After telling the story, Jie Zuo tried his best to make his face look hideous, trying to look more like a "ghost".

Seeing Xie Zuo pulling his face, the class monitor and the classmates who didn't tell the story didn't know how to respond. Xie Zuo's behavior was obviously "out of line" and they had no experience in dealing with "psychopaths."

Realizing that no matter what he did, he couldn't compare to the horror of his classmates after telling the story. After working hard for a long time, Jie Zuo finally gave up: "Is this path not going to work? It doesn't matter whether I tell the story or not. If it doesn't work, Jie Zuo, you can't give up. I want to

I miss your predecessors, Comrade Clown and Comrade Jigsaw, who are still thriving under the siege of a lunatic who loves to wear a bat suit and the whole world. Do you want to give up on your own dream? I will never agree! Orcs will never agree!

Not a slave!”

The squad leader looked at Jie Zuo, who was talking to himself on the side, and then became emotional, and then even stood up and shouted loudly. He twitched the corners of his mouth and couldn't help but interrupt him.

"This classmate, I can barely pass your horror story, so you don't have to be so excited."

After Xie Zuo cheered himself up, he calmed down and slowly sat down and looked coldly at these "people".

The fifth person started to talk. This guy was a little prince who wanted to die. He tried all the incredible things in school by himself, and finally died tragically while playing Pen Fairy. His whole face was peeled off, and you could see the red and white inside.

s things.

Jie Zuo inexplicably remembered the tofu with chili pepper, and suddenly stood up: "I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

"Huh?" The squad leader looked at the confident Jie Zuo and didn't know how to answer for a while.

The classmate sitting next to him who was not telling the story handed Xie Zuo a pack of biscuits. Xie Zuo opened the package and found that the biscuits had become moldy. He didn’t know how long it had been.

"Why don't you eat?" the monitor asked coldly, staring at Jie Zuo.

"Oh, I want to eat tofu but not biscuits." Jie Zuo returned the biscuits to the classmate in disgust.

"Haha." The squad leader sneered. The sixth person was about to speak when he was interrupted by the squad leader: "I'll go first."

"I used to be the monitor of Class Three..."

"That's too much, just use the first person." Jie Zuo jumped up to interrupt.

"Isn't it okay to speak in the first person?" The squad leader looked at Xie Zuo.

"A little bit..." Jie Zuo stuck out his tongue and made a face at the squad leader. This reaction made the squad leader a little confused, so he simply ignored him and continued his story: "I have made a lot of contributions to this class, but, for a small

For a small mistake, the teacher actually dismissed me from my position. I was not willing to ask the teacher to argue... I killed the villain who told the whistle, and then set the school on fire, and my favorite class was buried in the flames. My story tells

It’s over.”

The squad leader's face now looked like the surface of the moon that had been hit by meteorites. The pits were full of traces of being burned by fire. His expression was not as vivid as before. He stared at Jie Zuo and sneered.

"It's a boring story. Only when people like this die can they save themselves from harming others in society." Xie Zuo took out his ears and flicked the earwax on the monitor's face and commented.

The squad leader was stunned, then looked at Jie Zuo full of resentment: "I hope... for a while... you... are still... so... humorous." The monitor's vocal cords seemed to have been burned out, and his words were hoarse, hard, and intermittent.

"Hey, hey, don't praise others, they will be shy." Jie Zuo scratched his head and giggled.

Seeing Jie Zuo's "cute" look, the squad leader turned his head in discomfort.

All the "classmates" who had told the story were staring at Jie Zuo, and there were only four students who had not yet told the story.

"What I want to talk about..."

"Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard is chanting sutras." Jie Zuo covered his ears and shook his head back and forth.

The four people who were not telling the story looked at Jie Zuo. The seventh person at the beginning of the story was a little unhappy: "This classmate, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that the current efficiency is too low, and I suddenly thought of a good way."

"What's a good idea?" asked the remaining people.

Jie Zuoshen looked around mysteriously and asked in a low voice: "I wonder if you have ever heard of Bixian?"

"Bi Xian?"

"As for Bixian, I heard that Bixian can know the past and the future. Now we are trapped here. The story is almost over, but we still don't know who the ghost is. Why don't we just ask Bixian directly."

"But how do we know that Bixian must be there?" Another seventh student asked.

"Look, didn't your classmate just tell a scary story about Bixian, so Bixian must be here, we just need to ask her." Jie Zuo's inflammatory speech left four people who didn't tell the story.

Somewhat shaken, the squad leader stopped talking. The four people had no backbone and had to agree half-heartedly.

The two went to look for materials, and the remaining two sat there hugging their knees and not knowing what they were thinking.

After telling the story, the other "weird" guys stared at Jie Zuo without moving. Jie Zuo, who "never admits defeat," stared back, and the two sides started playing to see who would blink first.

"Ah ah ah, I give up, you guys are fooling me." Jie Zuo rubbed his eyes, rolled on the ground and pointed at the squad leader: "This guy doesn't even have eyelids."

The monitor touched his face and turned back silently.

A few minutes later, the two people who were looking for materials came back with pens and paper in their hands.

Jie Zuo writes everyone's name on the paper, and then writes "yes" and "no" at the front of the paper.

The remaining four people plus Jie Zuo held the penholder and started talking: "Bixian, Bixian, you are mine..."

"Eye? Take me through the changes of the four seasons." This is what Jie Zuo sang.

The four classmates looked at Xie Zuo together, and Xie Zuo scratched his head: "Hey, hey, isn't that what you said?"

The game continued. After correcting and understanding the spell of Zuo Qingbixian, the five people began to ask questions.

"Bi Xian, Bi Xian, is there a ghost among us?" Then under the horrified eyes of the four classmates, the pen began to move, and finally landed on "Yes".

The four classmates were so frightened that they began to tremble all over and were speechless. The second question had to be asked by Jie Zuo.

"Miss Bixian, is there anyone alive here besides me?"

After Xie Zuo finished asking, the pen began to move and finally stopped at "No".

The four classmates were shocked, then lowered their heads and said nothing, and their images began to slowly change.

Jie Zuo no longer hesitated, grabbed the pen in his hand and put it into the squad leader's hand. He kicked the pen off with a flying kick, and then rolled under the table like a skilled donkey.

Just as Xie Zuo climbed under the table, a shrill scream of a woman came from the classroom, and then a large ball of hair fell into the monitor's hand.

The hair began to grow wildly, and a person's face emerged from the hair. The monitor roared from his throat, and then the entire class of "students" also began to howl.

The squad leader was curled into her hair, her hair continued to grow wildly, and a woman wearing a white dress slowly appeared in her hair.

All the "ghosts" in the class rushed towards the "Bi Xian" together. Xie Zuo was under the table and watched the "Bi Xian vs. Ten Evil Ghosts" up close.

He took out the remaining popcorn from his pocket, chewed it and made a "rattling" sound in his mouth, and cheered for Bixian: "Kick him, yes, little sister kicks him..."

The battle was fierce. An unknown eyeball rolled to Jie Zuo's feet. The moment Jie Zuo picked up the eyeball, the disappeared door reappeared.

Xie Zuo crouched, clutched his eyeballs, and rushed toward the door. "Bi Xian" seemed to have discovered Xie Zuo, and shot a tangled lock of hair towards Xie Zuo...

"Little sister, I'll see you next time."

Jie Zuo avoided his hair, gave the "Pen Fairy" a wink, opened the door and ran out.
Chapter completed!