Legends have long been commonplace on university campuses, or in other words, they are an established secret. When the proud sons of heaven pass away from generation to generation, it continues to grow and continue like it has taken root. Resentment, like love, can also be boundless. Hence the rumored nightmare that will never go away—a nightmare that only belongs on campus.
The moonlight was like water, flowing silently on this university campus with a history of more than 100 years. Silence spread quickly like darkness, filling the entire sky in an instant. The lights in the teaching building compete with the stars in the sky. Under the various retro lampposts standing on the street, sculpture-like figures are dotted in the surrounding flower beds. Pedestrians in a hurry are so busy. When I see acquaintances, I simply nod and say hello and then pass by, let alone those who are holding books and reading while walking. The campus, which has always been known as a place where books and ink are fragrant, has become even more dignified and anxious when the final exam is approaching.
"It's broken!" He Jianfei wanted to take out his mobile phone to check the time in the corridor, but he couldn't find it, but found that he had left the most important English book in the dormitory, and replaced it with one that had been tested eight hundred years ago. Sports theory. He looked sullenly at his roommate Zhang Chuanxun next to him, who was trying his best to hold back his laughter: "You said I came late and didn't have a place. I was pushed and pushed by you, and it led to this result. Now it's okay, I think I will study for a doctorate in sports theory. It's more than enough." Zhang Chuanxun suppressed the urge to gloat and said with a smile: "Anyway, I brought it with me, but I don't have any notes. You can just take them and take a quick look at them when I'm not looking at them. Your English is so good, but you still read. What?" He said and took out the book from his schoolbag, intending to show it off to He Jianfei, but at a glance he saw four familiar large characters "Sports Theory" printed on the cover of the book - it turned out that he had brought the wrong book.
Angry and a little embarrassed, Zhang Chuanxun pushed his schoolbag to He Jianfei, who was already smiling and leaning against the pillar: "The English test is tomorrow, and I still have n words that I haven't memorized. That glasses guy Zhang always likes to catch people to reshape them. I I have to rush back to the dormitory right away to get my books. You can grab a seat for me first." He Jianfei stopped laughing and said, "The school bus doesn't run during self-study time. It will take at least an hour to walk back to the dormitory from here. You go back and forth like this, just to get the books. I didn’t have much time to read when I got to the book.” Zhang Chuanxun said, “Don’t worry about this. Xiaotian was with me next to the audio-visual education building a few days ago and found a small road called Chigangding, which leads directly to the main school road of our dormitory. No need It'll be there in twenty minutes." He Jianfei smiled and said, "Go ahead and bring mine with you. I think it will be placed on the table."
He Jianfei entered the classroom alone, found a seat and started reading advanced mathematics. As I watched, I couldn't help but murmur in my heart, Zhang Chuanxun is an extremely introverted person. He usually only likes to stay in the dormitory, surf the Internet or play games. How could he be interested in exploring some small roads? I vaguely heard someone mention it a few days ago that in the democratic voting a few weeks ago, Qin Xiaotian lost to Zhang Chuanxun by a few votes and lost the honorary title of outstanding student. He has been holding a grudge, so how can he be willing to be on campus with Zhang Chuanxun? What about traveling? The more I thought about it, the more something felt wrong. Two hours had passed, and even though it was time to return via the main school road, Zhang Chuanxun was still nowhere to be seen. He Jianfei had no intention of reading any more, so he packed his schoolbag and hurried to the dormitory.
The audio-visual education building is located in the northeast corner of the old campus. From the perspective of Feng Shui, the five elements are short of gold, there are no ponds and lakes on the left and right, and there are only ancient trees all around. It is a place that brings both blessings and disasters. Due to the completion of the new multimedia function classroom, this old audio-visual education building has been rarely used. Most of the time it was used as a warehouse to store discarded electronic equipment. Due to years of disrepair, the cement on the exterior wall has almost fallen off, revealing the mottled dark yellow bricks inside, with a few dark green moss strips winding past, and finally submerged in the grass about half a person's height at the foot of the wall. This is just a dispensable building. The reason why students know it is probably because the school always likes to compare it with the multimedia function classroom when bragging about its achievements.
