"boom!"

At this time, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window, and dull thunder exploded in the sky.

The girl who had just finished telling the strange story was suddenly startled, screamed "Yeah", leaned back and almost fell to the ground.

It took a moment to react, and he coughed twice pretending to be calm, and said carelessly: "What, it turned out to be thunder..."

"I never thought that people like you would be frightened by thunder. I really can't tell."

The boy said quietly. Seeing the girl preparing to fight, he hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, now it's my turn to talk about ghost stories."

"snort!"

The girl slowly put away her hands and sat down slowly.

Aya regained consciousness in her empty eyes. She blinked dully, and after a while, she looked around again.

The three people were still sitting around her. They didn't seem to notice anything unusual about Aya, and they were still sitting around, ready to tell the next story.

"Tsk, just now... Aya was directly torn into pieces, right?" Zhang Feng clenched his fist in his mind and felt the condition of his arm.

Damn...it was like being hit hard by Pikachu's 100,000 volts.

Memories flooded back to a few minutes ago, and Zhang Feng swallowed subconsciously.

In the illusion just now, Aya was torn into pieces by the monster behind the door with strange strength. It moved very quickly, and apart from the initial pain, she felt no unnecessary pain.

But just for a moment, everyone felt the feeling of their souls being torn apart.

"Well, I can't feel my right hand anymore, as if it was swallowed up by a different dimension." Brother Wang used his left hand to fiddle with his right arm that was hanging beside him a few times.

He hit his upper arm hard, but there was no feeling at all, not even pain.

"It's my shoulder... well, it's hard to say. If there's a problem just here, it's okay, but if there's a problem within the script later, it'll be really unlucky."

Zhang Feng said: "Well, how should I put it, I'm fine, but my hands are a little numb, as if I strangled a Pikachu to death."

"Let's not talk about why you are fine. Just by relying on your words, Master Zhi will bring Pikachu and call you." Brother Wang complained mercilessly.

A storm was going on in Aya's mind, but she had no time to take care of it.

Not only because of the tearing feeling all over her body, but also because the next wave... was coming.

The boy stirred up the atmosphere and said, "The protagonist of the story is a friend of my friend. Let's call him Mr. A. One day Mr. A took his girlfriend out to play and accidentally came to a very remote place."

"Unsurprisingly, they got lost, and because the place was so remote, they couldn't find anyone to ask for directions. The two got into an argument under a streetlight next to the street, and the girlfriend ran away angrily...

..and Mr. A also got angry and walked in the opposite direction."

"After walking a certain distance, Mr. A felt a little regretful, so he returned the same way and saw the girl squatting on the spot crying..."

The boy spoke very seriously, and the audience sitting next to him also listened very seriously.

The screen changed again.

The camera focused on the dim street.

It was late at night, and the streets were shrouded in a thick layer of darkness. The dim street lights illuminated a small area, and its once bright light was intermittent.

This unique street lamp, its gradually dimming light can barely reach the ground, depicting a vague path of light. From a distance, it looks like a sleeping bonfire, slowly dimming and powerless.

The buildings on both sides of the street were still immersed in darkness. The strong light from the moonlight could not penetrate the thick clouds, so it had to spread the weak light below, making the buildings appear vague and looming.

Suddenly, the silence of the night was broken by a sudden cry.

A woman dressed in bright red squatted under the dim street light, holding her knees with her hands, crying.

Tears kept flowing on her pale cheeks, sliding down her skin to the ground, or leaving traces on her clothes.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Her cry was very desolate, as if she had fallen into endless despair.

The flickering of the street lights seemed to have a strange and terrifying resonance with the cry of the woman in red, as if there was some evil force manipulating it. This filled the whole street with a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, making everyone who saw it

You can feel a chill down your spine and the hairs on your hair standing on end.

Aya stood quietly not far away.

She stood in the darkness, but felt that the darkness was more reassuring than the woman.

After all, when a woman's cry is heard in one's ears, one feels a deep fear spread, making one's heart beat violently, as if something incredible may happen at any time.

Red clothes......

woman......

Still crying under the streetlight.

No matter how you look at it, this is not a normal situation!

"Woooooo~"

"Well, why do I feel that this guy gives me the feeling that it is more dangerous than the house just now? I can't be so unlucky and really meet Hongyi, right?" Cold sweat flowed from Brother Wang's forehead.

The moment he saw the woman in red, he felt his heart being clenched tightly, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"No, if it were Hong Yi, we would be dead if we met her. We wouldn't be able to see her at all. Or there is another way of saying that she doesn't want to hurt us at all, so there is no need to be afraid. Hong Yi's IQ is definitely

Super high, if she doesn't want to take action, then we're still scared." Zhang Feng said nonchalantly.

"Why do I feel that you are so skilled? Is it possible that you often hang out with female ghosts?" the fat lady asked in surprise.

"No, I just understand it a little bit, I understand it a little bit." Zhang Feng waved his hand modestly.

In fact... he does often hang out with female ghosts, and he has two of them, one of whom has reached the black level.

"Anyway, let's take a look first. Judging from the situation just now, death here does not pose a threat to our lives. It is nothing more than some negative debuffs." Brother Wang said to the silent Li Ya.

.

"Yeah." Li Ya nodded in response: "Do I need to say something?"

"Well, no need for now, go up and hug her!" Zhang Feng stood aside.

"Hold her? Okay!" Li Ya agreed without thinking.

Brother Wang, who was about to speak at the side, was immediately dumbfounded. He hadn’t spoken yet!!!

Aya took a deep breath, stepped on her small shoes and ran quickly to the woman, stretched out her arms and hugged her who was crying.

The woman probably didn't expect that she would do this, so her crying stopped abruptly.

"You...why are you back? You hugged me as soon as you came up."

"..." As soon as these words came out, Li Ya immediately didn't know how to reply.

"I'll come, I'll come, I'll say something and you'll say, shush, you've been crying for so long, do you want me to take you home?" Zhang Feng said.

"Ah? Why do you say that?" Brother Wang asked in confusion.

"I'm testing whether she is alive." Zhang Feng responded.

Test whether she is alive?

What kind of method is this?

Seemingly sensing their doubts, Zhang Feng continued to explain.

"Previous summary, the two of them quarreled because they couldn't find the way. At this moment, asking this is to see if she knows what happened just now. If she doesn't know... then it means that this guy is not

His girlfriend."

"But... isn't this obvious? She must be a ghost."

"Yes, but you still have to ask. Respect others. It's not easy for ghosts to come out and make a living."

"..."

After listening to Zhang Feng's words, although Li Ya was still a little hesitant, she still said it.

"Shh, cry...you've been crying for so long, do you want...I to take you home?"

Aya comforted her somewhat nervously.

"Well, you take me home."

The girl held Aya's little hand without hesitation and showed an extremely delicate face.

She is like someone who has stepped out of a fairy tale, so exquisite that people can't take their eyes away.

Standing up, the two-meter-high woman held hands with Aya, who was less than 1.5 meters tall, and walked quietly on the street.

This picture is so weird and weird.

During the journey, black mist slowly seeped out of the woman's hands, and when those things stood on Aya's skin, they made a sizzling corrosive sound.

Aya subconsciously wanted to throw away the woman's hand, but Zhang Feng's words forced her to stop her movements.

"Don't move, she is testing you, hold her tight, if you let go you will die. If you don't want to die, just hold her tight as if nothing has happened."
Chapter completed!