Cui Wenyan pulled out her phone, following the red dot as it moved. At this moment, the screen showed one white and one red ghost indicator. The white ghost clearly had no resentment, with a danger value close to 0. However, from the phone’s display, it seemed like it was currently being pursued by the red dot.

She quickly followed the indicator up the stairs to the seventh floor, which was the experimental floor. All the way there, she heard the sound of glass shattering from afar.

This place was shrouded in a black mist, and the immense resentment attempted to control Cui Wenyan’s mind. Bloodlust, violence, murder—these thoughts suddenly surged into her mind. She shook her head, casting all these thoughts out of her mind.

Today, I must complete the task perfectly! This is my first time catching ghosts; I cannot let my master down. I must earn praise from my master!

This thought arose in Cui Wenyan’s mind and grew increasingly firm.

Those negative thoughts vanished in this moment, disappearing without a trace.

Nearby, glass shattered repeatedly. She saw a boy being choked by the black malevolent ghost, slammed against the glass, and dragged forward in agony while the black spirit roared, filling the whole floor with an eerie sound that sent chills down one’s spine.

The clothes the boy wore were very familiar to Cui Wenyan. They belonged to their school’s uniform.

Who is this boy? Is he human? No! He should also be a ghost, the same white ghost who saved me earlier.

Now, this boy was being tormented by the malevolent ghost.

Help him, she must help him immediately!

Cui Wenyan rushed forward, steadied her mind, and swung the whip, striking the black malevolent ghost that was choking the boy’s neck.

The malevolent ghost immediately released its grip to dodge the blow. In the gap it left, the boy quickly transformed into a white light and vanished.

The malevolent ghost’s action was stopped by Cui Wenyan, and it let out an angry roar, charging toward Cui Wenyan.

Turning around, Cui Wenyan ran, quickly increasing the distance between herself and the ghost. With a few strides, she leapt to the eighth floor, standing at the top of the staircase. Whenever something black crawled up, she would whip it down.

The smell of blood in the air grew heavier, and the surroundings were pitch black. She swung her whip into the air but to no effect. Turning around to proceed upstairs, she found all the staircases had vanished!

Cui Wenyan felt her way to the left per memory; the wall should only be three steps away, yet she found nothing there now.

A menacing laugh rang out, drawing closer with a foul stench, forcing Cui Wenyan to continually retreat, waving the Nine Bends Whip in her hand, her heart about to leap out of her throat.

In this dire situation, she unexpectedly calmed down.

She was certain she was still in the school building, definitely ensnared by the malevolent ghost’s tricks in front of her. She couldn’t panic; the more fearful, the easier to lose oneself.

She resolutely closed her eyes, holding her breath, and the Spiritual Eye presented a scene completely different from what she had seen before. It seemed to be a building from long ago, structured like the school building but with decorations and paintings entirely different from the school, somewhat similar to styles seen in dramas. Footsteps could be heard approaching from below, revealing a man dressed in a black long robe and Chinese jacket, reminiscent of attire from the distant Republic of China era.

This man in Republic of China attire, is he the black malevolent ghost?