I don't know if it was because the street lights in this area were dim. He Jianfei walked around in front of the audio-visual education building several times, but he still couldn't find the path called Chigangding that Zhang Chuanxun mentioned. The closing time of the dormitory was approaching, so He Jianfei had to give up the idea of continuing the search and boarded the school bus. Due to the delay in the audio-visual education building, it was almost eleven o'clock when He Jianfei returned to the dormitory. Most of the students in the class were accustomed to coming back at half past ten. Except for his own dormitory, the lights on the fourth floor were all on. Zhang Chuanxun is not in the dormitory? He Jianfei's heart tightened, and he ran up to the fourth floor in three steps at a time. He hurriedly took out the key, opened the door, and turned on the light. He saw two English books neatly placed on the two desktops, and Zhang Chuanxun's bookshelf , except for a few books in the schoolbag. ＄Did something happen to him? Without enough time to think clearly about what happened, He Jianfei threw his two schoolbags on his bed, grabbed the keys and rushed out. As soon as he reached the stairs, he saw his classmate Huang Dakai walking towards him with a pile of information and asked in surprise: " The dormitory is about to close, where are you going in such a hurry so late?" He Jianfei hurriedly told him about Zhang Chuanxun's situation. Huang Dakai laughed and said, "The fourth teaching has opened several all-night classrooms. I heard that there are also There is a textbook lending room, and you must pass by it when you go to the audio-visual education building. I guess he was tired of walking and went to the all-night class to work hard. This is a university campus, and he is a big boy. What are you afraid of him? I am on the English test paper There are still a lot of things you don't understand, so come to my dormitory and tell me." Hearing what he said, He Jianfei felt that he was too sensitive, so he felt relieved and said: "There is no one in my dormitory, please be quiet. It’s better to come to my place.”
It was already one o'clock in the middle of the night. He Jianfei put down his English book, let out a long yawn sleepily, and prepared to go to bed. When hanging the mosquito net, He Jianfei looked at a hook on the edge of the bed and hesitated. He was wondering if it was necessary to hang the soul-calling bell tonight. He Jianfei's other secret identity is that of a person in the magic world. He was admitted to the Wutai Mountain sect at the age of two and studied magic with Master Zhi, the abbot of Wutai Mountain, a leading Buddhist at that time. He became the youngest and most promising lay disciple in the magic world. Because there are many ghosts in Wutai Mountain and they have deep grudges with the ghost world, He Jianfei used to hang a soul-calling bell at night as a warning after leaving the mountain. Ever since I entered university, I rarely failed. Firstly, university is a place where saints study, where ghosts and gods are equal. Secondly, I am lazy and usually only hang up for a day or two a month to show off. But for some reason, there was always an ominous premonition in my heart tonight. Thinking about the advantages and disadvantages of hanging that thing, He Jianfei finally decided to hang the soul-calling bell, one of the five magical weapons of Mount Wutai.
"Ding Ding Dang" in the middle of the night, the ringtone of the high decibels pulled He Jianfei back to the reality from Dream Township. I forgot to close the window. It might be raining heavily outside, so suddenly there was this strong wind. "Stop!" He Jianfei sealed the soul-summoning bell with a yellow talisman and muttered: "This rotten soul-summoning bell rings when ghosts come and the wind blows, and it says it's some famous magic weapon!" As he was cursing, suddenly I found a vague black figure standing outside the mosquito net, near the balcony. He Jianfei was stunned and whispered: "Chuanxun, are you back after studying?" The black figure did not answer, but began to walk towards him step by step. He Jianfei asked strangely: "What's wrong with you? I asked you what's wrong with you?" Don't say anything?" The black shadow was still minding its own business and slowly approaching his mosquito net. Thinking of the long-lasting abnormal sound of the soul-calling bell, He Jianfei suddenly felt alert. He lifted the quilt and sat up quickly, shouting in a deep voice: "Where are you ghost? If you don't go to the underworld to reincarnate, what are you doing here? Get back quickly, otherwise don't blame me Wutai Mountain The magic weapon is ruthless." As soon as he finished speaking, the black shadow paused, but had no intention of leaving. Through the few rays of dim moonlight that filtered in from the balcony, one could clearly see that the dark figure suddenly slowly raised his hands, then began to move, groping straight for He Jianfei's bed, and was almost at the edge of the bed.
provocative? He Jianfei was furious. He picked up a yellow talisman with one hand and suddenly opened the mosquito net with the other. It was empty outside and the black shadow had long disappeared. He Jianfei stood by the bed and looked around suspiciously, when there was movement outside the door. "Woo... Wuwu..." A soft sob sounded vaguely. Hearing the familiar deep voice, He Jianfei finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Chuanxun, why didn't you say anything just now? You scared me to death. What's wrong? What grievances have you suffered?" After saying that, he ran to the door, held the door handle and pulled it. Unexpectedly, the door was solid and did not move at all. When he turned on the light, he found that the door was locked with double insurance. It was his last night. Locked by hand.
