Having devoted myself to guiding souls, I was surrounded by them after my death.

He struggled and tried to grab the ruler with his left hand.

However, Su Yining had anticipated this and spun around, delivering a flying kick to his neck. She forcefully stomped on his throat, pinning him to the wall and killing him.

"what……"

Hu Lizhang's vision went black. Su Yining gritted her teeth and used her long legs to press him against the wall to prevent him from causing any more trouble.

"Chen Shi, go keep an eye on the Mirror Spirit!" Su Yining said, twisting her ankle to make Hu Lizhang's foot sink even deeper.

Chen Shi swallowed hard and nodded knowingly.

My senior is in her most irritable mode right now; only someone with a bad temper would provoke her.

Hu Lizhang's physical condition was so poor that she almost stomped him to death.

He ran to the mirror, staring intently at the faint human silhouette reflected in it, and muttered to himself:

"Go for it, Luo Xiaoyu."

……

Meanwhile, the mirror is surrounded by three layers.

Luo Xiaoyu's eyes flashed with a fierce light as she stared intently at Hu Lizhang in front of her.

"What? You can't attack me, and you can't escape either. Even if you're skilled, there's nothing you can do, right?"

Hu Lizhang was secretly pleased with himself.

However, Luo Xiaoyu remained silent, her gaze suddenly shifting away from him and beginning to scan every corner of the rotating corridor.

Flipping the suspended chandelier, window handles, doorknobs, railings...

Her beautiful eyes were bright and lively, like a terrain detector, noting down every bump and hollow in the corridor.

"What is this guy looking at?" Hu Lizhang wondered, while a bad feeling crept into his heart.

"Well……"

Luo Xiaoyu's eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand and suddenly flicked her wrist!

A sudden gust of wind swept through the corridor, and the silver chain flew out of his hand in an instant, gleaming coldly in the darkness.

"What? What is she going to do?" Hu Lizhang was shocked, but then realized that the silver chain's target was not him at all.

The slender chain stretched out and intertwined freely in the empty corridor, its silvery edge constantly moving, winding and weaving, instantly forming a dense, impenetrable silver net.

The chain links tightly gripped the columns, walls, and floor, blocking all escape routes and sealing off every inch of space.

Luo Xiaoyu had excellent control over the silver chain; in less than a minute, the silver chain had woven itself into the entire corridor like a spider web.

Immediately afterwards...

"Humph!"

With a wave of her hand, the net tightened instantly, trapping Hu Lizhang in the center of the spiderweb, unable to move forward or backward, and making him a prisoner in a cage.

"What!?" Hu Lizhang's eyes widened in surprise.

This magical artifact can be used like this?!

Luo Xiaoyu leaped up, gripping the end of the silver chain with one hand and holding the red-tasseled spear in the other. Her feet landed steadily on the silver net she had woven, and she charged forward.

Hu Lizhang immediately pressed the ruler.

However, something unexpected happened.

Although Luo Xiaoyu was moved backward, the end of the silver chain remained in her hand. Each time she moved backward, she could instantly return to her original position using the silver chain and use the force to pull herself forward.

"not good!"

Hu Lizhang realized that the situation was not good and was about to press the ruler back, but he noticed something was wrong.

Luo Xiaoyu's silver chains covered the entire corridor like a spider web, with the gaps between the chains tightly closed, leaving him nowhere to retreat!

In contrast, Luo Xiaoyu was able to move precisely through the gaps in the chain net.

It was only then that Hu Lizhang realized Luo Xiaoyu's intention—he was very tall, but Luo Xiaoyu was only 1.5 meters tall, and had a petite figure and good flexibility.

This little guy, taking advantage of their height difference, wove a net that he couldn't move, but he could move around flexibly!

Not only is he a killer, but he also has extremely high strategic intelligence!

"Ah!"

With nowhere to retreat, every time Hu Lizhang moved Luo Xiaoyu away, she would use the end of the silver chain and her momentum to accelerate again.

Until he lost count of how many times he was about to press down with the ruler...

A sharp edge flashed in the darkness; the red-tasseled spear danced and precisely slashed through his arm.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Luo Xiaoyu didn't even blink before she chopped off Hu Lizhang's right arm!

"cough!"

Hu Lizhang gasped, but before he could even cry out, Luo Xiaoyu pulled her wrist away.

The silver chain instantly contracted, binding him into a human stick.

"Go to hell."

With a delicate cry, Luo Xiaoyu spun her red-tasseled spear and plunged it into his head, pinning him to the ground and killing him instantly.

"That way they won't be resurrected."

