I've become Erlang Shen, only now I'm mysteriously resurrected.

Chapter 38: A Mysterious Resurgence, or Just a Play of the Supernatural?

"Southern Jiangsu!"

"Southern Jiangsu!"

Shen Wenjing looked a bit like she was possessed, shouting in Luo Shaofeng's direction, trying to make sure the person on the other end of the phone could hear her!

Because the hands-free mode wasn't on, Shen Wenjing couldn't hear Su Nan's voice at all. She had originally wanted to confirm whether it was the Su Nan she knew by listening to his voice.

Su Nan, on the other end of the phone, heard it, but chose to ignore it.

She replied to Luo Shaofeng in a calm and indifferent tone, "Okay, I'll be there soon."

After saying that, Su Nan hung up the phone.

"Wenjing, do you know this important person named Su Nan?" Zhao Meiting and Zhu Xiaohua immediately surrounded her, their eyes lighting up again as they both looked at her.

"I...I..." Shen Wenjing was completely stunned by the question, her body seemingly nailed to the spot.

Yes, she knows someone named Su Nan.

But that man from southern Jiangsu was dirt poor.

Shen Wenjing would rather shorten her lifespan than marry a poor boy.

How could it be Su Nan, whom even important figures respectfully address as "senior"?

"I...I know someone named Su Nan, but it shouldn't be the same person, it's just a coincidence of names."

Shen Wenjing's voice was dry and lifeless; she couldn't even convince herself, and could only attribute it all to having the same name.

The light in Zhao Meiting and Zhu Xiaohua's eyes vanished instantly, and they plunged back into despair.

"Everyone go back to your rooms and stay there. We will come up one by one to check on you."

Luo Shaofeng put away his phone and spoke in a deep voice to the students standing in the hall, his tone carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The once noisy crowd instantly fell silent. No one dared to object; they hung their heads and walked shakily towards the stairwell.

Some of the girls' legs were so weak they couldn't stand, and they had to be helped by their companions to slowly make their way up the stairs.

At this time, the fourth-floor rental room

Once the door was closed,

The three girls slumped in their chairs, sitting there with blank stares, without saying a word.

The silence was suffocating.

Zhao Meiting was the first to break down, and she started sobbing again, crying harder and harder, filled with regret.

"When I met that god tonight, why did I pretend to be reserved... I regret it so much. If there is a next time, if I meet him again, even if I strip naked in front of him, I will definitely force myself on him. I will never let go of any opportunity again."

Shen Wenjing sat to the side, glancing at Zhao Meiting. She slowly raised her head and looked at the ceiling, her fingers gripping the edge of the chair so tightly that her knuckles turned red.

She was unwilling to accept this; she was unwilling to simply sit and wait for her death.

Southern Jiangsu

Southern Jiangsu.

What if?

What if it's the same person?

It was clearly unrealistic, but in moments of despair,

She was like a drowning person, clinging desperately to even the smallest straw, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance.

Although it's ridiculous, for someone who can only wait quietly and has no other options, something is better than nothing.

Shen Wenjing's trembling fingers unlocked the screen, found Su Nan's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang twice before being hung up.

She tried again, and got the same result.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

The sound, like water droplets falling, was very soft, yet it pierced the deathly silence of the rented room like needles, making it particularly jarring.

Zhao Meiting was lying on the table, and the liquid was dripping between her fingers.

She reached out to touch the warm, sticky substance, and suddenly looked up. The first thing she saw was the red mark on Zhu Xiaohua's chin, dripping down her jawline and landing on the table.

"Xiaohua, why are your nose and eyes bleeding? Is this a symptom of an infectious disease?"

Zhao Meiting's voice trembled uncontrollably, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

She hurriedly turned her head and saw Shen Wenjing's face again. Similarly, two streaks of blood slid from the corner of Shen Wenjing's eye to her jaw.

These two images caused Zhao Meiting to recoil, her back slamming hard against the chair back, which creaked loudly on the floor.

"Infectious disease? Huh, why am I bleeding? I didn't even know it. Meiting, your eyes and nose are bleeding too."

