Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 61

Chapter 61: This Was My First Kiss! (Part 2)

Song Zhiwei rushed over with a ferocious expression, filled with hatred and resentment.

Xie Yu didn’t move. A puppet thread was thrown past her, directly sending Song Zhiwei flying into the wall.

She was subdued.

Sang Jing walked into the house, and Xie Yu followed, closing the door.

Song Zhiwei looked at Sang Jing warily, still with a fierce expression, but she didn’t dare to move recklessly anymore.

“Why did you run?” Sang Jing asked nonchalantly, then looked up at the body hanging from the chandelier.

It had just died, and the body hadn’t stiffened yet. The clothes were indeed wet and were still dripping water, which was a little turbid.

Sang Jing’s nose twitched. She smelled the scent of cinnabar.

She turned her head to look at Song Zhiwei in the corner. Song Zhiwei didn’t dare to look at her and didn’t speak, her soul-body shrinking.

Taking Song Zhiwei’s body down, Sang Jing indeed found traces of cinnabar on the body, but it had been mostly washed away by the water, and it was impossible to tell what kind of talisman it was.

Sang Jing lowered her eyes. There was another Celestial Master in this place.

“Who did you come here to see?” Sang Jing asked again.

Song Zhiwei refused to say, shaking her head frantically.

Xie Yu ‘tsk’ed impatiently, wishing she could pry her mouth open.

She turned to look at Sang Jing, who had actually reached out and pinched Song Zhiwei’s body’s chin, prying her mouth open.

Sang Jing looked at the black ash in the body’s mouth and murmured, “Talisman ash…”

So cautious. Afraid that Song Zhiwei would say something, she even used a talisman on her to make her unable to speak.

It seemed that she wouldn’t be able to get anything out of Song Zhiwei’s mouth.

Sang Jing began to walk around the house. Not every household in this building was inhabited by a ghost; there were many empty rooms.

Are all the ghosts living here former residents of Chaoyang Community? If not, then why have they gathered here, and why do they carry such great resentment?

Looking down from the window, she could see the community gate. That security guard was still standing there.

Soon, Sang Jing confirmed the answer to one question. Not all of these ghosts were residents of Chaoyang Community.

In just a short while, three or four more ghosts had appeared at the community gate. They were lost and helpless, yet expectant. In the end, they all walked towards the only tall building in the community.

Before long, Sang Jing saw two figures rush out from downstairs in a panic.

It was Bei Shan and Cui Wangshu. They seemed to have been startled by something.

The phone in her pocket vibrated. Sang Jing took it out and glanced at it.

It was from Cui Wangshu.

【Sang Sang! A ghost suddenly came to this house. The team leader and I jumped out the window and ran. I’ll let you know when we find a suitable place.】

Sang Jing also glanced at the current time. It was almost midnight.

In the time it took to look at the message, the closed main door on their side suddenly made a sound of the handle turning—

The moment the door opened, Sang Jing used the puppet thread to roll up Xie Yu and hide with her in the bedroom.

The ghost who opened the door saw the body on the floor and Song Zhiwei in the corner and frowned. “Didn’t you say it was an empty room?”

It took a step back, looked at the door number, and its frown relaxed. It closed the door sheepishly. “Wrong room.”

Xie Yu in the bedroom let out a sigh of relief. “That scared me to death.”

“So useless,” Sang Jing said, glancing at her. She took out the small gourd, released the evil spirit, and had it go and bring Bei Shan and Cui Wangshu over.

Bei Shan and Cui Wangshu’s living qi was too heavy, making it inconvenient for them to move around.

After waiting for a while, the evil spirit returned, but it didn’t bring back Bei Shan and Cui Wangshu, only the notebook she had given to Bei Shan at that time.

The evil spirit couldn’t find them.

“So useless,” Xie Yu said, poking the evil spirit’s shoulder with her finger. Then she saw its face, which was the same as hers, and changed her tune. “A useless little snack with only good looks.”

