C4

Half an hour later, An Ran calmed his restless little sister and tiredly sat her down on a chair. He smiled bitterly and said, "You can't help her. Go back to school."

Wu Qiong did not say anything. This child had most likely run into an evil spirit. He took out his [Glimmer Flashlight] and wondered if the system's products were reliable or not.

"What are you doing?" Eastward, who was at the side, was baffled. He didn't know what Wu Zhangkong was up to.

Wu Qiong waved the flashlight in his hand, shooting a beam of green light directly at Ice.

Within the light, a black shadow flashed and disappeared. It was a pale female face!

Eastward, who was behind Ye Zichen, opened his eyes wide, and was shocked speechless.

"System new function sensing mode unlocked!" Do you want to enter sensing mode? "This is the first time I have used it without consuming any screech value." The system's sudden announcement shocked Wu Qiong.

"Enter!" Wu Qiong narrowed his eyes. He too wanted to know what this sensing mode could detect.

As soon as his voice fell, the entire room turned dark, everything in front of him became a blur, emitting a dim, cold white light. Only in the distance was there a layer of black smoke curling around his body as he faced the ice.

Wu Qiong could clearly feel that life was disappearing bit by bit.

Wu Qiong subconsciously moved closer to her, and the black smoke surrounding her body seemed to have transformed into a human figure, staring at her as she approached.

In a trance, he touched Xiang Bing's ice-cold hand. The coldness couldn't help but make him shiver.

Just as he was about to withdraw, in the next moment, Wu Qiong felt an irresistible suction force pulling his body into a shattered, dark and ice-cold space, his entire body light as a feather.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he seemed to have fallen into another dimension.

The air was hot and stuffy, and the sewing fan by his ear whistled.

Wu Qiong shook his head, realising that he was floating in the air. A girl who looked very similar to Xiang Bing was sitting right in front of him.

The window opened and a boy with a red face jumped through it. He looked very similar to East, but only now did Wu Qiong realize that he had entered into the memories of Xiang Bing's childhood.

Dong Fang pulled at the ice, his face filled with excitement, "Little sister, let's go..." Let's go watch a show! "

It seemed that they were very anxious to head east. After exiting the village, they ran towards the main road with all their might.

Wu Qiong followed closely behind. At the end of the road was the school gate. It was about 8 or 9 in the evening, and there was no one around. The moonlight was dim.

Taking the ice east, they came to the doors of the auditorium.

The whole school was empty. There was no one walking around.

The auditorium was dark and gloomy, the half moon shone on the cobblestone path outside the entrance pale white, the night wind blew against the camphor tree leaves rustling, Wu Qiong only felt a little terrified.

Was there really something to see here?

"Eh? Have they all dispersed? " Dong Fang touched the back of his head and sighed helplessly, "It's all my mom's fault. She forced me to finish my homework. It's good now, there's nothing left to read!"

"Little sister, let's go back!" Taking Ice's hand to the east, he planned to go home.

Suddenly, Wu Qiong noticed a faint light shining from the dusty window, as if someone had lit a candle in the auditorium.

Not long after, a voice came from the auditorium. The voice was weak but very pleasant to listen to.

Wu Qiong couldn't help but prick his ears as he was attracted by the mournful voice and the mournful singing voice.

The Eastern siblings seemed to have noticed as well, and they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"There's still someone singing inside!" Eastward was a little excited. He was small and couldn't see the more detailed picture through the window.

However, Wu Qiong could clearly see a woman standing on the stage with a sad expression, singing with her fingers.

With just a single glance, Wu Qiong noticed that the female singer seemed to have cast a glance at him.

Since there was a show to watch, Eastward was reluctant to return home.

The front door was slightly ajar, and when the door was pushed open to the east, Wu Qiong could clearly feel a chilly wind blowing on his face through the door.

"Big brother, let's go back." "I'm scared!" Luo Bing grabbed the corner of her clothes to the east in fear.

"It's fine, go back after you're done reading. Big brother will protect you!" Eastward patted his chest and walked in without waiting for a response.

Wu Qiong turned his head to the east and entered the auditorium. A strange feeling hit him.

The audience below the stage were all holding white candles, sitting motionlessly in front of the concrete stage. Black shadows, all wearing black clothes, men, women, young, old, all dressed in black.

The woman was the only one singing on the stage. Her white sleeves were flipped over, reflecting her pale complexion. There was no sign of her being alive.

The white curtain covered both sides. The white paper pieces floating in the sky were like snowflakes falling to the ground. The woman who was singing had a sorrowful expression and her eyes were hazy with tears.

"It is a pity that Immortal karma angers the mortal world. This love has nothing to do with hatred." Hugh said that a man and his wife were together for a hundred days. "Once the famous Li Lu has his hand, his wife An Neng will lose her chance to live together with him …"

The voice was soft, but it sounded like it was crying. Wu Qiong could clearly hear it.

He only felt chills running through his entire body. This tune was drifting in the air, and it gave off a subtle feeling as if his soul had been moved. It was difficult to resist the urge to sigh and feel despondent along with this voice.

When the woman in white finished her chant, she suddenly raised her head and opened her eyes, staring straight at Wu Qiong!

Tears flowed out of the woman's eyes. Her deathly pale face drew a dark red crack, and her entire face was twisted and tight. The anger and grief in her eyes seemed to have substance, causing Wu Qiong's back to turn cold.

Those people dressed in black also turned their heads around in unison, revealing ashen faces.

"They're all dead!"