After entering the attic, the Suzaku phantom that led the way crashed into the door of the room not far away.
This strangely laid out room simply has the word "problem" written on it.
Yinglings who are able to hide their own aura are definitely not young, or in other words, they may not even be called Yinglings anymore.
Yu Lin held the Mingxuan fan with one hand and stepped forward to open the door to the room.
Because it is located in the attic, the height of the entire room is not high. Although you don't have to bend down to get in, it still gives people a strong sense of oppression.
The low room makes people feel depressed from the bottom of their hearts. Unlike the dusty floor outside, the room is unexpectedly tidy.
The room is not big. It looks like a standard children's room. To be precise, it should be a double children's room.
On one side of the room, there are two children's cribs of the same style, one pink and one blue, side by side.
There were children's toys that were popular a few years ago on the carpet next to the bed, and the whole room was empty.
The next second, the children's wooden horse on the ground suddenly began to slowly shake on its own, and then the music box placed on the table began to play intermittent and weird nursery rhymes.
If the person standing here were an ordinary person, no matter how courageous or nervous he was, he would be so frightened when he saw this scene that he would turn around and run away.
But unfortunately, as early as when Yu Lin was a child, Wuwu had used such scary events to train her.
So instead of leaving, Yu Lin pulled a chair in front of the carpet, sat down and looked at the shaking toys with interest.
The resentful spirit hidden in the vase looked at the strangely behaving human in front of him, roared twice in his heart, and his eyes gradually filled with blood-red color.
Just kill them all.
Such a disobedient person just made her stay with her sister...
My sister hasn't spoken for a long time. She must be bored.
This is his brother's dereliction of duty.
The shaking toy suddenly stopped moving, and the music box suddenly let out a harsh and shrill scream. In the next moment, a knife with a cold light flew out from the quilt and headed straight for Yu Lin's neck.
In the imagination of the resentful spirit, the knife that killed him and his sister would be stabbed into the neck of the ignorant woman in front of him, blood would gush out from her neck, and her soul would be trapped in this place forever.
In a small room.
But the fact is...
The moment the knife appeared, Yu Lin summoned the Mingxuan Fan at the same time, twisted the fan with his fingers, unfolded it, and blocked it directly in front of him.
The moment the sharp knife touched the fan, it was blown away by a burst of invisible spiritual power, and fell out of control and fell to the ground.
A wave of breath came from the vase on the top of the cabinet. Yu Lin raised his eyes and looked at the white porcelain vase with dried flowers on the cabinet.
Without any hesitation, she stepped forward, picked up the white porcelain bottle, raised it, and then let go of it neatly.
In order to prevent the porcelain bottle from falling into pieces on the carpet, Yu Lin specially held it away from the carpet before starting.
This series of operations happened in just a few seconds. Even the baby spirit in the bottle didn't even react, and watched helplessly as the porcelain bottle hit the floor and broke into several pieces.
Yingling:……
The leader of the Yu family, who smashed the opponent's hometown to pieces as soon as he came up, didn't realize it at all. He looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and said to himself doubtfully:
"How come nothing comes out?"
The unbearable baby spirit finally floated out from the hidden vase fragments.
A burst of black energy rose from the debris on the ground, and soon condensed into a resentful spirit in mid-air that looked like a six or seven-year-old child.
Yu Lin: "Such an adult still pretends to be a child?"