infinite danger

For a long time, there was silence on the seventh floor.

It stands to reason that the elective courses in school have already been dismissed.

But there was still no sound nearby.

Ji Siwei suddenly remembered that he had never heard the bell for class starting and leaving except for one in the hallucination on the sixth floor.

The faint green phosphorescence from the classroom is reflected in the corridor, making the dark corridor even more eerie.

It seems to have been isolated from the world and entered another world.

When looking up from the first floor, Ji Siwei noticed that the seventh floor was glowing with dark green phosphorescence.

The little girl is gone, but the phosphorescence is still there.

The cause of the visible phosphorescence has nothing to do with the little girl.

Ji Siwei watched the opposite building by the window for a long time, and the person who hid in the classroom never appeared again.

The comer is not good, so we must be more careful in the future.

Looking away, Ji Siwei asked the puppet bear: "You said that today is the day when madmen hold seminars on the eighth floor, right?"

The puppet bear was arranging the ravaged bouquet of petals with a distressed face. Hearing this, his body froze, his movements became slow, and his voice was a bit stuttering: "Yes... yes."

Feeling that the puppet bear's tone was a bit strange, Ji Siwei simply turned the wheelchair around, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Do you know how to get up to the eighth floor?"

"As I said, I haven't participated in a seminar." The puppet bear lowered his head slightly: "In the past few years, you are probably the first person who can come here every month today."

"So that's it." Ji Siwei nodded, and stopped asking: "Let's go inside and take a look, maybe we can find clues."

The puppet bear nodded hesitantly, followed behind Ji Siwei, and walked towards the corridor.

Seeing the slow and heavy footsteps of the puppet bear, who didn't seem to want to continue walking inside, Ji Siwei couldn't help asking, "What do I think, what are you afraid of?"

The puppet bear stopped, and its short hands made exaggerated gestures in the air, but its voice was very low, as if it was afraid of disturbing something: "Do you know how many teachers' skeleton specimens are on the seventh floor, and their souls? They're all sleeping here!"

"The fear of being dominated by the teacher is carved into the soul!"

The female ghost in white nodded in agreement.

I thought there were other dangers on the seventh floor, but I didn't expect that the reason why the puppet bear was afraid was so absurd.

Ji Siwei didn't quite understand this kind of fear, but thought the puppet bear's reaction was a bit amusing: "Calm down, they won't give you homework."

"That's true." The puppet bear felt that Ji Siwei's words made sense, and couldn't help but lighten his steps.

The windows of the room on the seventh floor are relatively large and transparent, and the inside emits an ethereal green phosphorescent light. Through this light, one can vaguely see the scene inside the glass.

The room is very large, there are no tables and chairs, only glass cabinets of different heights.

Those faint lights emanate from the glass cabinet.

Ji Si approached the glass, looked inside, and saw a pair of skeletons displayed in the glass cabinet. They were complete in different degrees and in different postures, like silent ghosts, looking out of the window.

Looking at these specimens during the day shouldn't make any sense, but at night, being stared at by so many skeletons, Ji Siwei felt a little creepy.

Sure enough, this kind of weird thing, no matter how much experience you have, you can't be completely immune.

Going forward, there are two mahogany gates on the right.

Beside the door was nailed an old black plaque, with the words "Herbarium" carved in gold.

Ji Siwei pressed the light switch, and the lights above his head flickered slowly, but did not fully light up.

Seeing that these lights didn't want to be open, he had to turn off the lights.

Thinking of the malfunctioning glare flashlight in his bag, Ji Swei wanted to try again, so he reached into his backpack and took it out.

"What is this?" The eight-tailed cat came over curiously, and patted the switch of the flashlight with one paw.

Ji Siwei couldn't hold it steady, the flashlight fell to the floor, rolled twice, and a faint white light shot out from the light-emitting port.

"It's a flashlight. It's for lighting." Ji Siwei explained gently, bending down to pick up the flashlight.

One hand quickly picked up the flashlight and handed it to him.

"Be careful." A low-pitched male voice said.

"Thank you." Ji Siwei took the flashlight and thanked instinctively.

"Huya, who are you saying thank you to?" The puppet bear behind him asked strangely.

Thinking of something suddenly, Ji Siwei's heart felt empty for a moment, his palms felt a little cold, he raised his head, and there was nothing in front of him.

However, the closed mahogany gate was half-opened at some point, swinging in the wind, making a "squeak, squeak" sound.

A cool breath seeped from the dark showroom.

Turning off the flashlight, Ji Siwei asked the cat in his arms: "Bao, did you see anything just now?"

The eight-tailed cat shook his head: "I didn't see it, but I smelled it."

Who just picked up the flashlight?Could it be a ghost in the showroom?

Just when Ji Siwei was not sure whether to enter the showroom, the two mahogany doors closed again.

Suddenly, a black post appeared in the air.

The four corners of the post are painted with silver auspicious cloud patterns, sealed with silver satin, and surrounded by black mist, which looks menacing.

Taking a closer look, I saw a few large characters written in cinnabar on the black cover.

The writing was strong and powerful, but the strokes were too sloppy. Ji Siwei took a long time to distinguish before he recognized the words "invitation to the seminar".

Even though the people have already arrived, it is old-fashioned to send invitations first.

