Following that, the members of the ghost catching group really began to teach Ling Huan Xinlong the Dao techniques.
All kinds of Daoist classics and Buddhist scriptures were placed in the shared space. After testing, if any ordinary group member read the books taken out from the shared space, their learning and comprehension speed would increase by ten times. As the group leader, Lin Ting's preferential treatment was that he could learn all the books in an instant.
The members of the ghost-catching group had finally found something to do. From today onwards, they would take turns to guide Ling Huan Xinlong in learning mantras and Buddhism.
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The next day, Lin Ting spent a day moving into the Sea-Cloud Villa.
When Li Xue found out that Lin Ting was moving, she looked reluctant and wanted to say something.
In the evening, Lin Ting went to Kong Sanshi's villa and sent Sun Jiao's ghost away with the Rebirth Talisman.
Then, Lin Ting left Kong Sanshi's villa.
On the way back, Lin Ting's phone rang. He took it out and saw that the caller ID was " Old Wang."
It was the taxi driver who had gone to the Golden City Hotel previously. Last time, Old Wang had shamelessly asked for Lin Ting's contact information.
"Priest Lin, something happened to my son. I don't know who to look for for help. I can only look for you.”The driver, Old Wang, said excitedly over the phone.
"Old Wang, don't be anxious. Tell me slowly. What happened to your son?”Lin Ting asked.
"My son is at school. During dinner tonight, we contacted each other on the phone as usual. I suddenly realized that the person on the other end of the phone wasn't my son. But his voice was exactly the same as my son's.”Old Wang said.
"Since the voice is the same, how did you determine that it's not your son?”Lin Ting asked curiously.
"Because my son and I have a close relationship, he usually doesn't call me father but old driver. However, during the phone call in the evening, he called me father several times. Most importantly, although my son's voice was still the same, his tone was cold and emotionless.”Old Wang explained over the phone.
"And then?"
"Then I felt strange, so I drove to my son's school. Do you know what I found? I actually found out that my son's high school was gone.”Old Wang said excitedly.
"What do you mean by high school is gone?" Lin Ting said.
"I just can't find the location of the school no matter how hard I try. I'm a taxi driver. It's impossible for me to not remember the way, right? Besides, I have the GPS. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this might be a supernatural event, so I called you, Priest Lin.”Old Wang said.
After listening to Old Wang's description, Lin Ting was basically certain that this was a supernatural event. However, he did not know what level of ghost was causing trouble.
"Old Wang, what's the name of your son's school?”Lin Ting asked.
"Yuying High School." Old Wang said.
"Yuying High School?" Lin Ting suddenly remembered that among the files he got from the municipal bureau, there seemed to be a file about Yuying High School." Old Wang, come and pick me up. I'll help you out."”
Lin Ting gave his address and took out his phone to check the files he had downloaded.
As expected, there was a file about Yuying High School.
[Archives No.: 14]
[Location: 199 Rotterdamm Road, Yuying Middle School.]
[Details of the incident: Yuying High School is a private high school. There have always been rumors that this school is haunted. It is unknown when it started, but this school will be shrouded in red shadows during a certain period of time in May every year. The dead will turn into ghosts and come back to claim their lives. Bright red blood will spread all over the building. Lonely souls will wander in the corridors. Those who have made mistakes will beg for forgiveness.] It was rumored that six students would die at Yuying High School during this period of time every year.
[Investigation results: After investigation, there were no supernatural incidents of students dying in Yuying Middle School in the past two years. It was a ghost story compiled by an unidentified netizen on the Internet.] If it is found to be false, the file can be sealed.
After reading the file, Lin Ting felt a little strange. The previous paranormal consultant had collected the files of Yuying High School, but he had come to the conclusion that there was no ghost.
Why was there a supernatural phenomenon here?
Lin Ting searched on the Internet. Indeed, there were supernatural legends about Yuying High School in S Sea City. They were centered around the red shadow, six students dying every year, and atonement. However, the people who exposed the news on the Internet were ambiguous, giving people the feeling that they wanted to say it but did not dare to say it.
In short, there wasn't much information on the Internet, and it wasn't very useful.
However, if six students died every year, it would be a big deal. It was impossible for there to be no information on the Internet.
Therefore, it was reasonable for the previous paranormal consultant to conclude that it was a rumor on the Internet after investigating.
Not long after, Old Wang drove a taxi over. Lin Ting didn't waste any time. He got in the car first and said anything on the way.
"Priest Lin, you live in Sea-Cloud Villa? I didn't know you were so rich. I'm really envious." Old Wang said.
"Let's not talk about these useless things first. Did you call your son again?”Lin Ting said.
"I did, but the notification said that the user's phone was turned off. However, it's not usually mealtime, and their school doesn't allow the use of phones.”Old Wang said.
"Oh, then let's go to the scene to take a look.”
Yuying High School implemented militarized management. The school was also located in the suburbs of S Sea City. It had a holiday once a month, and parents were usually prohibited from visiting.
Not long after, Old Wang drove a taxi to the Rotterdamer Road where Yuying High School was located.
"Priest Lin, do you feel that something is wrong?”Old Wang suddenly said in a trembling voice.
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