I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Turning around, He Youwu saw Chen Danshen's serious face, and behind Chen Danshen, under the crooked tree, there seemed to be a person standing.

"There's someone here!"

Feeling a chill run down his spine, He Youwu hurriedly called out. Chen Danshen turned around, but saw nothing.

Are you sure you saw someone?

Chen Danshen carefully checked outside the window and asked a question.

“Really, there was someone standing under the tree just now, right over there.”

He Youwu pointed to the tree.

"Shhh."

Lu Ban suddenly put his finger to his lips, signaling for silence.

"Drive the car to the side of the road."

He gave instructions.

He Youwu hurriedly started the car and slowly drove to the side of the road.

The shadows of the trees swayed gently, and the night sky, devoid of moon and stars, was pitch black, with only the lights from the buildings illuminating the road.

At this moment, Chen Danshen noticed that the lights in those buildings had turned a ghostly green color.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, sending a chill down one's spine.

"Close the window."

Lu Ban instructed.

He Youwu closed all the car windows before he felt a little warmer.

"What exactly is this...?"

"Look ahead."

Lu Ban pointed to the side and front.

He Youwu looked over.

Before he could see anything, he first heard a series of soft voices.

Or rather, the sound of chanting scriptures.

The language he couldn't understand was chanting something, like a prayer before Buddha or the murmurs of a funeral procession.

A leaf blew in from the front and stuck to the car window.

Upon closer inspection, He Youwu discovered that these were not tree leaves at all, but paper money!

Rough, dark yellow paper money with copper coin imprints!

More paper money floated over from ahead, and in an instant, the sky was filled with these paper scraps.

Chen Danshen felt a chill run down his spine. He stared intently ahead and saw a group of people slowly walking towards him at the end of the road.

Some of them scattered paper money, while most carried sticks and flags, walking forward blankly like puppets. They all wore wide bamboo hats with long black cloths hanging down to cover their faces, and they wore coarse cloth robes, as if they did not belong to this era.

Behind these people were carriages, one after another. The horses pulling the carriages were emaciated, their eyes covered by black cloth. The carriages were dilapidated, as if they had just experienced a thunderstorm. Only a single lamp hanging above the carriages flickered faintly.

However, the light was green.

The lights were a vibrant green, just like the lights of the silent buildings next to it.

"The ghostly soldiers are passing through; you must not speak, and it would be best if you closed your eyes."

Lu Ban offered a reminder.

"What the hell...!"

He Youwu complained, "Isn't this just superstition? How could there really be ghosts in this world?"

But his heart still made him close his eyes and cover his ears.

Chen Danshen glanced at Lu Ban and then closed her eyes.

The two policemen felt the air inside the car getting colder and colder, as if it were winter, so cold that their teeth chattered.

Despite covering his ears, He Youwu, who was closer to the road, could still hear the crisp sound of horses' hooves hitting the road and the friction of wheels rolling over it.

His heart was pounding, and his whole body was tense.

Suddenly, He Youwu felt that all those sounds had disappeared.

"it's over?"

Thinking to himself, He Youwu secretly opened his eyes and glanced outside.

Only then did he notice that the horses pulling the carriage were standing outside his carriage window.

Beside the horse stood a man wearing a straw hat. He was much taller than the average person; He Youwu even thought the man was over two meters tall.

They stood silently in the middle of the road.

He Youwu's heart leaped into his throat. He saw that the horse whose eyes were covered by a black cloth had festering muscles, and there seemed to be maggots crawling inside. The hands of the people standing there were black, as if they had been dead for a long time.

And those carriages were filled with countless heads, each with a blank and terrified expression!

Just as the sound was about to burst from his throat, a hand reached out from behind his head and covered He Youwu's mouth, startling him and swallowing his voice back.

The already decaying horse seemed to hear something, lowered its head slightly, and searched its surroundings with its empty eyes that flickered with a faint green light. It stared at He Youwu for a moment, but seemed not to see the carriage at all.

After waiting for a while, the procession started moving forward again. He Youwu was extremely tense, his heart pounding, afraid that the procession would stop again and come looking for him.

By the time the entire procession had passed, He Youwu had lost track of how much time had elapsed.

Lu Ban released his hand from He Youwu's mouth and took out a tissue to carefully wipe his palm.

"It should be fine now. Just look ahead, and you'll be able to leave in a while."

He pointed to the road ahead.

Chapter 118 Elevator

What was that just now?

