I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

It was already dark, and we walked to the door of the haunted building.

When I walked to the door, I found that the door of this haunted building was locked tightly and had several iron chains on it. Then I remembered that I didn't let Boss Niu open the door.

When I turned around, Boss Niu and his driver had disappeared.

This Boss Niu is really something. I asked him to leave, but he ran faster than a rabbit.

At this time, Xiaopang reached out and grabbed the chain. He exerted force with both hands and actually straightened the chain. Then he reached out and pushed, and opened the door.

This meal was not in vain. He was so strong that he straightened the iron chain which was thicker than my wrist in one go.

After the door opened, a gust of cold wind blew towards me, and even with my level of cultivation, I couldn't help but shiver.

Yuankong immediately chanted "Amitabha", clasped his hands together, hung the rosary between his hands, and began to recite a few verses of scriptures silently.

However, along with the sound of Yuankong chanting scriptures, the yin energy in the hall on the first floor became more dense, and there were also some shrill wailing sounds in his ears.

"Yuankong, stop chanting. The sound of your chanting will not only not calm them down, but will make them even more violent." I called out.

Yuankong sighed helplessly and stopped immediately, but held the rosary tightly in his hand.

Xiaopang stretched out his hand and directly summoned out the eight-sided purple gold hammer, looking around vigilantly.

Uncle Huzi also took out the big knife I gave him and followed me. Uncle Huzi is now extraordinary, with a demonic aura all over his body, and he is a tiger demon. He has pure yang energy and is immune to all evil. I feel a lot more at ease having him by my side.

After staying in the hall for a while, the Yin energy had turned into black air, floating back and forth in the entire hall, and becoming increasingly dense.

This phenomenon is definitely not caused by just a fire.

That fire only killed sixty or seventy people that year, so the accumulated resentment could not have been so heavy.

When we dealt with the ghost couple, the fire killed two to three hundred people, but it was not even half as dense as the yin energy here.

"Angkor, what on earth happened here? Why is the yin energy so terrifying?" Yuankong looked at me in disbelief.

"This is a dangerous place. I don't know how many people have died here. It is not suitable for building residential buildings. The predecessor of this building was once a mass grave and later became a crematorium. I have looked at the feng shui here before. The current consequences are all caused by human factors." I explained briefly.

"So what should we do now?" Xiaopang looked at me.

"Let's go upstairs and take a look. I feel the eerie spirit here is even stronger upstairs." I waved to everyone.

"Okay, young master, we will all listen to you." Uncle Huzi responded.

At this time, I also drew out the Tianpeng ruler, touched the Tiangang seal on my waist, and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

At this moment, it seemed as if time had gone back, and I felt like I was back in the same situation as when I first entered the girls’ dormitory and met Sister Fangna.

It is very likely that the most powerful ghost in this haunted building is even stronger than Sister Na.

I asked everyone to be vigilant and not to take it lightly.

The building was very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of our footsteps could be heard.

The compass has lost all its function here. The yin energy is thick and chaotic, as if every place is filled with terrifying ghosts.

We each held a magical weapon in our hands and quickly reached the second floor. Although the yin energy was very strong, nothing strange happened.

Just quiet, dead quiet.

We all held our breath and continued walking up the stairs.

Along the way, one can see many charred marks on the stairs. It is estimated that those people with flames on their bodies fell to the ground when they ran down the stairs and were killed.

There are many ways to die in this world, and being burned to death is undoubtedly one of the most painful ways.

Because people have to suffer for a long time before they will die completely.

Sister Na also set herself on fire and burned herself to death.

Strangely, we kept walking up the stairs and when we climbed to the tenth floor, still nothing happened.

I just feel that the yin energy in this place is getting stronger and stronger.

Xiao Pang, who was impatient, was getting a little impatient. He said in a muffled voice, "Hey, why can't we see any ghosts here? Do they think we are too powerful and scared them away from showing up?"

"Xiaopang, you are too confident. Why don't you say that you are so handsome that those ghosts don't want to attack us?" Uncle Huzi rolled his eyes.

"That's also possible." Xiaopang said shamelessly.

I ignored their conversation and continued walking forward. The further I walked, the more charred marks I saw. Each of these marks represented a life that had once fallen in this place.

I continued walking forward in silence. This building has a total of twenty-eight floors. I wonder which floor the powerful ghost is hiding on.

I just kept walking forward with my head down, and before I knew it I had climbed very high, but I still didn't encounter any ghosts.

But as we were walking, Yuankong suddenly stopped and said to me, "Angkor, something is wrong. There is a smell of smoke."

I stopped and looked around. In the dark building, even with my third eye open, everything looked hazy.

At this time, after Yuankong's reminder, I seemed to smell a scent of smoke. I looked up towards the stairs and saw that we were on the eighteenth floor.

This is not an auspicious number, and the concept of the eighteen levels of hell immediately emerged in my mind.

Just as we were distracted, the smoke and dust grew thicker and the temperature around us began to rise continuously.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of fire shot out from the upstairs and swept towards us.

Xiao Pang looked back and shouted excitedly: "Oh no, oh no, there's a fire down there."

I looked back and saw a ball of fire mixed with thick smoke coming out from behind us.

This is a haunted building that has been abandoned for more than ten years. It is impossible for a fire to suddenly appear again. It must be an illusion.

Thinking of this, I shouted, "Don't panic, it must be an illusion. Those ghosts created the illusion of the fire that year. Let's go downstairs." I called out.

As we were walking down here, Yuankong's eyes suddenly flashed with a golden light, blocking our way: "Angkor, this is not an illusion, this is a real fire."