Sang Jing: “…” Narcissistic.

Sang Jing took out her phone and sent a message to Cui Wangshu. The moment the message was sent, it was midnight.

All the lights in the entire building went out, all the yin energy surged, and the temperature dropped sharply.

A sharp ghostly shriek suddenly came from the living room, mixed with the ghostly shrieks of the entire building, stirring up the yin energy of the entire building.

Her qi and blood surged up in an instant. This was even more severe than the one she had suffered in Li Family Village. Sang Jing felt like her internal organs were about to explode.

She quickly drew a talisman on herself, but her hands and feet still went weak uncontrollably. She tasted a bloody taste in her mouth, and her eyeballs ached as if they were about to burst.

She raised her hand and covered her ears, but it was useless. These ghostly shrieks directly attacked the soul, carrying the deepest resentment and hatred, a torment that could not be freed from for a long time.

Seeing that she was about to fall, Xie Yu quickly supported her and squatted down. “Sang Jing? Sang Jing, are you alright?”

Sang Jing couldn’t hear her speak. She quickly grabbed Xie Yu’s hand and placed it on her ear, covering it tightly.

Pain, a tearing pain.

Sang Jing blinked her eyes. She felt a warm liquid flow from her eyes, with a bright color, blurring the image of Xie Yu in front of her.

Seeing Sang Jing’s eyes bleed, Xie Yu was anxious. “I, what should I do? Tell me, how can I help you?”

Sang Jing pressed her hand and took a deep breath. “Suck, suck out the ghostly energy. Suck out the ghostly energy in my body.”

If it weren’t for the continuous ghostly shrieks, she could have handled it herself. But if she let go of her hands on her ears, the ghostly shrieks would probably have directly made her body explode and die on the spot.

Xie Yu misunderstood.

Suck it out…

But Sang Jing was pressing her hand…

“Hurry up!” Sang Jing kicked Xie Yu.

Still in a daze at this time? In a little while, she would become a fool.

“Ah, alright, alright!”

Xie Yu used her wrist to lift Sang Jing’s face up, then pressed her lips against hers.

Sang Jing’s eyes widened abruptly, looking at the person in front of her in disbelief.

What is this ghost doing!?

Cold lips pressed against hers. The pain in her body was slowly drawn out, and the ghostly energy that had drilled into her body was transferred to Xie Yu through their joined lips.

Xie Yu’s eyes were squeezed shut, her long eyelashes trembling, and her hands were also shaking uncontrollably.

So warm, so soft, so sweet, so hungry, I really want to eat her…

Xie Yu slowly opened her eyes, her pupils turning dark. She tasted the blood in Sang Jing’s mouth.

Her closed lips slightly parted, and Xie Yu bit Sang Jing.

Sang Jing’s eyes were filled with fire and daggers.

She even dared to open her mouth and bite.

The ghostly shrieks stopped, and the ghostly energy was also sucked clean. Sang Jing pulled Xie Yu away and glared at her angrily. “You—!”

Xie Yu sat on the ground and looked at her righteously. “Me? What about me? You told me to suck it. You didn’t tell me how to suck it. Then there’s only the mouth. I really helped you just now. You can’t… hit me.”

Xie Yu had been bold for a moment, but now she was a little guilty. She was really afraid that Sang Jing would go crazy with anger and beat her up.

Sang Jing took a few deep breaths, as if she were really about to go crazy with anger. She suddenly licked her lip, which had been bitten and licked by Xie Yu. It was a little swollen.

Pah, pah. She wiped it twice with her hand.

Xie Yu saw her wipe her mouth and heard the sound of a broken heart. “You’re so disgusted. This was my first kiss!”

Sang Jing was so angry she glared at her without thinking. “Wasn’t it mine too?”

Xie Yu pursed her lips, a little pleased in her heart.

Oh, it was her first kiss too.

That’s right. Sang Jing didn’t look like she had ever been in a relationship.

