In addition, the boy who was hanged at the west side door was also related to Wang Chen's family. This fact made Jiang Xinyou almost gnashed her teeth with hatred. Although the cancer of Wang Chen's family was now eradicated, she also saved two children from Xu Wan.

It cost a human life, but Jiang Xinyou is still deeply worried about the curse left by Xu Wan.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Leng Yan, Qian Shuang and his entourage finally came back. Yang Wu and the others did not encounter the incident of ghosts breaking into the wall, so they were safe.

After discussion, everyone went to the hospital to visit Liu Xu and He Chengtian. Especially after seeing Liu Xu, who was blind, the girls almost burst into tears.

Everyone is complaining about their decision to take that photo, but tomorrow is Monday, and they can no longer gather together at such a careless time as on the weekend. The only way is to cast an exorcism spell on each of them.

, Xia Qianshuang was still worried and asked Leng Yan to hand each of them a rune.

"Does this mean we will be fine?" Li Jiawen asked worriedly, fearing that Xu Wan's ghost would haunt her again. However, Xia Qianshuang didn't know how to answer. Things are unpredictable, and the exorcism spell can be broken.

, it depends on how powerful Xu Wan's undead is.

When leaving the hospital, Jiang Xinyou couldn't help but hold Xia Qianshuang's hand and said, "I have a suggestion. How about we go to the west entrance tonight?"

Although he never doubted any of Xinyou's decisions, Qian Shuang still asked her suspiciously: "What are you doing at the west side gate?"

Jiang Xinyou's dark eyes darkened, a sharp cold light flashed in her eyes, she stared closely at Xia Qian's shining eyes, and said cautiously: "I want to find the ghost of the boy who hanged him!"

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Zeng Xian is a boy who doesn't like to talk much. He has a handsome appearance and fair skin. His roommates secretly say that he looks very girly.

But Zeng Xian was not angry about this. He had a good temper. No matter what others said, he just laughed it off and never took those unpleasant words to heart.

In August a year ago, in the midsummer season in City C, the freshmen who were participating in military training were all sweating profusely from the heat. Zeng Xian also suffered from heat stroke while standing in the military posture, but he was laughed at by his classmates again.

He lay in the infirmary all afternoon and received approval from the instructor not to participate in the military training mission that day. After his body recovered, Zeng Xian quietly left the school and went to the West Street milk tea shop to eat ice.

The sun was just right that day, with blue light and no clouds. It was the most beautiful time.

But Zeng Xian never thought that this would be the last time he would feel the sunshine, feel the warmth, and perceive the world.

That day, his mouth and nose were covered with a drugged handkerchief, and he was mercilessly killed while he was in a coma. A hemp rope as thick as an arm was strangled around his fair neck, just as all the freshmen were taking military theory.

During class, he was put into a strange Chinese tunic suit by the murderer at night, and hung cruelly on the old locust tree at the west door...

Click. Click.

The tragic scene after his death was taken into bizarre photos one after another. Greedy humans disappeared into the night with their cameras, but his body swayed in the wind under the old locust tree, like an abandoned doll on a sunny day...

At 8:30 on Sunday night, Jiang Xinyou and Xia Qianshuang came to the west door under the old locust tree.

The cold wind blew across my face, and my slender fingers tightly grasped the thick tree trunk.
Chapter completed!