Urban Evil Suppression: Incorporating the Stone Hard Template

Ling Feng stood with his back to everyone, letting the cool night breeze gently caress the hem of his clothes.

To Chu Lianxin's question, he only gave three words: "I don't know!"

"As the old saying goes, it's easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away, especially wandering spirits like the Ouija board."

"You're out of luck. What you've summoned isn't some wandering ghost, but a vengeful spirit!"

Ling Feng's voice, devoid of any warmth, instantly made everyone hold their breath.

"That female ghost harbors a lot of resentment. Since you invited her to play the Ouija board game,..."

Then she will never give up easily; she will cling to you like a persistent, intractable disease.

After a slight pause, Ling Feng seemed to remember something and spoke up to remind him:

"I scared that thing away once, it probably won't dare to come back anytime soon."

But no one can guarantee when they will return, especially not you.

It bears her mark, like a bright white light in the dark night, very conspicuous!

When they will come looking for you depends on your own luck.

After those words, everyone present felt a chill run through their bodies.

It's like being drenched in a bucket of ice water from head to toe in winter.

Zhou Mei was utterly desperate. She covered her face and wept bitterly, her voice trembling like a leaf.

"I don't want to die... I really don't want to die... If I had known it would turn out like this, I definitely wouldn't have played..."

Huang Deming's legs went weak, and he slumped backward onto the sofa.

It was as if all the strength had been drained from him, and he lay there motionless.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, completely devoid of their usual sparkle.

As for the others, they weren't much better off!

Each of them had a deathly pale face, and their whole bodies exuded a lifeless appearance.

They never imagined that it was just something they had done out of boredom and a moment of wanting to have fun.

Thinking of finding some new and exciting games to relieve boredom, he unexpectedly brought about his own demise!

The thought of being targeted by that sinister female ghost, and potentially losing my life at any moment, was unbearable.

The group could no longer hold back and turned their anger towards Lin Yueying, the young delinquent.

If it weren't for her encouragement, how could they have possibly played that dangerous little game?

Zhou Mei was the first to lash out at her: "Lin Yueying, it's all your fault!"

"If you hadn't kept encouraging us to play with the Ouija board, how could we have gotten involved with such a deadly thing!"

"That's right!" Li Na, with her wine-red hair, also looked venomous.

"You really deserve to die! You were just looking for trouble, and now look what happened, we're all going to die with you!"

"Say something!"

Enraged, Zhao Wenliang struck first, slapping Lin Yueying to the ground.

"Are you satisfied now that you've caused such a huge commotion? Everyone's going to die!"

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Harsh accusations rose and fell, each word like a knife piercing Lin Yueying's heart.

Already terrified, she was further humiliated by the constant accusations from a group of people, causing her psychological defenses to crumble instantly.

"I...I...don't know why...it turned out like this..."

I really didn't... mean to hurt... everyone... I... didn't want to die either...

Lin Yueying's voice was as faint as a whisper, and her tears flowed down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

But at this moment, everyone was already blinded by the fear of death, and they couldn't hear what she was saying.

She had barely uttered two sentences when she was overwhelmed by even harsher accusations.

Zhou Mei cursed a few times but was still not satisfied, so she rushed over and pointed at her nose, yelling at her:

"You don't know? You think you can just say 'I don't know' and that's it? Why don't you just die?!"

Li Na also retorted to her face, her disdain barely concealed in her tone.

"Now you know how to cry? What were you doing before? Just go die already!"

Zhao Wenliang was still angry. Hearing Lin Yueying's voice, he raised his foot to kick her again.

But Chu Lianxin stopped him abruptly: "Enough! What do you think you're doing? What's the point of hitting her?"

Lin Yueying huddled up, clutching her head tightly with both hands, letting tears and snot smear all over her face.

He wanted to continue arguing, but it felt like something was blocking his throat.

It could only utter intermittent sobs and indistinct words.

The burning pain on her cheeks, mixed with the panic in her heart, made her tremble uncontrollably.

She did suggest playing the Ouija board game, but didn't no one object before?

They were all having so much fun while playing, but how come when something went wrong, it all became her fault?

Lin Yueying looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces before her.

Those harsh words, like poisoned needles, kept piercing her mind.

Fear, resentment, and despair overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Lin Yueying's sobs echoed in the living room, each sob filled with unspeakable grievances.

She bit her lip hard, tasting the faint metallic flavor of blood.

It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing her chest, and the pain made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

The words that welled up in their mouths were swallowed back by the resentful or cold gazes around them.

She stopped arguing and could only curl up on the ground, letting her tears flow freely.

Ling Feng turned around and stood quietly at the top of the stairs, watching this absurd farce without saying a word.

Fear is like a mirror, revealing the most despicable and ugly aspects of human nature.

The sentiments they usually expressed, under the threat of death,

It's as brittle as a thin sheet of paper; it breaks with the slightest touch!

Seeing the farce escalating, Ling Feng finally couldn't stand it any longer and interjected, "Stop arguing."

These few simple words carry an irresistible and intimidating power!

The previously chaotic living room became completely silent in an instant.

Everyone present instinctively shut their mouths and turned their gazes to him.

Ling Feng's dark eyes remained completely calm, and his voice was equally composed:

"It's pointless to assign blame now."

Blaming each other won't solve anything. The only thing you can do is...

The key is to unite and hurry up and find the person, instead of continuing to fight amongst ourselves.

A calm and persuasive remark was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the hostile atmosphere in the living room.

The crowd looked at each other, lowered their heads, and the anger on their faces gradually subsided.

There may still be anger in my heart, but no matter how angry I am, it's not as important as my life.

Ling Feng shook his head, a lingering weariness showing between his brows.

The farce that had just happened had exhausted his already dwindling patience.

Right now, he doesn't want to care about anything; he just wants to rest.

Dragging his somewhat heavy body, Ling Feng went straight upstairs and returned to his room.