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Ding Xingyou's hand tightened as he felt the talisman in his palm. Suppressing his nervousness, he said in a deep voice, "He'll be alright."

Xiao Li and Da Liu looked at each other, but neither of them dared to get out of the car and could only stay quietly inside.

On Lu Fan's side, the fog was getting thicker and thicker, with visibility less than a meter, and there seemed to be rustling sounds all around.

A feeling of pressure came from all around, like being in water.

The thick, sticky fog made it difficult for Lu Fan to walk.

Lu Fan held a flashlight in his left hand and a vermilion pen in his right, waving the pen ahead to clear a path as he walked step by step toward the prop room.

Suddenly, Lu Fan felt his feet sink into the ground.

He quickly pulled his foot back, and with a flick of his vermilion pen, a large character "镇" (zhen, meaning town) flew out.

Suddenly, everything became much clearer.

Only then did he realize that he was standing on the edge of a gap in the second-floor corridor, and that if he took one step out, he would fall.

It was pitch black downstairs, and Lu Fan couldn't see what was below, but he guessed that if he fell, he would be crippled if not killed.

Lu Fan composed himself and heard a rustling sound coming from the left wall, like a sack being dragged on the floor.

"Squeak!" The sound of the old wooden door opening.

In front of Lu Fan, he could vaguely see a figure with its back to him, and he couldn't make out who it was.

"Who?" Lu Fan shouted in a low voice.

The figure slowly turned around; it was Old Chen's face, but his eyes were empty, and his mouth was stretched open in a smile.

"Teacher Lu..." Old Chen's voice sounded as if it came from underwater, "Why are you only arriving now..."

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, pointing the vermilion pen in his hand at it: "Where's Old Chen?"

The figure laughed even harder, his mouth stretching almost to his ears, and suddenly pounced on Lu Fan.

Lu Fan didn't dodge; he quickly wielded the vermilion pen in his hand, and a talisman rose into the air, striking the figure.

"Disperse."

The figure let out a piercing scream and instantly vanished.

"Is anyone there?" A faint cry for help rang in Lu Fan's ears from not far away.

Lu Fan continued wielding his vermilion pen, heading towards the direction of the cries for help.

The fog thickened, and Lu Fan felt as if he were walking in a paste.

There were also some other random noises getting into my ears, such as a child sobbing, the sound of shards of glass breaking, and the sound of table legs scraping against the floor.

A variety of sounds mingled in Lu Fan's ears, with strange tunes that made his scalp tingle.

"This sound can disturb one's mind." Lu Fan stopped in his tracks.

He took a small piece of incense from his bag, rubbed it between his fingers, and the tip of the incense lit up with a dark red dot. There was no flame, but the smoke rose straight up, tearing a thin line through the thick fog and pointing to the right front.

Lu Fan held up the incense and continued forward, following the direction of the blue smoke.

After walking about twenty steps, the outline of a door came into view, and from inside, the sound of fingernails scraping against a wooden board could be heard.

"This is the prop room!" Lu Fan was overjoyed.

The light flickered on and off under the door of the prop room, accompanied by the unpleasant sound of scraping wood, creating a rather eerie atmosphere.

Lu Fan gently raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Old Chen?"

The sound of fingernails scraping against the wooden board abruptly stopped in my dream.

"Teacher Lu... Teacher Lu?" Old Chen's voice was terribly hoarse, trembling with tears, "Is it really you?"

"It's me, lean back."

Lu Fan picked up his vermilion pen and quickly drew a talisman on the gate.

Then, he used the incense in his hand to smoke the doorknob.

"Teacher Lu, are you still there?" came Old Chen's trembling voice from inside.

"It's still here," Lu Fan replied, gripping the doorknob and turning it forcefully.

Click.

The door opened.

The lights were on inside, and everything seemed normal. Old Chen was curled up in the corner, his hands covering his head, his whole body trembling violently.

Lu Fan quickly walked over and squatted down next to Old Chen: "Old Chen, it's alright now."

Old Chen raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, his face pale, and his voice stammering: "Teacher Lu, the wall... the wall is moving... the door is gone... the me in the mirror... he's smiling at me..."

"It's all fake." Lu Fan reached out and gently touched Old Chen's brow with his fingertip, which eased Old Chen's violent trembling somewhat.

Lu Fan helped him up, his gaze sweeping across the room before settling on the antique bronze mirror on the wall.

His face appeared in the bronze mirror; the person inside grinned and smiled at Lu Fan.

"It's so ugly!"

Lu Fan walked over with disdain, grabbed the bronze mirror, and found a talisman behind it.

He ripped the talisman off.

The next moment, the face in the bronze mirror became distorted and quickly disappeared.

Lu Fan took the talisman and bronze mirror with him and helped Old Chen up: "Let's go."

This time, the outside was a corridor. The fog was still there, but it was thinner, and I could see the concrete floor under my feet and the old paint on the doors on both sides.

"Follow me, don't look back, don't look to either side." Lu Fan's voice was very low as he led Old Chen quickly toward the stairwell.

The corridor seemed to have grown longer; it was less than thirty meters long, yet it never seemed to end.

Behind the two tightly closed doors, there was a constant rustling sound, just like before: hushed voices, the scraping sound of fingernails on a blackboard, and the rhythmic footsteps...

Old Chen closed his eyes tightly, his teeth chattering, relying entirely on Lu Fan to half-drag and half-support him.

"Take the incense." Lu Fan handed the incense to Old Chen.

Although Old Chen was scared, he still held the incense tightly in his hand.

Holding the incense stick, Old Chen felt that the sounds around him were much more cheerful.

We finally reached the stairwell.

However, for Old Chen, going downstairs is not like being on flat ground.

Old Chen felt that the stairs were uneven and he often missed a step. He was practically leaning on Lu Fan.

Halfway down, Old Chen suddenly let out a short "Ah".

"What's wrong?"

"Feet, the ground beneath my feet..." Old Chen's voice trembled violently, "The steps... the steps are arching... alive..."

Lu Fan looked down and saw that the stairs were twisting like a snake.

He stopped walking and stomped down hard with his right foot.

"Certainly."

The stairs beneath my feet instantly returned to their original state.

Seeing this, Lu Fan pulled Old Chen down to the first floor quickly.

Lu Fan quickened his pace, practically dragging Old Chen out of the building, and sped towards Ding Xingyou's car.

Ding Xingyou hurriedly unlocked the car door, rolled down the window, and shouted, "Lu Fan! Get in the car!"

Lu Fan pushed Old Chen into the car, and Old Chen immediately felt that the sticky feeling disappear instantly. He leaned against the car, exhausted, and gasped for breath.

"Don't get out of the car." Lu Fan looked at Ding Xingyou. "Keep the talisman I gave you safe. No matter who comes, don't open the car door. No matter what happens, don't lose the talisman."

"Lu Fan, what are you doing?" Ding Xingyou looked at Lu Fan nervously. "Let's leave here first. I'm not filming this scene anymore."

Lu Fan turned his head and looked at the dark teaching building.

They hadn't turned off the lights on the second floor before, but now there wasn't a single light shining through.

"I'm going to verify my hypothesis."

After Lu Fan finished speaking, he grabbed a flashlight and ran quickly toward the teaching building.

"Lu Fan, watch out!" Ding Xingyou shouted from behind.

She just didn't know if Lu Fan could hear her.

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