This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Zhang Chen pushed open the door.

Everything in the guest room seemed normal.

Light-colored wallpaper, huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a simply tidied double bed, and a plush teddy bear casually tossed next to the pillow.

But that chilling aura, like an invisible tide, surged from the depths of the room, instantly engulfing the three people at the door.

The eerie laughter in the air became even clearer.

"Hehehe..."

"hide and seek……"

The sound didn't come from any corner, but rather from all directions, seeping into people's ears from the walls, the ceiling, and even the floor beneath their feet.

"Brother Chen..." Wang Xiaoer's voice was also a little dry.

In his "spiritual vision," this cozy bedroom had transformed into a completely different scene.

Countless faintly glowing footprints, belonging to children, filled the entire room like fireflies.

They bounced on the bed, climbed the walls, and chased and played upside down on the ceiling.

The entire room is their playground.

Zhang Chen's expression was more solemn than ever before.

He ignored Wang Xiaoer and walked straight in. The brass compass in his hand was no longer spinning, but was trembling violently.

The magnetic needle in the center of the compass, like a plucked string, emitted a mournful "buzzing" sound, and the pointer twitched wildly, as if it would break free of the axis and jump out of the shell at any second.

With each step he took, the compass reacted more intensely.

Zhang Chen carried the compass and slowly walked around the room.

He walked past the wardrobe, past the dressing table, and finally, his steps stopped beside the soft and comfortable-looking double bed.

"Buzz—!"

The mournful wail of the compass reached its peak at this moment.

The black iron magnetic needle stopped twitching and instead pointed firmly to the bottom of the bed!

The end of the pointer was even slightly bent due to excessive force.

"This is it," Zhang Chen said in a deep voice.

At the same time, Wang Xiaoer also came over. He looked at the bed, his face equally grim.

"Brother Chen, all the footprints..."

He swallowed hard.

"All the footprints converged here, and then... disappeared under the bed."

Wang Xiaoer's "spiritual vision" allows him to see more clearly.

The dense, glowing footprints, like countless streams, flowed from all directions of the room, eventually merging into the deep darkness beneath the bed.

There, it was as if an invisible black hole had swallowed up all traces.

The two looked at each other and both saw the answer in each other's eyes.

The source is right under the bed.

"Miss Lin, please stand at the door and stay away from it," Zhang Chen instructed, turning around.

His tone left no room for argument.

Lin Qingya was completely flustered at this moment. Upon hearing the order, she hurriedly retreated to the living room, only daring to peek half her head out from the door frame, watching nervously.

Zhang Chen took a deep breath and winked at Wang Xiaoer.

"Give me a hand."

"it is good."

Wang Xiaoer nodded and walked to the other side of the bed.

The two grabbed a corner of the mattress, looked at each other, and then suddenly exerted force together!

"rise!"

They lifted the heavy mattress together and slammed it onto the floor next to them, raising a cloud of dust.

Next, there are the wooden bed boards laid on the bed frame.

The bed boards were heavy, and the two of them let out another low shout, using all their strength to pull out the bed boards one by one and throw them aside.

Everything under the bed was finally exposed to them.

Unexpected.

The space under the bed was empty, covered with a thick layer of dust.

There were no horrifying corpses as I had imagined, no eerie magic arrays, and no monsters lurking around.

It was just an ordinary space under the bed that hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

"Nothing here?" Wang Xiaoer was stunned.

Zhang Chen frowned as well; this shouldn't be happening.

The compass's reaction won't lie, and Wang Xiaoer's "spiritual vision" won't be wrong either.

He crouched down and, by the light, carefully peered into the depths under the bed.

Right at the very back, in that corner right next to the wall, the outline of something was faintly visible in the dim light.

It was a square object, covered in dust, almost blending into the ground.

There's something there.

As Zhang Chen spoke, he almost lay down on the ground, stretching out his arm to reach towards that corner.

His fingertips touched a cold, hard object.

He forcefully dragged the thing out of the corner.

"Squeak—"

The object rubbed against the dusty ground, making a piercing sound.

It was a small metal box, about the size of a palm.

The style is old, the edges are rusted, and there is only a simple latch on it, which is covered with dust.

Zhang Chen took the iron box in his hand and carefully blew away the dust on it.

He didn't open it immediately.

He could sense that this small iron box contained an unimaginably vast amount of Yin energy.

All the chill and all the laughter seemed to originate from this.

He looked up at Wang Xiaoer, who nodded nervously.

Without further hesitation, Zhang Chen used his thumb to pry open the simple lock with a "click".

He slowly lifted the lid of the box.

"Hehehehehehehe—!"

The moment the box was opened, the faint, eerie laughter suddenly intensified several times over!

The sharp, overlapping children's voices, like countless steel needles, pierced the eardrums of the three people.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, as if spring had instantly turned into winter.

Lin Qingya let out a short scream at the door, startled, and took several steps back.

Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer also felt a chill run down their spines, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over their heads.

They hurriedly looked into the box.

The box was full of colorful glass marbles.

Red, yellow, blue, and green refracted a strange yet beautiful luster in the dim light.

They lay quietly in the box, looking just like a child's most ordinary toys.

But the sudden surge of chilling energy and piercing laughter in the room clearly told them that this thing was definitely not as simple as a toy.

Lin Qingya, standing at the door, looked at the tin box and the colorful marbles inside, as if she had suddenly remembered something.

Her lips trembled as she spoke, her face deathly pale.

"I...I remember now..."

"I overheard the real estate agent mention that the previous tenant of this house... seemed to be... seemed to be a teacher at a private kindergarten..."

A kindergarten teacher?

Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer's hearts sank at the same time.

The association of this profession with this box full of marbles evokes an extremely ominous feeling.

Just then, Wang Xiaoer's pupils suddenly contracted.

He seemed to have discovered something extremely terrifying, and grabbed Zhang Chen's sleeve.

"Brother Chen..."

Wang Xiaoer's voice trembled as he raised his other hand and pointed shakily at the marbles in the tin box.

"You...look..."

"There seems to be... something inside these marbles..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen immediately refocused his attention on the box of glass marbles.

He moved closer, held his breath, and looked carefully.

Inside each of the crystal-clear, colorful glass marbles, at the center of the magnificent spiral pattern...

They all reflected the innocent faces of young children!

Those faces were only the size of a fingernail, with distorted features and expressions of pain.

Their mouths were open silently, as if they were emitting a piercing scream.

Their eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness.