Nishijou Kurenai needed to absorb negative energy to replenish her own good intentions that had been overly consud these past few days. It just so happened that these low-level vengeful spirits were roaming around.
Although Beichuan Si could no longer use them to enhance his vital energy or physical condition, Nishijou Kurenai was still able to absorb them.
For Nishijou Kurenai to continue growing, Beichuan Si spared no effort with his own strength.
"The fifth floor is cleaned up," Beichuan Si said, looking at the vengeful spirit at his feet radiating black and purplish malice. With a flash in his eyes, he tossed the steel pipe aside.
With the Shinra Bell present, Beichuan Si only needed to approach the spirits for it to ring a ding dong, alerting them. This ant Beichuan Si always had to charge in unexpectedly, greeting them with a swing of his steel pipe.
But the end result was remarkable; Nishijou Kurenai had recovered a lot of spirit.
It was ti to get to business.
Helping Nishijou Kurenai restore her good intentions was just a side task; the real job still needed to be done.
If Beichuan Si’s guess was not wrong, Feituo Zhenna, the vengeful spirit, was at least at the level of an advanced low-level vengeful spirit, if not an interdiate one.
Enhanced by the spiritual realm, it seed she possessed the ability to resurrect Feituo An.
However, no matter what, the task at hand would not change.
Find these vengeful spirits and cleanse them away—just like that, it was that simple.
Beichuan Si headed down from the fifth floor’s staircase.
The fourth floor was empty, the architectural space identical to the fifth floor’s. Moreover, unlike typical buildings, the disorienting effect of mirrors made one’s head spin at a glance.
There was nothing on this floor either.
Beichuan Si took a step to continue downward—
A blood-stained kitchen knife, with a whooshing sound aiming straight for Beichuan Si’s face, suddenly slashed at him!
Beichuan Si caught the assailant’s wrist with his hand.
The knife was still coated with black blood, human hair, and bits of flesh. Just one look at it made one feel a chill in their heart.
Feituo An.
Looking at the fear in her face that was almost human-like, Beichuan Si’s gaze stiffened for a mont, then—
He kicked her over.
With a backhand motion, he took the kitchen knife from Feituo An’s hand. The knife, tainted with death, split her head in two.
After everything was done, Beichuan Si wiped his hands and continued downward as if nothing had happened.
The third floor.
This ti, the kitchen knife flew at him from behind.
Beichuan Si tilted his head, dodging it, then turned his head to look at Feituo An’s vengeful spirit appearing once again.
She stood trembling in the middle of the hallway, looking as pitiful as an overgrown child of over a hundred pounds.
Beichuan Si silently picked up the knife from the ground and charged at her—
Ten seconds later.
Beichuan Si moved his gaze from the beheaded Feituo An on the ground and headed towards the second floor.
"It’s you again?" Beichuan Si frowned looking at Feituo An who stood in front of him, wailing shrilly.
Truth be told, even after dealing with Feituo An, Beichuan Si would not gain anything.
It seed that because she was a spirit from the spiritual realm, after her spiritual body dissipated, countless negative energies would disperse into the apartnt building. Not even Nishijou Kurenai could absorb the malice that had seeped into the dilapidated apartnt.
Feituo An seed to still retain so consciousness, at least she knew fear.
But this fear was not enough to break free from Feituo Zhenna’s clutches.
She charged at him once more with the knife in hand.
Upon seeing this, Beichuan Si flipped his wrist and Jian Ding entered his grasp.
The cold light cleaved Feituo An’s neck, and with a slash, she fell once more.
Beichuan Si sensed that Feituo An seed to be trying to prevent him from getting close to the Feituo Family on the far left side.
Was there sothing inside?
Beichuan Si did not stop his advance, almost instantaneously arriving at the Feituo house.
Inside the room was a mirror-image scene.
All the furniture had its place switched.
On the round table, sat a birthday cake with the flickering light of ten candles.
The birthday cake had already been cut; a slice sat on the small paper plate on the far left, while those in the middle and on the far right were empty.
In the bowl to the left, red tea had been steeped, but beside the middle and right plates there were no tea utensils—likewise empty.
The black television buzzed loudly with static, its screen scrambled, showing unintelligible content.
The TV cabinet connected to the china cabinet seed afar to have a bit of taste.
The ceiling fan overhead creaked, inducing a sense of irritation.
Beichuan Si stood in the living room scouring for a while, finding a note under the middle small paper plate.
On it was written in a child’s rounded script—
"We are all... the sa."
We are all the sa?
Beichuan Si turned the note over several tis, unable to deduce anything for the mont.
He walked further into the house.
On the left was Feituo Zhenna’s room, the deepest room, and outside was the room shared by Feituo Xingzi and Feituo An.
Both of these adjacent rooms were draped with a glistening mbrane resembling a mirror.
Gazing at this silver mirror surface, Beichuan Si took out the foldable military shovel from his backpack, unfolded it, and stretched toward the light mbrane on the opposite side.
The silver mirror surface rippled like a lake, completely swallowing the shovel.
Beichuan Si retracted the shovel and reached out to touch the wall beside the door.
The sa scene unfolded; his hand was absorbed.
Witnessing this, Beichuan Si no longer hesitated and boldly walked into the mirror surface.
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