Zhu Xiaohua belatedly realized what was happening and was completely baffled. She raised her hand to wipe her face, and when her fingertips touched the red stains all over her hand, her eyes widened instantly, and her voice became so shrill it was almost split.

She hadn't felt anything at all; if Zhao Meiting hadn't pointed it out, she wouldn't have noticed at all.

At this moment, Shen Wenjing also touched her face.

In a short while, the three of them looked at each other, and found fear on each other's faces.

"Why... my chest feels so uncomfortable. Do you guys feel hot? It's like I've been thrown into an induction cooker and baked, the heat is radiating from my bones."

Suddenly, Zhu Xiaohua, still in a panic, bent over, one hand covering her chest, breathing rapidly like a bellows, her face as pale as paper, and she said tremblingly.

"We seem to be too."

Shen Wenjing and Zhao Meiting nodded in unison.

"Come quick, look! What are those guys in black doing outside?"

Zhao Meiting stumbled to the window and looked at the scene outside through the partially drawn curtains, asking questions.

The other two quickly moved closer and peered down through the gap in the curtains.

Downstairs in the open space, Luo Shaofeng and his men from Bureau 749 were busy at work; some were carrying iron buckets.

Splashing black dog blood along the base of the wall, ladle by ladle.

The dark red liquid spread out patches of marks on the cement floor;

Someone was swinging a hammer and driving a peach wood stake engraved with runes into the ground. Each time it was hit, a sound was heard.

Some people also wear five-emperor coins.

These are all life-suppressing objects, the foundation of the spirit-locking array.

This formation can lock away evil spirits and strange occurrences, and can also affect the original feng shui and five elements.

For ordinary people, nothing is wrong.

But for the bizarre and evil spirits, it is a counteracting factor.

The bleeding of people like Shen Wenjing was caused by this.

They also saw that the nearby residents were being driven away, but their building was surrounded like an iron barrel, and not even a fly could get out.

Why do I feel so creeped out...?

Zhao Meiting hugged her arms, her voice trembling violently.

"This scene is too strange. There are five-emperor coins, lime, and black donkey hooves. Who would use this to prevent infectious diseases?"

Zhao Meiting then continued.

"Yes, I also think it's too weird."

After wiping the blood off her face, Zhu Xiaohua moved closer to the two of them. "Is this really an infectious disease? It looks like... like it's used to deal with unclean things. My grandma said that when the village was haunted, they would do this."

This scene inevitably reminded her of the feudal superstitions her grandmother had mentioned.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Shen Wenjing took a deep breath, straightened up, wiped the blood from her face, and forced herself to remain calm. "What era are we living in? Why do we still believe in those feudal superstitions? We are educated and should believe in science."

"Jingwen, do you think... ghosts really exist in this world?"

Zhu Xiaohua grabbed her arm, her nails almost digging into her flesh, and her whole body was trembling like a leaf.

If someone had asked her before tonight, she would have said on the spot that the person was sick, but what she saw today has made her beliefs begin to waver.

"How is that possible? It's the 21st century, where would these things come from?"

Shen Wenjing retorted.

The room fell silent for a few seconds, then an inappropriate voice suddenly rang out.

I believe you.

Zhao Meiting suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat low.

Shen Wenjing and the other woman both turned to look at her.

"You've forgotten what I said tonight."

Zhao Meiting looked at them, her eyes still filled with regret, "I encountered a deity, there are actually deities, then there must be something dirty about them."

"Zhao Meiting, even at a time like this, you're still adding to the chaos and spouting nonsense. You need to believe in science!"

Shen Wenjing glared at her, unable to suppress her irritation.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a few scattered sounds came from outside the door.

The sound was strange; it wasn't normal footsteps, but the scraping of fingernails against a cement wall. In the quiet stairwell, it sent chills down one's spine.

"I'd like to see what's behind this charade."

Shen Wenjing didn't believe in ghosts or gods, and just thought it was a prank.

She reached out and grabbed the doorknob, opening the door directly.

She took a step forward and peeked out.