Chen Danshen broke out in a cold sweat, feeling somewhat curious.

"I already told you, the ghost soldiers are borrowing a path."

Lu Ban answered as a matter of course.

"But isn't that superstition? And this thing should only exist if some great disaster has occurred, right?"

Chen Danshen hesitated and expressed doubt.

"Not necessarily. Jiangcheng has a history of natural disasters. Have you heard the rumors about the men's dormitory building at Jiangcheng University?"

He Youwu suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"What rumor?"

"Look, there are two particularly tall male dormitories at Jiangcheng University, aren't they? They're both twenty stories high."

He Youwu spoke very softly, as if afraid that something outside might hear him.

"It is said that this place was an ancient battlefield. Jiangcheng used to be a strategic location fought over by military strategists. Hundreds of battles, large and small, were fought outside the city, and the dead were buried in the wasteland. In modern times, with the development of new districts, those former burial sites have become real estate developments in the development zone. Jiangcheng University's campus here is one of them."

"Really? Don't lie to me."

Chen Danshen felt numbness in her arms, which was a physical reaction caused by excessive tension.

"It's true. Because the yin energy is too heavy, two tall buildings were built there, all inhabited by boys, to suppress the spirits of the dead from the ancient battlefield. So, there are usually no problems when students are at school, but when it's holiday time, the students go home and there isn't enough yang energy, so things can easily go wrong."

He Youwu spoke with an air of importance.

Upon hearing this, Lu Ban added his own words.

"Yes, I'm from Jiangcheng University. I heard from my senior that when he was a junior, he stayed at school during the summer internship and didn't go home. There were hardly any people left in the dormitory. One night, he came back to school from the company alone. The dormitory was dark, and only the dormitory supervisor on the first floor had the light on."

"He lived on the fifteenth floor and was about to take the elevator directly. When he passed by, he noticed that the dormitory supervisor seemed to be sleeping in her room, covered with a white blanket."

"That senior didn't pay much attention. He got into the elevator, pressed the button for the fifteenth floor, and went to check his phone. After a while, he heard the elevator arrive, opened the door, and walked out without paying any attention."

"But when he stepped out of the elevator and walked towards his dormitory, he realized something was wrong. He tried to open the dormitory door with his key, but found that the key wouldn't turn no matter how he turned it."

Listening to Lu Ban's description, Chen Danshen broke out in a cold sweat again.

"Please don't tell ghost stories at a time like this..."

"What's next?"

He Youwu urged Lu Ban along, probably thinking that he shouldn't be the only one who had just been scared out of his wits.

"Ah."

Lu Ban nodded and continued.

"The senior tried it and found that the surrounding furnishings were different. At this time, he saw that the lights in the next dormitory room seemed to be on, so he knocked on the door. Soon, the door opened, and a boy who looked a bit sickly stood in the door. The senior did not recognize him at all."

"He asked a question, and the other person said this was the thirteenth floor. Only then did the senior realize that he had gone down to the wrong floor."

He hurriedly thanked them and turned to leave, but suddenly noticed that on a bed in the dormitory, there was a large black-and-white portrait of a deceased person, with two eerie green candles burning next to it.

"Although the senior student felt something was off, he didn't dare to ask any more questions and could only leave in a hurry, climbing the stairs to the fifteenth floor."

"He found it strange that since he was the only one in the elevator and no one pressed the thirteenth floor button, why was the elevator stopped there?"

Why would someone put a portrait of someone who has died in a funeral on the bed in a dormitory room on the thirteenth floor?

"The next day, the senior went downstairs in the morning and asked the dormitory supervisor about what happened yesterday. But the dormitory supervisor said strangely that the dormitory supervisors were having a meeting at that time last night. They were all in the next building, and there should be no one in the dormitory supervisor's room."

"He then hurriedly asked about the thirteenth floor, and the dormitory supervisor was taken aback, asking him how he knew."

"The senior looked completely bewildered. He didn't know what the dorm supervisor was talking about, so he asked her again."

"The dormitory supervisor then told him that the thirteenth floor was occupied by senior students. One of the boys had committed suicide by jumping off the building during the day because he didn't have enough credits and his graduation project was delayed. They had been discussing this matter in their meeting last night."

"Only then did the senior suddenly realize why he had looked at the boy and the portrait of the deceased with a strange expression."

Lu Ban lowered his voice.

"Because the person in the portrait is that boy!"