After surviving my ordeal, I learned that the school beauty had given birth to twins for me.

Chapter 188 Black Chrysanthemum Mark

Zhao Rui immediately slung his backpack over his shoulder and followed, his hand unconsciously reaching for the military dagger tucked into his waistband.

Deputy Director Zhou and the two police officers exchanged a glance and quickly followed, but neither dared to get too close. They stopped about twenty meters away from the building, nervously watching Shen Yu and the others' backs.

The unit doors of Fu'an Building were rusty and ajar. Pushing them made a creaking sound that was particularly eerie in the quiet alley.

A cold wind blew out of the building, carrying a faint smell of dust and blood.

Zhao Rui shivered, feeling the hairs on his body stand on end.

Even though he was wearing a thick down jacket, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, with the cold seeping in through the gaps in his clothes and seeping out along his bones.

My head started to feel dizzy, I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, and I felt tightness in my chest and couldn't breathe.

"How is it? Can you feel it now?" Jiang Xinlan asked softly, looking at his pale face.

Zhao Rui nodded vigorously, a hint of awe finally appearing in his eyes: "I sense it... something is definitely wrong in this building."

He quickly took out a high-powered flashlight and a safety helmet from his backpack and handed them to Shen Yu and Jiang Xinlan: "Mr. Shen, Ms. Jiang, please put on your safety helmets. There may be falling bricks in the building."

Shen Yu didn't take it, but simply said, "You can wear it yourself."

After saying that, he walked into the building expressionlessly, as if he felt no coldness or discomfort.

He even had the leisure to look up at the graffiti on the wall and said, "Matsumoto Kenichi's technique is very crude. This Yin Chrysanthemum Absorption Formation is full of loopholes. It didn't even do the most basic thing of concealing wind and gathering energy."

Zhao Rui followed behind Shen Yu, gripping the powerful flashlight tightly in his hand, and cautiously looked around.

The flashlight beam could only illuminate two or three meters in the darkness. The surroundings were pitch black, and they always felt that something was watching them from the shadows.

The stair railings were rusty, and touching them left your hands covered in rust. The floor was littered with garbage and discarded furniture, which creaked underfoot.

"Mr. Shen, please be careful!" Zhao Rui said nervously. "I'll go ahead and scout ahead! I'm skilled; I'll protect you if anything happens!"

"No need," Shen Yu said calmly. "There's nothing here that can hurt me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the window at the end of the second-floor corridor slammed shut with a bang, making a jarring sound.

Zhao Rui jumped in fright, immediately raised his flashlight and shone it in the direction of the light, shouting, "Who's there?!"

The flashlight beam shone through the empty corridor, except for a dilapidated table swaying gently in the wind.

"Don't be nervous," Shen Yu said without turning his head. "It's just the wind."

Zhao Rui scratched his head awkwardly, put away his flashlight, and followed Shen Yu even more cautiously.

He was completely impressed. This Mr. Shen, to remain so calm in such a gloomy and terrifying place, was simply extraordinary.

The two walked up floor by floor. Shen Yu walked very slowly, occasionally stopping to reach out and touch the wall.

"The room of each deceased person was located in the most unlucky position in the apartment layout."

Shen Yu pointed to a room at the end of the corridor and said,

"Kenichi Matsumoto deliberately rented these rooms to migrant workers in order to collect their vital energy and fortune."

Zhao Rui looked in the direction he pointed and saw that the door to the room was ajar. A small black chrysanthemum was painted on the door with red paint, but it was covered by thick dust and could not be seen at all without careful observation.

"There really are chrysanthemums!" Zhao Rui leaned closer for a look and exclaimed in surprise, "We've come to scout this out several times before, and we never found these!"

"It's normal that you can't see it," Jiang Xinlan said. "It was drawn with evil magic; only those who can sense yin energy can see it clearly."

Zhao Rui nodded, his gaze towards Shen Yu filled with even greater awe.

When he reached the third floor, Shen Yu stopped.

"The innermost room has been sealed off with cement," Shen Yu said.

Zhao Rui immediately ran over to take a look and sure enough, he saw that the door at the very end of the corridor had been covered with a cement wall, which blended in with the surrounding walls and was not noticeable unless you looked closely.

"Strange, how come we didn't notice this before?" Zhao Rui said, frowning. "This wall looks very new; it must have been built within the last year."

"Built by Kenichi Matsumoto." Shen Yu walked to the wall and raised his right hand.

Just as Zhao Rui was about to speak, he saw Shen Yu punch the cement wall.

With a loud "bang," a huge crack instantly appeared in the cement wall, and pieces of gravel rained down.

Zhao Rui's eyes widened, and his mouth opened so wide it could fit an egg.

This is a concrete wall over ten centimeters thick! Forget one punch, even with a hammer, it would take ages to break it, right? And this Mr. Shen cracked it with just one punch?!

Before he could react, Shen Yu threw another punch.

The entire cement wall collapsed completely, raising a cloud of dust.

The dust settled, revealing the room inside.

The room was covered in a thick layer of dust. In the center stood a simple stone altar, and on the ground was a broken chrysanthemum formation drawn with dark red bloodstains. In the middle of the formation was an empty wooden plaque.

Several burnt-out candles and some black incense ash were scattered around the altar.

A wave of yin energy, ten times stronger than that outside, rushed towards him, causing Zhao Rui to involuntarily take a step back, his face turning even paler.

"This is where Matsumoto Kenichi did it." Shen Yu walked into the room, his gaze falling on the bloodstains on the floor.

"He completed his final ritual here, and originally planned to activate the formation after the 13th offering was delivered."

"The 13th offering?" Zhao Rui asked nervously.

"Hmm." Shen Yu nodded, walked to the altar, and reached out to touch the empty wooden tablet. "But he didn't have time before I killed him."

He closed his eyes, and his divine sense instantly spread out, covering the entire Fu'an Building.

A few seconds later, Shen Yu opened his eyes, his gaze turning cold.

"In the basement, there are 12 earthenware jars, each containing the soul, hair, and nails of a deceased person. The jars surround a mid-grade spirit jade, which is the core of the formation."

"Shall we go to the basement now?" Zhao Rui said immediately, gripping the dagger in his hand tightly.

"Okay." Shen Yu nodded, turned and walked out of the room. "Wait at the top of the stairs, don't follow me down. The yin energy down there is too heavy, you can't withstand it."

"No, Mr. Shen!" Zhao Rui said immediately, "I must go with you! If anything happens, I can protect you!"

Shen Yu glanced back at him and said calmly, "Going down there will only cause trouble. Wait here, I'll be back in ten minutes."

Zhao Rui opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Shen Yu's unwavering gaze, he finally nodded.

"Yes! Please be careful! Call me immediately if anything happens!"

Shen Yu didn't say anything more and led Jiang Xinlan towards the basement.