The left wall had a window, from which one could see the sprawling crimson sky outside.
Underneath this sky was an empty expanse of dirt that seed to have no visible boundaries.
The right wall was plastered with reminder papers.
’Don’t... run and make noise... in the corridor.’
The black handwriting on the paper was either sared by rain or the writer simply had poor literacy skills; the characters were crooked and looked sowhat unsettling from a distance.
"Let’s keep moving."
Beichuan Si took only a glance before diverting his gaze, continuing towards the corridor ahead.
Sakura Miori nodded and, while shifting her gaze away in fear, asked, "Brother Temple, where exactly are we?"
Beichuan Si, keeping his eyes on the path ahead and without turning his head, replied, "Weren’t you researching information together with Sakurai Saki?"
"Uh... Sakurai said she wanted to maintain a sense of mystery, and aside from what needed to be done for the ritual, she didn’t tell us anything else."
Sakura Miori’s mouth twitched a bit.
"If I’m not mistaken, this place should be a spiritual realm," Beichuan Si said, holding his phone and suddenly looking back into the pitch-black corridor behind them.
There was nothing but emptiness behind them.
"Spiritual realm?"
Beichuan Si turned his gaze back and continued, "Spiritual realm is a term I ca across in so ancient texts."
According to so records from Shenzhu Village, Sanmu Doll Abandoned Factory can be called a spiritual realm, and this Yuchuan Elentary School can be called a spiritual realm as well.
"The so-called spiritual realm, according to the ancient texts, is probably an area that exists between life and death, the place closest to Yellow Springs."
"And this place, you can consider it the spiritual realm of Yuchuan Elentary School, and the ceremony you perford is the key to entering this realm... You saw the female corpse just now, didn’t you? That was soone who had perford the sa ritual as you but couldn’t leave after entering this place, only to be killed by the vengeful spirits within Yuchuan Elentary School."
Gulp—
Sakura Miori swallowed nervously.
Beichuan Si hadn’t ntioned it before, but once he did, she felt scared.
The female corpse they had seen had been chopped into two living halves, and it seed that the person did not die instantly but had crawled painfully forward for a distance before succumbing to death.
If she had to die in such a painful way, Sakura Miori thought she might as well...
Fortunately, Beichuan Si had arrived in ti and had even healed her leg; otherwise, her fate would not have been any better.
Sakura Miori forcefully suppressed the terror in her heart and couldn’t help but ask again, "What happens to those who die?"
"Such resentful deaths would definitely turn into vengeful spirits. The lingering resentnt feeds the spiritual realm over ti, continuously nourishing it, making it stronger and stronger," Beichuan Si said calmly.
After saying this, Beichuan Si felt as if he had unraveled a puzzle in his own heart.
There must be so people in this world with strange powers; otherwise, if these nurous spiritual realms existed, they would have already plunged the world into chaos.
Sakura Miori wanted to ask more, but before she could speak, she saw Beichuan Si suddenly twist his body, with a silver light twinkling in his palm—
Crack!
Entwined by a fearful resentnt, a paper cutter was deflected by Beichuan Si, who then turned his flickering gaze to the little girl who had appeared behind him with a naively cruel smile on her face.
The little girl had a mushroom haircut, was wearing a brown sweater on top, and a short skirt on the bottom.
Both her eye sockets were empty, and there was a circular hole gouged out by a knife at the knee of her right leg, appearing hollow.
This little girl’s body was tattered and broken, but her face, if one only looked at it, was quite cute.
The vengeful spirit of the little girl, seeing her sneak attack fail, showed a hideous expression on her pale face and leaped toward Beichuan Si’s head.
It seed she wanted to twist off Beichuan Si’s neck—
"Brother Temple!" Sakura Miori scread in horror.
Then... the little girl’s vengeful spirit was grabbed by the head by Beichuan Si, who naturally had the advantage of long arms—
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Beichuan Si, holding the girl’s head, lifted her tiny body and slamd it against the ground and walls in a brutal fashion.
The expressionless and undisturbed look on his face made Sakura Miori stop in her tracks, halting her scream of terror.
Sakura Miori watched in complex emotions as Beichuan Si treated her like a rag doll, a cruel action that left her speechless.
There wasn’t much to say; as soon as the little girl jumped, she was caught, then smashed, instantly finished.
After nine smashes, the vengeful spirit’s body was in pieces.
The scene was all too familiar to Sakura Miori.
Beichuan Si scanned his surroundings and, after staying alert for so ti, confird that the enemy had indeed left, thus dropping his guard.
The spirits of these children were very tenacious. Plus, Beichuan Si needed to conserve his death energy, so he didn’t use Jian Ding excessively.
He glanced at his death energy bar.
Tearing open space once required 40 points of death energy, twice was 80 points.
Plus, he didn’t bring the Shinra Bell and had to reserve so death energy to survey his surroundings.
"Let’s keep moving."
After uttering those words, Beichuan Si continued forward without turning back.
They could now see the end of the corridor ahead.
It was a wooden door that had been broken, seemingly destroyed by those who had once fought to survive here.
Looking at the scattered bloody footprints on the ground and the thick bloodstains on the door fra, Beichuan Si could imagine the dire situation the others had faced.
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