Just where we saw the woman and her child last night, the woman was crying loudly with her hair disheveled. In her arms, the boy covered in blood was silent.

The blood that had flowed all over the floor showed through the strange black color, which was the color of the superposition of shadow and blood.

"Liu Chang, what are you doing?"

I suppressed my anger and asked.

Liu Chang's voice came: "Don't they want the child? If they don't want it, why do they want it? I'm just helping her. After all, she is my biological mother."

"you......"

There were too many people around, so I couldn't argue with her. I could only see the woman's miserable look and shook her head.

People will always pay the price for their actions, sooner or later.

From another perspective, ghosts are ghosts. Those who don’t have any resentment in their hearts may not become ghosts.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and in the end there was only a pool of black blood on the ground.

Then the blood stains were cleaned, and at the same time, the black shadow attached to the blood stains was also cleaned.

At the end, I tried to get Liu Chang to return to my shadow, but she refused without giving any reason.

In just one month, the two ghosts I spent all day with disappeared.

I'm not used to this sudden normal state.

Perhaps as a bone picker, I am not suitable for living an ordinary life.

I don’t know if I was aware of this, but in the second month after Liu Chang disappeared, I was once again involved in a supernatural incident. Unlike before, this time I was passive.

There are many clubs in the school, among which there is an art club whose main members are all art majors, which originally had nothing to do with me.

But the first friend I made in college, Wu Jian, joined the art club in order to chase a girl.

After his first club activity, he asked me to help him find information.

The art club plans to collectively paint a large oil painting. The content of the oil painting is "Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night".

I don't know why the art society used this title as an oil painting, but in order to help my friends, I helped collect some information.

I thought what happened next had nothing to do with me.

But I didn't expect that it was just the weekend and Wu Jian dragged me to the playground.

"Brother, what are you looking for? I'm almost embarrassed to death."

I had a question mark on my face: "Didn't you say you were looking for information about Hundred Ghost Night Parade? I also specifically bypassed the wall and went to foreign professional websites to find it."

"The Crow Tengu, the Snow Girl, and the Slippery Ghost, are these the Night Parade of the Hundred Ghosts?"

"Yeah." I took out my phone and opened the webpage I was looking for: "See for yourself."

Wu Jian didn't look at it, and stroked his forehead exaggeratedly: "Brother, it's not from abroad. It's from China, our own Hundred Ghosts Night Parade."

My head is filled with questions: "Are there hundreds of ghosts walking at night here?"

Wu Jian nodded and took out a piece of paper: "Look, they collected the Hundred Ghosts at Night."

When I looked at it, I saw that it said shaggy-headed ghost, birthing ghost, harem ghost, big-headed ghost, etc. Under each name, there was also a description and a story.

After reading the story, I saw that so and so did so and so, and finally turned into a relative ghost.

The story is a bit far-fetched, which is acceptable, but who are those toilet ghosts and bad-mouthed ghosts in the back?

In the end, it was estimated that there were not enough of them, and even Black and White Impermanence and Bull-Head-Horse-Faced were also added to the list.

The entire list is nondescript and feels extremely cheap.

I handed the paper back: "Well, why don't you think about using the overseas version? This version is a bit awkward."

"You know what, let's go, I'm going to paint with my dear."

After saying that, Wu Jian jumped away and left.

Sure enough, a man who falls in love will always arouse the undying youthful heart.

However, how do they draw the Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night? They can only rely on their own imagination. At least I can’t imagine what a toilet ghost should look like.

Wu Jian also worked hard to chase girls.

I would run to the art activity room after class every day, and later I started skipping classes to draw.

I meet him occasionally, and his body is always stained with paint, and he keeps repeating the deeds of ghosts and imagining what a ghost should look like.

Seeing how fascinated he was, I wanted to take him to see a real ghost.

The time I spent seeing Wu Jian became less and less, and in the end I didn't see him for five days in a row. Because I was absent from class, the counselor called me over to find out about Wu Jian's situation.

When he heard me talk about the activities of the art club, the counselor was very confused.

"You said Wu Jian is participating in the activities of the art club? But the art club has no activities during this time."

The counselor's words made me stunned. When I asked, I found out that the counselor stayed in the school after graduating from the art major. Although he was no longer a student, he still hung out in the art club and regarded his former major as a hobby.

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I don't doubt that the counselor lied to me, I'm just a little worried about Wu Jian.

In front of the counselor, I directly called Wu Jian.

After the phone rang a few times, it was connected. I asked directly: "Wu Jian, where are you?"

"In the art club."

"Is there any activity in the art club?"

"Yes, didn't I tell you? We all need to complete the Hundred Ghosts Night Journey together. Okay, let's not talk anymore. We are busy."

I hung up the phone and looked at the counselor.

The counselor thought for a while, then took out the phone and put it on speakerphone.

There was a female voice on the phone. When the counselor asked about the art club activities, the female voice was surprised: "There are no activities. I have never heard of the Hundred Ghosts at Night. Is there someone under the guise of our art club?"

What activities are you doing in private?"

The counselor chatted with her for a few words, hung up the phone, looked at me and said, "The person I just contacted was the president of the art club. She couldn't have known about the art club's activities. Didn't Wu Jian say he was in the art club?

That’s right, let’s go there together.”

The counselor and I rushed to the art club.

The door of the art club was closed and locked. Not to mention Wu Jian, there was not even a ghost.

At the guidance of the counselor, I called Wu Jian again. When I mentioned that he was not in the art club, Wu Jian was not surprised.

"You're really here. I have a secret base in the art club. People who are not from the art club can't come in."

After talking for a long time, Wu Jian refused to tell where the secret base was. He only said that it was a secret that only people in the art club knew.

There was no other way, so the counselor had to call the president of the art club again.

The other party chatted on the phone for a long time, and finally said: "Under the art club. Wasn't that a garage before? Later, it was partitioned off, and some props of the art club were placed. A special door was opened so that you can enter from the side of the art club. Indeed.

Many people call it a secret base."

After asking for the location, the counselor and I walked around the art club and found a small door leading downward from the stairs at the back.
Chapter completed!