The smug and secretly pleased expression couldn’t be suppressed, the corners of her mouth rising so high they almost reached the sky.

Sang Jing raised her hand and slapped Xie Yu on the face, pushing her away. “Get lost.”

What Xie Yu had just said was not wrong. At that time, she was holding Xie Yu’s hand, and her words were indeed not clear.

Sang Jing could only suppress her anger.

Xie Yu turned and bounced twice, following behind her.

Happy.

She remembered that Bei Shan had also said that there would be ghostly cries here in the middle of the night. Her and Song Zhiwei’s seven orifices had probably been bleeding because they had been hit by the ghostly shrieks. When they had arrived, the ghostly shrieks were probably about to end, so they hadn’t been stimulated too much. Otherwise, they would have seen the ghosts of Bei Shan and Song Zhiwei.

Wait—

Bei Shan! Cui Wangshu!

Sang Jing quickly threw her anger to the back of her mind and turned to the ghost behind her. “Come here.”

Although she didn’t have a good expression on her face, she hadn’t hit her.

Xie Yu’s standards were not high. This was already very good.

She took two steps to Sang Jing’s side. “What’s wrong?”

Sang Jing didn’t look at her, her neck stiff. She reached back and pulled Xie Yu out.

The main door was wide open. After the ghostly shrieks, Song Zhiwei was gone, and only her body was left in the living room.

The corridor was empty. Sang Jing pulled Xie Yu straight to the elevator and went up to the thirty-third floor.

When the ghostly shrieks had shaken them, all the yin energy had gathered in that one place. There must be something up there. Instead of aimlessly looking for Bei Shan and Cui Wangshu, it was better to solve this ghostly place, and the people would naturally come out.

On the top floor, Sang Jing saw ghosts everywhere, including the security guard and the mother and daughter she had seen before, and also the ghosts from the elevator.

It seemed that all the ghosts in this building had gathered on the top floor.

Sang Jing looked over but did not see Bei Shan and Cui Wangshu.

Then they should still be alive.

These ghosts were gathered in a circle, kneeling in one direction. The yin energy on their bodies was constantly being drawn out, and in the end, it all surged towards a stone platform in the center.

There seemed to be a body on the stone platform, covered with a white cloth from head to toe. There was a talisman drawn with blood on the white cloth. The talisman was drawn in one stroke, and the person who had drawn it was very skilled. The talisman was about five or six tenths similar.

Sang Jing squinted her eyes and hooked a sarcastic smile.

She recognized that talisman. It was from her teacher’s hand, the one carved on Shen Jue’s back.

Someone had imitated her teacher’s talisman. What did they want to do?

Sang Jing watched quietly. After these ghosts had offered all their yin energy, it was as if a thread was connected to them, and they were controlled by someone to leave the top floor and return to their rooms.

Sang Jing pulled Xie Yu and hid on the side. After all the ghosts had gone down, she came out.

The yin energy on the top floor was still very heavy. The air was as thick as ink, and it was so gloomy it was as if water could drip from it.

Around the platform was a Bagua formation formed with blood, for gathering qi. Some knowledgeable people would use it on their ancestral graves to gather spiritual qi and bless their descendants’ luck. But in this place, it was to gather yin energy and resentment.

“Hey!” Xie Yu suddenly cried out.

Sang Jing originally didn’t want to bother with her, but hearing her cry out in panic, she still subconsciously turned to look at her.

Her pupils suddenly constricted.

“Sang Jing!” Xie Yu looked at Sang Jing.

The dense yin energy mixed with resentment in the surroundings seemed to have found a home the moment Xie Yu stepped into the formation, and it frantically drilled into her body.

Not only that, but the resentment and malevolence offered by those ghosts also surged out from the body on the platform, forcibly and aggressively seeking out Xie Yu.

The yin energy stirred up a wind, which blew up the white cloth on the platform, revealing the face of the “body” below.

Sang Jing looked over, and her forehead suddenly twitched.

Shen Jue.