Chapter 97

The fluorescent lights in the courtyard were very bright, especially the searchlights on the cameras, which made the area they illuminated as bright as daylight.

However, just past midnight, the courtyard seemed to darken, and the fluorescent lights hanging there flickered like ghostly flames, as if they were about to go out at any moment.

The female host felt the temperature around her drop suddenly, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the temperature here has dropped a bit, and there seems to be a problem with the lighting equipment. Our police officers are currently repairing it."

With the illumination from the camera searchlights, a few figures could be seen moving about in the footage, apparently repairing the lighting. If you didn't know better, you might think they were ghosts.

After a brief inspection, the fluorescent lights were found to have no issues, but for some reason, they weren't as bright as before, only illuminating a small area nearby.

It was getting darker and colder, and the temperature continued to drop.

The female host was starting to feel scared. Her smile was forced, and her hand holding the microphone was trembling.

At that moment, the police chief ran over, and she extended the microphone to him: "Comrades, can you figure out what's going on?"

The police chief remained relatively calm and didn't show any fear. After a moment's thought, he said, "It's said that this happened last night too. The two people who stayed in the courtyard experienced it. We can ask them, and perhaps we can find out what's wrong."

Just then, a door nearby was suddenly slammed open, and Li Shuqin, the woman known as the fighter on the internet, burst out with disheveled hair.

"Don't catch me! Don't catch me! Ah...! I'll fight you if you come any closer!"

"There's a situation!"

The chief rushed over, trying to ask Li Shuqin what was happening, but the woman was strong, and he was caught off guard, almost being knocked down.

"What are you doing? Hold her down!" the chief shouted angrily at the two officers.

The two young police officers rushed over and struggled to subdue Li Shuqin.

The chief approached her, trying to ask her questions, but she spat in his face.

"Slap!"

The chief couldn't hold back and slapped her.

Li Shuqin was stunned, and her frenzied state stopped.

"Now tell me what happened. If you keep acting crazy, I'll send you to the station!"

Li Shuqin was dazed for a moment, and her mental state seemed to stabilize, but she still looked as if she had been greatly affected: "The King of Hell... I saw the King of Hell's procession. My... my dead husband was there. He said I killed him... It wasn't me... It wasn't me...."

Seeing that Li Shuqin was about to lose control again, the chief decided to have her taken away.

"Take this woman away. Don't leave her here."

The two police officers took Li Shuqin out. As soon as they left the courtyard, the people waiting outside immediately started taking photos with their phones.

They had heard everything clearly and some were even posting updates online. The news was explosive: the ghost house fighter had encountered a ghost. The title alone was very attention-grabbing.

However, not many people dared to take photos. There were about ten people earlier, but after Li Shuqin's encounter, five or six of them left the courtyard, leaving only a few brave ones.

The female host, who had seen Li Shuqin's frenzied state, couldn't help but tremble. The situation here seemed more complicated than she thought.

"Don't worry, we'll find out the truth soon. Xiao Li, is the person you were watching still in that room?"

Xiao Li was the officer guarding the door to Ding Ning's room. Since Ding Ning's room was in the main hall, which was far away, they couldn't see if Xiao Li was still there, so they had to shout.

The chief shouted, but there was no response from the dark area.

"Xiao Li? Xiao Li!"

The chief shouted again, but still no answer.

"Not good! Something must have happened to Xiao Li. Go and rescue him!"

The chief shouted and pulled out his gun, charging into the darkness.

One second... five seconds... suddenly, a gunshot rang out!

Everyone shuddered, and the female host dropped her microphone. The police officers were pale; the chief had actually fired a shot. He had fired a shot in a residential area. Was there really a dangerous criminal?

If there was a criminal, why didn't the chief shout?

The police officers looked at each other, none daring to approach.

Only the TV cameraman, who was still trembling, continued to film and directed the searchlight into the darkness.

The searchlight was turned to its maximum brightness, and the darkness in the courtyard seemed to be dispelled a little. In the depths of the darkness, a figure could be seen.

"It's Xiao Li!"

A police officer shouted. Xiao Li was walking mechanically, his hands stretched out as if something was attracting him.

Two police officers rushed over and pulled him out forcefully.

When the strong light of the searchlight hit Xiao Li, he seemed to regain some consciousness. He looked at his colleagues in shock and spoke in a broken voice: "Someone... a woman, she smiled at me. I wanted to go to her, but I couldn't reach her... I... Ah! It was a ghost!"

Xiao Li shouted and pushed his colleagues away, rushing out of the courtyard. By the time he reached the gate, he was clearly more lucid, but the realization made him even more terrified.

Just as Xiao Li rushed out, the police chief suddenly emerged from the darkness, still holding his gun, shouting: "You scoundrels want to kill me, stand still!"

Seeing the chief lose control and holding a gun, a police officer, emboldened by some unknown courage, picked up a flower pot and threw it at the chief.

The flower pot hit the chief on the head, and he stopped, mechanically turning his neck to look at the police officers with a blank expression. After a while, he said, "Quick, take me away."

"Thud!" He collapsed, unconscious.

The female host was now terrified, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She said to the cameraman, "Teacher Zhang, let's go. Let's go back."

The cameraman was still dedicated to his job. He felt that the footage he was capturing was incredibly valuable, even though he was also terrified. He wanted to film a bit more.

As he moved the camera to film for another minute, the female host suddenly saw a white figure floating in the air. She couldn't make out the clothes or the shape, but the face was one she would never forget—it was the wife of the TV station director!

The director's wife had died last year, officially from a heart attack, but in reality, she had committed suicide because her husband had an affair. The female host was the mistress.

Seeing the face in the air, the female host was on the verge of breaking down. She screamed and crawled out of the courtyard.

The police officers were still hesitant about whether to leave immediately when the courtyard experienced another strange phenomenon. The fluorescent lights, which had been flickering like ghostly flames, suddenly exploded!

One! Two! Three!

All three fluorescent lights exploded in less than five seconds, plunging the already dark courtyard into complete darkness.

"Whoosh!"

A strong wind blew, as if from the depths of hell, making everyone shiver. The cold seemed to penetrate their bones, almost freezing them.

In the darkness, a chilling laugh echoed!

It was eerie, like the laugh of a ghost in a horror movie, indistinguishable as male or female.

If everything before could be explained by natural phenomena, this laugh was too terrifying to be explained naturally.

People were breaking down. The police officers carried the chief out, and the cameraman, in a panic, dropped the tape he had just recorded but didn't stop to pick it up, running out with his camera.

The people outside were also in a panic. With the lights in the courtyard all out and the terrifying laughter, all the police and reporters ran out as if they were fleeing for their lives. It was clear that the place was haunted.

Everyone ran away, except for the bravest person, who picked up the dropped tape and ran.

The courtyard was now empty, lying in the darkness, with cold winds blowing, making it a place of fear.

Ding Ning's door opened, and he coughed for a while before stopping.

"Imitating a ghost's laugh is not easy. I had to laugh to make you run. Let's see who dares to disturb my cultivation this time."

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