She turned the gun handle, making the tip more firmly inserted, ensuring that Hu Lizhang had no chance to recover.

Immediately afterwards, she strode to the bathroom door and looked at the mirror—there was no reflection, only ripples like the surface of a lake, and a blurry outline of a face that was indistinct and hard to see.

"Well!"

She punched and shattered the mirror!

As the mirrors on all three floors shattered, the Mirror Spirit let out a miserable howl in the choir classroom, and its faint outline began to gather and become clear.

"Luo Xiaoyu succeeded."

Chen Shi was overjoyed, gripped the rope tightly, and made his move without any hesitation.

This time, the mirror in the choir room served as the final passage, and just as planned, his hand successfully slipped through the mirror.

"Gotcha."

He grabbed the Mirror Spirit by the throat and yanked it outwards violently:

"Get out here!"

Chapter 79 Sound Spirit

"babble--!"

In the choir classroom, the space began to distort, and ripples appeared on the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, with cracks spreading outwards from the center.

The spirit of the mirror let out a mournful cry, a sound like a sharp knife slicing through the mirror, so loud it hurt people's ears.

"Stop hiding, come out."

Chen Shi grabbed Jing Ling by the neck, and the bandage on his right forearm emitted dark red light patterns, which instantly covered his entire arm.

At the same time, accompanied by the Mirror Spirit's shrill howl, a series of piercing sounds drilled into his mind:

"No, it's not pretty enough. They won't like it."

"Doctor, can I still move? I have to be prettier than them."

"It's not enough, it needs to be even better."

"You have to be better looking than everyone else."

"Doctor, where's my face? Who's that in the mirror?"

"No, how could my face be like this..."

"Take it back! Take it back again!"

Sharp cries pierced his ears, sharp and shrill, but Chen Shi did not cover his ears.

Bearing the pain of the evil spirits in their lifetime is also part of the ferryman's job.

He took a deep breath, swung the rope around the bar behind him, and continued to use the momentum.

"babble!!"

The spirit's body twisted, and withered hands reached out from the mirror, grabbing the mirror surface and trying to push itself back.

"You've been hiding for so long, and now that you've become a vengeful spirit, you're still too afraid to show your face?"

Chen Shi's words contained no indignation, but rather a faint sense of helplessness.

"Come out."

His words fell calmly, and at the same time, the slings and bandages lit up with dark red light patterns.

In an instant, a pale body was forcibly pulled out of the mirror.

"babble--!"

It is a spirit.

Although the Mirror Spirit is in human form, it is completely pale, with skin like melted wax, and no facial features, only an empty, pale skin.

That face was still changing.

It becomes "Chen Shi", "Su Yining", "anyone", but it never becomes itself.

"Why bother? In the end, you won't even remember what your own face looks like."

There was no hatred in Chen Shi's eyes, only his unwavering determination to exorcise spirits.

"Give hope to the living, and peace to the departed."

Jiang Liu taught him this.

Chen Shi flicked his hand and retrieved the rope. The rope loops flew around, and the Mirror Spirit tried to raise its withered hand to struggle, but it was precisely entangled by the rope.

The surface texture of the hemp rope diffuses light, indicating that the inhibitory effect is beginning to take effect.

Having lost almost all of the mirror surfaces and left the mirror space, the mirror spirit was extremely weak at this moment. Only its pale, fleshy face was trembling and wailing, and it was still changing into "faces" that did not belong to it.

Chen Shi wrapped the other end of the rope around his fist, then suddenly exerted his strength and slammed his fist heavily into the Mirror Spirit's face!

Instantly, a wave of energy rose from the center of his fist, and the ribbon of inspiration activated simultaneously, striking the Mirror Spirit's face solidly.

The Mirror Spirit didn't cry out; it was just slammed into the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind it by a heavy punch.

The next second, spiderweb-like cracks spread out from it instantly:

"Crack!"

The last mirror shattered.

Chen Shi secretly exerted force with his fist, striking the face that the Mirror Spirit had transformed into, freezing it firmly against the shattered mirror.

He lowered his eyes and softly recited:

"Where do we come from, and where do we go?"

The spirit fell silent, its silhouette becoming even more blurred.

At the same time, space began to distort, the ground trembled, and the entire corridor began to turn upside down, making the scene before our eyes resemble a roller coaster ride.

Not just the 4th floor, but all three floors of the corridor were shaking.

The cage in the mirror is collapsing!

"Well!"

On the third floor, Luo Xiaoyu's eyes lit up.

Before her, Hu Lizhang was bound to the ground by silver chains, his right arm severed, and his head still pierced by her red-tasseled spear.

She looked up at the upper level, filled with admiration.