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The space in the mall is misaligned with the outside world... is it a blessed land?

　　No, according to what Teacher Wei said, there must be a spiritual tool to actively enter the blessed land as a medium; and if the blessed land is released into reality as a whole, there will generally be some drastic environmental changes.

　　 Not to mention anything else, if it can really affect the blessed land of so many people, I am afraid that the moment it descends into the world, this mall has been blown up by the explosion of spiritual power.

　　Han Jiangchen suddenly understood something. He stared at the surrounding scenery and touched the Detective Talisman in his pocket. The charm was already hot at this time, but there was no pointing—or rather, pointing everywhere.

　　He can't see the obvious source of spiritual power in this scene...because the scene he saw is made up of pure spiritual power, and the market itself is the source of spiritual power!

　　 This is a huge snare. Everyone who walks into this place will be dragged into this collective dream. If you don’t interrupt it in the middle...maybe it will be like the man you met on the road.

　　 No, I am afraid it will be more serious. That man at least got out of this dream by himself... What if he can't get out?

　　 He remembered what Shangguan Yuning had said to him: Ghost car...Shuoren spirit. Where the blood drops, there is fierce blame.

　　 The spiritual response in this place is still increasing. If it is really caused by a ghost car, then the people here will be cursed like that man, or they will be robbed of their souls.

　　 Must let them out.

　　 Since the man's family can wake up just now because of his appearance, and thus walked out of this mall... Then other people should be able to be rescued by similar methods.

　　 But there are at least a few hundred people in the mall now, so he can't remind them one by one. Even if it could, it would be too time-consuming. When he finished talking about this matter, the ghost knew the extent of the influence here.

He thought for a moment, and went directly to the broadcast service station on the second floor, found the same smiling broadcaster, took out the certificate of the executive department, and flashed in front of her: "I'm from the abnormal incident department, trouble now Send out a broadcast to evacuate all the people here."

　　 When the broadcaster saw the ID, the smile on his face narrowed slightly, and he looked at the too young face in front of him in confusion: "The abnormal incident department? This...Do you want to use the venue here? We haven't been notified in advance?"

　　 "This place is now surrounded by abnormal spiritual power." Han Jiangchen said, "If you don't let people out quickly, something will happen."

The announcer frowned slightly. She looked around, but she didn't seem to react: "This...it's still in business hours. This kind of thing has to be reacted to by the superior...what kind of identification do you have? Huh?"

　　 Han Jiangchen pondered for a second, and pulled off the coat outside, revealing the school badge with clouds of yin and yang on his chest.

　　 "I am a student of Kunlun University."

　　 The expression of the broadcaster changed in an instant, and both eyes stared at the school badge—even though Yuncheng is a small city, this logo is now a household name.

　　In her feeling, it was originally like a miracle far away in the sky, but now the miracle actually appeared in front of her eyes. This huge shock made her sober up.

　　 "You...you are...?!"

　　 "Broadcast fast." Han Jiangchen said.

　　 The announcer choked, um, ah, ah, nodding her head, hurriedly rushing to the front of the stage to start the operation, but as she did it, her eyes widened: "Broadcast... disconnected?"

　　Han Jiangchen's expression changed, and she saw her anxiously operating there, as if her neck was being held by a knife, for fear that he would not be able to fulfill his request. But after trying several times, the broadcasting microphone has been unable to amplify.

　　 "No... it was okay just now." Sweat oozes from her forehead, "I'm sorry, I, I'm going to call someone to repair..."

　　 "No need." Han Jiangchen suddenly whispered, "You run out."

　　 The broadcaster couldn't help but shut his mouth, and saw that the face of the boy in front of him suddenly sank, and the whole person was like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed.

　　 At the moment, an inexplicable feeling suddenly enveloped him, and it felt like being watched by someone.

　　 Can it be said that the existence of this scene is self-conscious?

　　 This scene is not dead...but something is manipulating it!

　　 He stretched his whole body unintentionally, the breath was so heavy that the broadcaster in front of him did not dare to ask anything, he hurriedly opened the counter and walked out. Han Jiangchen watched her away, and then turned on the radio, only a whistling electric noise was left in the earphones.

　　 The radio was also blocked.

　　 This mall is a huge stage. Everyone is an actor on this happy stage. Now his appearance has broken the harmony of the stage. The "director" hiding behind the scenes has already noticed the anomaly happening here.

　　 It's too late to go out and try to restore the radio. He doesn't have much time and actions that he can take. He must transfer them as soon as possible without contacting other people.

　　 Without letting them know the truth, tell them to leave this mall...

He looked around, and his eyes finally fell on the humble corner of the ceiling-there was a small device installed there, the kind of temperature-sensitive fire alarm that will be equipped in shopping malls, and the green light was still on on the alarm. uukanshu.com seems to be still operating.

　　 He walked straight forward, took out a spiritual fire talisman in his pocket, silently recited the spell to light it, and then suddenly flicked his hand. The burning talisman flew out of his hand and was about to hit the alarm.

　　 "Woo—Woo—"

　　 The stern sirens sounded throughout the mall, and the laughing people in the mall were instantly awakened, and the entire mall suddenly fell into chaos.

　　 "It's on fire!"

　　 "Run!"

　　 There is no need for him to remind, someone has already screamed. Standing on the second floor of the stairs, he watched, watching people flowing out of the shops in all directions like ants, rushing down the stairs straight to the gate one by one, the "stage" collapsed in an instant, and the actors fled in all directions.

　　 Fortunately, I caught up.

　　 He sighed in secret, and after the last crowd of twenty or thirty people walked down to the second floor, ready to go outside to find someone from the executive department to meet him. But when he passed the last level, he was suddenly stunned.

　　 The crowd has reached the bottom, but there is still a downward staircase in front of them.

　　 The same steps as before.

　　 He slowly raised his head, and the sign on the top said floor: 2F.

　　 And he just got down from the second floor.

　　 Han Jiangchen stopped suddenly, stood at the top of the stairs, and people hurried past him.

　　 Few people went to look at the floor cards in desperation, and when they saw the downward stairs, they ran down with the crowd. He stood there, listening to the sound of footsteps moving away in front of him, and then gradually getting closer—from behind, closer and closer.

　　 He turned his head, and the same group of people were rushing down the stairs behind him.