Or, did the "person" of the seminar hope to use this invitation to tell Ji Siwei that he got the ticket for the seminar?

Just in case, Ji Siwei gathered a cloud of red blood mist in his palm before going to fetch the invitation.

After Ji Siwei pinched the corner of the invitation card, the black mist in the air dissipated immediately.

Open the post, and there is a piece of fine jade board rice paper pinned inside.

This time, the handwriting was neater, and on the top was written four lines of unclear words: "Please hold this post, and I will invite you to ride on the stage, and I will pray for you from the morning."

As soon as Ji Siwei finished reading it, the invitation in his hand turned into a plume of black smoke, drifting towards the corridor behind him.

I thought the black smoke would disappear soon, but I didn't expect it to float for a while and then stop again.

The smoke suddenly condensed into the shape of a small child's hand, pointing in the direction of the elevator.

Ji Siwei raised his eyebrows: "Is it trying to guide me?"

"I'm afraid so." The puppet bear touched his chin—if he had one.

"This invitation is quite humane." Ji Siwei rolled his eyes and smiled, moving his wheelchair to follow behind the wisp of smoke.

"It's also very ghostly." The puppet bear nodded in agreement.

The smoke stopped in front of the elevator, and after pointing to the elevator buttons, it turned back into a light post again.

Seeing the buttons in front of him clearly, Ji Siwei showed a little surprise in his eyes.

Generally speaking, the elevator on the top floor only has a down button, not an up button.

Ji Siwei looked at it when he got out of the elevator. This elevator indeed only has one down button.

But now, there is an up button on the wall out of thin air.

"The passage appears!" The puppet bear said excitedly: "Huya, as long as you take this elevator, you can go up to the eighth floor!"

"En." Ji Siwei responded, took the invitation card in his hand, and pressed the up button.

The elevator seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and immediately opened to both sides.

A big pale face appeared in front of my eyes without warning!

It was a woman's face made of paper, with olive-shaped eyes and a big mouth that was more artistic than the clown on the second floor. There were two blush on the cheeks, and the ink was all over her face. Yes, it can be seen how casual the person who painted her is.

The woman is shorter than a real person, and her whole body is made of paper, like a paper man who sent funeral pyre to the dead in the old days.

He has been frightened too much recently, and before Ji Siwei's heart speeds up, he has already adapted to the appearance of a paper-stitched woman.

At least she looks much better than Bulimia.

"Please come in." The paper-tied woman uttered a gentle voice that didn't match her appearance, stretched out her hand, and made a very awkward welcoming gesture.

It turned out to be to lead the way.

"Thank you." Ji Siwei nodded politely and entered the elevator.

Mr. Muppet Bear, a tenth-level social expert in the ghost world, started talking to the paper-made woman as soon as he entered the elevator: "Miss, are you usually on the eighth floor? I don't think I've seen you before."

The paper-tied woman replied softly: "Occasionally I go out to do errands."

The puppet bear squeezed out a warm smile: "What should we pay attention to when participating in the seminar? It's our first time participating. Sister Fairy, can you remind us?"

The paper-tied woman said: "You are all distinguished guests, please feel free to do so."

The elevator goes to the eighth floor.

"Please." The paper-tied woman walked out of the elevator first and stood aside waiting.

After getting out of the elevator, Ji Siwei looked at the scene in front of him, and felt that his eyes had been opened for the first time tonight.

In front of it is a garden full of flowers and mist, and a winding road in the middle leads to a delicate and elegant Xie Hill House.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, cornices and blue tiles, gurgling water, warm wind, this place is not like a ghost cave, but like a fairyland.

It seems that the Muppet Bear's information is wrong again.

"The eighth floor of Fanghua Building" refers not to a floor at all, but to a certain area built on the roof.

No, the area here is probably wider than the roof of Fanghua Building.

Ghost clowns, water ghosts, ghost boys, gluttons, nightmare ghosts, and little girls can be imprisoned here to run errands, and such a large ghost domain can be established.

It was the first time Ji Siwei saw such a big ghost.

Who is in control of the Fanghua Building?

Standing in front of this ghost realm, Ji Siwei suddenly felt that in the process of searching for the drawer, he was approaching the truth of the world bit by bit.

Two fast-moving black shadows appeared on the road, and after a while, two paper figurines wearing pointed hats appeared in front of Ji Siwei.

Each of them is carrying a white lantern, and the other is holding a black cloth with a cat face mask on top of the black cloth.

The ringing bell came from nowhere, and the paper-tied woman nodded slightly to Ji Siwei: "There are other distinguished guests here, excuse me."

After speaking, he escaped into the void with the elevator when he came.

The two paper figurines bent down, and the paper figurine holding the black cloth stretched out its hands, and said respectfully, "Please wear it, honored guest."

Ji Siwei subconsciously looked at the puppet.

The little puppet understood, moved to the front of the black cloth and sniffed it, and compared "OK" with Ji Siwei.

Ji Siwei picked up a mask and put it on.

The cat face mask was white, and the inside of the ears were bright red. After he put it on, only a pair of transparent scarlet eyes were revealed, not like a living person, but like a cat demon.

"Guests, please follow me." The two paper figurines turned around slowly, leading the way ahead.