Chapter 983 The Same Ghost

Compared to the thrilling first floor, the situation on the third floor can be described as a pool of stagnant water.

The third floor is where the red net is most densely woven. Looking from the ground floor, the original roof is almost invisible.

But the red light here is the bleakest. There is no glamor on the first floor or ghosts on the second floor. It even has a death-like dryness.

A minute and a half ago, Song Yitong and the other two people who received Ji Li's instructions also searched here for a minute and a half.

Although this time flies by in the blink of an eye, for the store clerks, it is actually enough time to do a lot of things.

The first second Song Yitong arrived on the third floor, she pulled out the nail on her left index finger and let her blood drip onto the ground beneath her feet.

A large amount of blood, like blood flowing in blood vessels, quickly and regularly filled the entire third floor area.

The blood crime object has both the properties of secret investigation and monitoring. It can report all information that has nothing to do with the supernatural to the user.

In just a few seconds, Song Yitong had searched every corner of the third floor.

But it was concluded that there was no trace of the Crying Ghost on the third floor.

Not only that, any traces of supernatural beings other than the red net did not land on the third floor at all!

Sin items never expire unless restricted by rules.

But the library can even accommodate a ghost, so how could there be a rule that invalidates sinful objects?

Then things start to get scary. If there is no mistake in the sinful object, why can't there be any trace of the supernatural?

The intermittent, pitiful sound of the woman crying lingered in the ears of every clerk, and it was useless to block their ears.

Song Yitong, Chen Xu, and Zhong Feiluan have divided the third floor into three areas, and each uses their own manpower to search.

But there was no harvest for a long time, and finally they were forced to have no choice but to focus on the red net above their heads.

The red web comes from the supernatural barrier of the red ghost. It is also the only supernatural object here. It is also within the scope of the third floor.

Song Yitong was standing on top of a bookshelf in "Z Area" at the moment, with her head almost zero distance from the red net.

She held a broken knife engraved with some mysterious runes in her palm, looked at the slowly moving red lines, and took a deep breath.

"Try it. We've searched the third floor. If it's not here, it's too late."

Zhong Feiluan saw that Song Yitong was hesitant, so he reminded him.

After hearing this, Chen Xu sighed helplessly.

Although he said this, everyone knew that even if the red network was cut off, there would be no news about the Crying Ghost.

All the places on the third floor have been checked, only the roof is left, but how could a ghost hide here, not to mention that this is the boundary of the red ghost.

Song Yitong also understood that this was just a dead horse trying his luck.

Because the "three minutes" before the Crying Ghost appears is close to counting down, and the next time it appears will be half an hour later.

By then, let alone not being able to catch up tonight, it might be difficult for them to survive the pursuit of the ghost in red.

Song Yitong shook his head, holding the broken knife behind his back, about to stab it into the red net.

boom!

Suddenly at this moment, the door to the third floor was pushed open from the outside, and a stumbling figure broke in.

He even hit the door with too much force and his body lost balance due to inertia and fell directly into the door.

The person who knocked on the door was a thin girl named Lu Jingting.

The second person who appeared outside the door was also a woman. She was wearing a shawl, her face was pale, and she shouted with strong nervousness:

"Stop looking, Dean Ji has attracted the ghost in red!"

When Moran said this, her body was shaking, because on the stairs to her left, a man with limited legs and feet was climbing up step by step, carrying a huge coffin.

The man's already pale skin now looked like it had been soaked in blood, glowing with a frightening red light.

The most terrifying thing is that with every step he takes upward, the feeling of oppression on his body becomes stronger and stronger, which can even make a living person lose the ability to escape.

Moran was trembling uncontrollably and couldn't even speak. He could only widen his eyes and look inside the third floor with pleading eyes.

Song Yitong, Zhong Feiluan and Chen Xu, these three people are sprinting towards the gate at full speed.

Mo Lan and Lu Jingting, who were closest to the door, were filled with shock and confusion.

The ghost in red is very powerful, or in other words, as long as it is a ghost, it is beyond the imagination of humans.

But it had appeared on the second floor for half a second before, and the sense of oppression it brought then was definitely not that strong.

Why is it that just a short time ago, its aura can make even a veteran clerk who has experienced many battles unable to escape?

Could it be because the object it possessed was changed to the long-haired man in front of her?

Moran's heart was filled with shock and fear. He could not figure out how he could be possessed with his intelligence and ability.

With the code unknown, she could only hope that Song Yitong, the strongest sinner in the area, could use the sinner to resist.

When Song Yitong and the others gathered at the door, they were shocked when they saw the scene on the stairs.

Song Yitong held the broken knife behind her back, looking prepared and carefully observing the situation.

Five steps below, the long-haired man's body was surrounded by dots of red light, which was actually brighter than the red net, making it difficult to see his figure clearly.

Even the ancient bronze coffin being dragged behind the other party looked increasingly gloomy and bloody under the red light.

As he got closer, that frightening feeling of pressure hit him.

Even the broken knife in Song Yitong's palm and the runes on the knife began to be forced to emit a mysterious yellow light, reaching the critical point of automatic activation of the sinful object.

"Impossible... Ji Li is the person who knows the ghost in red best, how could he be possessed?

What's more, it was transferred from Ping Wenbin to him.

Unless Ji Li agrees, this will never happen! "

When Song Yitong thought of this, she seemed to realize something, and took another careful look at the man who was still walking with difficulty.

This time, due to the shortened distance, she finally saw that there were countless white papers, large and small, attached to Ji Li's body.

The dot-like red light is projected from those white papers.

Previously, it was just because of the distance and the glare of the light that it was impossible to see it so clearly.

And the most important thing is that when she looked at the man, the man raised his head knowingly.

What Song Yitong saw was not the whites of Ping Wenbin's eyes, but the three-color eyes flowing with blood.

"Ji Li is not possessed, he sealed the red ghost inside his body!"

"Let's go!"

Song Yitong yelled at the few people who were still watching the show, and pushed Mo Lan and Chen Xu into the door one by one.

When all five people entered the third floor, the long-haired man finally joined them, dragging the ancient bronze coffin.

When he stepped into this place, the entire third floor changed color.

The volume of the crying that resounded in everyone's ears had almost doubled several times, and it was still rising in volume.

A strong wind blew across the third floor. Countless books flew in the air and were torn into pieces page by page.

White pieces of paper, accompanied by sharp and pitiful cries, attacked the clerks,

Even though everyone blocked their ears, they still couldn't help but howl.

But the strange thing is that when the cry gets louder and louder, the red net covering the roof of the shed becomes darker each time, and finally the red lines appear withered gray.

At the same time, the red light on the long-haired man was also fading rapidly, and his bent body returned to normal little by little until it was as tall and straight as before.

He wiped the blood on his face with his hand, raised his scarlet eyes, burst out with confidence, and said loudly:

"No need to look for that crying ghost.

The red coat and the crying voice are actually the same ghost.

To be precise, they are two identities of the same ghost. "