The door was not unlocked. There was a dark shadow in the room first, and there were cries from behind the door, as well as the ringing of the soul-calling bell. Cold sweat gradually broke out on He Jianfei's back. He stayed for a while, then took out the key and turned on the double insurance. He opened the door very carefully and shouted in a low voice: "Chuanxun, you..." After only half a sentence, he couldn't help but froze. The corridor was silent, and the dormitory doors on both sides were closed tightly. There was no one around? This dormitory is far away from the stairs. If Chuanxun wanted to run away, not only would there not be enough time, but it would also be impossible without making a noise. He could hear it clearly. The voice just now was clearly Chuanxun's. Could it be that... He had a headache just thinking about it, and suddenly there was a loud bang in the room. He Jianfei hurriedly looked back, and Zhang Chuanxun's English book fell to the ground. He looked out the door again, but there was still no movement. Thinking that some kid might have broken in by mistake, he had to lock the door again, close the windows, pick up the English book, and go back to bed to sleep.
At five o'clock in the morning, there was an earth-shattering knock on the door, accompanied by nervous and high-pitched shouts, which completely scared He Jianfei out of his sleep. This time, He Jianfei had lost the patience to check outside the door. He ran to the window angrily, opened the window and shouted: "Who is crazy outside? Do you know what time it is?" Huang Dakai stood up with a face full of horror. Outside the door, his whole body was shaking violently: "Jianfei, something happened! Something happened! Chuanxun is dead." Suddenly, He Jianfei's mind felt like a muffled thunder, and his mind went blank. Huang Dakai was still talking incoherently: "I heard that he died on the main school road. His face was full of horror, his eyes popped out, his whole body was covered with blood, and he couldn't find the wound. All the school leaders were here. , a large group of people came from the police station..." He Jianfei grabbed Huang Dakai's collar and said hoarsely: "When did Chuanxun's accident happen?" Huang Dakai was stunned by the look on his face, and after a pause he said: "The forensic doctor hasn't said yet, but the body was discovered by a security guard when he was patrolling after four o'clock. You ask this..." He Jianfei opened his mouth and took a quick breath of the cool air outside to calm the turbulent waves in his heart. The dark figure that came in the middle of the night, the strange crying outside the door, and the English book that suddenly fell down were indeed Zhang Chuanxun's ghost! Zhang Chuanxun was already dead at that time! He Jianfei suddenly remembered that his master once said that in the underworld, there is a pool for washing grievances by the Naihe Bridge. The ghosts of the past who have been unjustly deceased must be washed here to get rid of the resentment in their hearts before they can go to the underworld for reincarnation through the Naihe Bridge, otherwise they will become unjust ghosts , remaining in the world forever to accept the punishment of the underworld. Since many wronged souls do not have the ability to speak independently, it is said that when they pass by the pool of grievances, they have to raise their hands to their shoulders as a way of expressing their grievances to the messenger from the underworld who is in charge of the pool of grievances. In this case, Zhang Chuanxun's weird raising of his hands, could it be that he was retaliating against me? Why didn't he retaliate to the messenger from the underworld and why he had to go all the way to me to retaliate? He Jianfei instantly remembered the answers to all the questions: Zhang Chuanxun was one of the few people who knew his identity in the magic world. Could it be that his murderer was not a human being, but...
"Has anyone died again? Haha... If you can't escape, a few must die every year. Well, if you can't escape, if you can't escape, have you gone? If you have any resentment, vent it all out Come on! Haha..." A figure staggered upstairs. He Jianfei was surprised and asked: "What is that senior brother said?" Huang Dakai whispered: "Ignore him, I heard that his girlfriend died like this with blood on her face last year. He was so shocked that he came back and cried for a few nights. He's getting nervous." As he spoke, He Jianfei opened the door, left him and ran upstairs quickly. Huang Dakai stood there dumbfounded, and He Jianfei didn't bother to explain to him. He vaguely felt that the whole thing was not as simple as imagined - not just one person died.
In the corridor on the fifth floor, the senior brother was moving staggeringly with a sluggish pace. He Jianfei suddenly stopped three meters away from him and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, please stay. Listening to the senior brother's words, it seemed that he knew what was going on. Why did Xun die? Please tell me the truth."
"Me? I don't know." The senior brother turned his head. Behind his highly myopic lenses, his deep-set eyes shone with a strange and terrifying light. "Did I know it would be like this? If I knew, she would still die. Did your classmate take a path called Chigangding?" He Jianfei nodded hurriedly, feeling desolate in his heart. His intuition was right, and it was indeed related to the path of unknown origin. The senior brother said: "I only know that the small road called Chigangding was privately called the Road of Unjust Ghosts decades ago." He Jianfei was surprised: "The Road of Unjust Ghosts?! Why is it called the Road of Unjust Ghosts?" Such a terrible name?" The senior brother was stunned for a while, then suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "I don't know, she doesn't know, neither of us knows. It's just a legend left over from the previous class. I walked along this road in the dead of night. The people on the alley would definitely die with their faces full of fear and blood. She didn't believe it, so she ran away alone. What was the result? Hahaha... Before she died, she tried her best to say two words to me: 'Definitely. You're going to die, you can't escape. 'Yes, you can't escape, you absolutely can't escape." The senior brother ignored He Jianfei, turned around and walked away slowly.
