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The figure of [Writer] floating in mid-air paused slightly, and upon closer observation, one could notice a hint of stiffness.

Xiao Gui'an blinked a few tis before recognizing that the terrifying face before him belonged to Xu Zisheng, not so other ghost or monster.

It seed to be because of the candleholder's effect—the candle fla was sowhat eerie, causing the thin boy's face to appear caught between the living and the dead.

Only after his emotions settled again did Xiao Gui'an continue to approach.

No matter how many tis he witnessed such scenes, their sudden appearance still sent shivers down his spine.

In that brief period, Xu Zisheng had reviewed nurous docunts, gaining a thorough understanding of this orphanage's origins and developnt history.

The earlier archives were relatively authentic and detailed, covering many aspects comprehensively.

However, the later records beca increasingly formulaic, with much information simplified, their authenticity questionable.

When [Writer] had gone to examine the photos on the wall earlier, Xu Zisheng had also glanced up briefly.

But for so unknown reason, even after [Writer] raised his hand and used his power to wipe the dust off the photos, he still couldn't make out the specific contents clearly.

It seed he would have to ask the teacher about it later.

He decided to finish reading the materials on his side first.

Through his observations over these two days in the orphanage, Xu Zisheng had roughly deduced which period of the orphanage's developnt they were currently in.

The ghosts currently present in this orphanage instance were almost all characters who had lived here during the few years before the orphanage's closure.

Sothing must have happened during this period—the orphanage, which had been operating well and even receiving substantial funding, suddenly shut down.

Forr staff and teachers were dismissed, and the children in the orphanage were sent elsewhere.

These few sparse sentences described the final outco of this orphanage that had once sheltered many children and served as their safe harbor.

Misfortune always strikes at any mont, falling upon those whose fates were already troubled and who struggled rely to survive.

Sothing utterly terrible must have occurred during the orphanage's later stages, though exactly what remained unknown.

The evil in human nature is always impossible to fathom—what people might do for their own desires and interests is never surprising.

Between humans and ghosts, which is truly more terrifying at tis?

Having witnessed so much darkness across different worlds, Xu Zisheng found his heart still unable to remain completely unmoved when anticipating the tragedies that might have occurred here.

The thin boy's hand holding the docunts tightened slightly, then quickly relaxed.

Based on his judgnt, he quickly focused on finding relevant materials from this later period, then went through the cabinets one by one to locate information about the ghosts currently existing in the orphanage.

But just as he had anticipated, much of the information from this final period was blurry and unclear, seemingly obscured by sothing, unable to reveal the true details.

So were even blank sheets of paper, as if nothing had been written on them at all.

Xu Zisheng's expression remained unchanged as he brought the docunts closer and tilted the candleholder slightly.

As Xu Zisheng focused his will, the white candle's light flickered, emitting an eerie aura. The white candle and fla color continuously changed.

The white candle completely turned blood-red, its texture completely transforming to resemble flesh and blood.

A decaying, foul sll spread through the air, while the fla turned into a ghostly blue.

The room's temperature plumted instantly. The blood-red candle burned, several drops of foul-slling corpse oil dripping onto the docunts from the tilted angle.

The corpse oil spread out, quickly absorbing into the docunts.

It was as if surface illusions had been broken—the once genuine relevant information all erged, no longer blank or unreadable.

However, using this candleholder ca with negative effects: during use, the candle must not be allowed to extinguish on its own, and one's flesh and blood would gradually disappear bit by bit.

Misfortune always strikes at any mont, falling upon those whose fates were already rough and who struggled rely to survive.

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