"Ah, by the way, since we, the students in class Gui, are all gathered together, why don't we all play the game of drumming and passing flowers."
"Whoever the flower falls on has to perform a show, recite a poem, or tell a story."
Jiang Nai clapped her hands and shouted, "Okay, okay, I like playing games the most. Let's start!"
A group of people were nagging her to come here for dinner at night, and what kind of crappy game were they going to play to see how they wanted to die?
My aunt will play with you.
Everyone gathered the fire in one place, and more than a hundred students gathered in front of the same fire to play drumming and passing flowers.
The weak young master Wen Ye took out a small drum from his sleeve and volunteered to play drums for his classmates.
As the drums sounded, the big red flower prepared in advance rose and fell in the hands of everyone.
It was a lonely night, and beside the empty pond, except for the sound of drums that sounded like a storm, the only thing that could be heard was the pounding of people's heartbeats.
When the "dong" sound stopped, and everyone burst into laughter, Little Fatty stood up, touching his nose.
"Then, let me tell you a legendary story about Guiban."
"Okay, okay." Everyone winked at each other knowingly, clapped their hands and begged the little fat man to speak quickly.
The little girl held a plate of barbecue and continued eating without even bothering to raise her eyes.
Little Fatty cleared his throat with a pair of panda eyes, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Student Jiang, you don't know, the spiders and other things you encountered today were just a small battle. The person who used to sit in front of you was
My classmates, one is crazy and the other is stupid."
"The reason is all related to the past events of Guiban."
"It is said that several years ago, a one-armed corpse was dug out of the grassland behind our Guiban. People from the Criminal Department came to investigate and only found out after confirming the identity."
"It turned out to be a teacher in our college. He was quite young when he died, only in his thirties. He was a hard-working man. I heard that his wife left her husband and son many years ago, and the son fell ill and died when he was two years old.
Now, tell me whether it’s miserable or not.”
Jiang Xiaonai looked at Little Fatty with bright eyes, nodded her head, "miserable".
"Since then, in our Gui class, weird things have happened to the seat where you sit."
"Everyone sitting at your window seat, no matter day or night, will see a one-armed figure floating outside, with a haggard appearance and a plain body, looking back quietly and asking them: Where are my hands?
Woolen cloth?"
Everyone crossed their arms and shrank their necks, feeling the cool breeze blowing a bit chilly.
Although they have already done enough psychological preparation, they still feel shuddering every time they hear this story.
"Then what?" the little girl asked with interest.
Little Fatty, who was trying to create the atmosphere of a ghost story, glanced at Jiang Nai in shock, and asked with a stutter, "You, you? Aren't you scared?"
"Did you not understand what I said? It's the seat where you are sitting now. Two classmates saw the dead young gentleman before and after them. One of them was frightened and the other was frightened."
"What's so scary about this?" The little girl blinked her eyes with a puzzled look on her face, "Then sir, did he finally find his hand?"
Damn, isn't your focus a bit ridiculous?
Who asked you to pay attention to that gentleman’s hand??
Little Fatty looked gloomy, "Aren't you worried about that one-armed man coming to find you?"