Chigangding? The road of unjust ghosts? During self-study last night, He Jianfei's knot in his heart was finally untied, and he rushed back to the fourth floor like a gust of wind. Most of the people on the fourth floor went to join in the fun, and almost all the dormitories in a row were empty. From another staircase, the sound of suppressed crying could be heard intermittently, floating in the corridor, adding another layer of sadness to the building. He Jianfei came to room 428 and stopped, then kicked the door open. There was a man curled up next to the table, holding the quilt and sobbing. Seeing He Jianfei come in, he couldn't help but look up at him. He Jianfei pressed forward and asked coldly: "Qin Xiaotian, could you please explain something about Chigangding." Qin Xiaotian was stunned for a while, and finally couldn't hold it anymore. He buried his head in the quilt and cried loudly: "I...I I just thought... I didn't expect that he would really die... The legends are all true, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..." He Jianfei suppressed his anger, punched Qin Xiaotian in the face, and shouted: "Human death. What's the use of saying this?! Will Chuanxun come back to life if you cry? Everyone thinks that the person who killed Chuanxun was Gui Lu, but in fact the real murderer is you!" Qin Xiaotian's whole body shook violently, and his cry suddenly stopped. Suddenly, the dormitory was filled with dead silence. Only then did He Jianfei remember that he was not trying to vent his anger on anyone. After taking a few deep breaths to calm down his excitement, he looked at the small figure with disgust and said hoarsely: "Tell me the legend of the Wrongful Ghost Road."
Qin Xiaotian's brother works in the student union. When he came to visit him a few days ago, he told him this legend and told him to be extremely careful. Yuangui Road, formerly known as Yougangding, existed in the early days of the school's establishment and was once used as the main school road. Fifty years ago, a girl was diagnosed with cancer during a physical examination. She was so desperate that she hanged herself here. While sweeping her grave, her classmates told her that the diagnosis was later determined to be a misdiagnosis and that she could actually live a good life. She was already extremely nostalgic for the world, but she could not let go of the resentment in her heart. She wandered on that path all day long, crying every night. From then on, no one dared to walk on this path at night. A few years later, a boy left something behind in the middle of the night and went back to get it, and never came back. Before the incident, someone had seen him wandering on that path in despair. It was said that his wronged ghost would return to the dormitory in the middle of the night. He seemed to be looking for something that he would go to get but never get. A few days later, another girl was kidnapped and raped and murdered. The occurrence locations of the two tragedies were surprisingly similar, which alarmed the student union. After days and nights of fierce debate, a resolution was finally passed confirming that a female ghost was responsible. At the same time, in order to warn future generations that taking blood means red, the Yougangding was renamed Chigangding. So far, there have been no more deaths in Chigangding every year, and the circumstances of death are exactly the same. Therefore, students privately call it the Road of Wrongful Ghosts. In order to maintain its reputation, the school strictly blocked information. Therefore, Chigangding was rarely known to the outside world. Most of the people who died were students from other schools and freshmen of the school who did not know about it.
If the saying that people die every year at Chigangding is true, then over the past fifty years, how many innocent ghosts have accumulated. It is conceivable how deep the grievances are. Zhang Chuanxun will definitely die. He Jianfei's suppressed anger was stirred up again. He took a step forward, grabbed Qin Xiaotian's collar and lifted him up: "Don't you have any conscience? Where is your humanity?!" Qin Xiaotian faced him. He Jianfei closed his eyes and cried bitterly: "I'm not a human, please kill me! Please, kill me..." He Jianfei was just about to slap him when he suddenly discovered that there was a layer of blood around Qin Xiaotian's body. Green air swirls around. Anger lingering? Qin Xiaotian is possessed by an innocent spirit! But what is puzzling is that the wronged soul also released energy to prevent He Jianfei from harming Qin Xiaotian. The evil spirit is actually protecting him? He Jianfei was startled and couldn't help but let go of his hand. According to common sense, the purpose of being possessed by an innocent soul is to use his body to achieve his own goals, so he will devour that person's soul at all costs. Why is the one on Qin Xiaotian so willing to sacrifice his life? To protect him