

Xiang Yu was completely baffled, and just as he was about to search the room again, there was a knock on the door.

"Bang, bang, bang."