Ge Hua was too frightened to make any sound. He raised his hand and pointed at the small hole, trembling.
The remaining three people were already highly concentrated, but Ge Hua's movements immediately caught their attention, and they all turned their heads to look in the direction of the finger.
Song Ting turned on the flashlight on her mobile phone and looked directly over there. The pale light hit the small hole, but there was nothing there!
"There is an eyeball lying there and looking over..." Ge Hua said tremblingly.
As soon as these words came out, Qiao Jun and the other three looked a bit unhappy. They were just recruiting Bixian. In such an atmosphere, Ge Hua would say such words. It shouldn't be too scary.
"How about... let's go?"
Song Ting's face turned pale. After what Ge Hua said, she always felt that there were pairs of eyes looking at them where the candlelight could not reach, and she couldn't help but squeeze in Zhang Manman's side.
"No! We've reached this juncture, how can we give up?" Qiao Jun's tone was very dissatisfied. "Ge Hua must have seen it wrong!"
As if to prove this, Qiao Jun walked to the wall and naturally saw the figures of the little people. After thinking about it, he took out a pencil from his pocket and inserted it into the small hole. There was nothing, nothing.
Touch.
"Look... there is nothing at all. Ge Hua, don't scare yourself, look at how cowardly you are."
Qiao Jun breathed a sigh of relief and smiled without looking back.
Just as he was about to turn around, an inexplicable thought suddenly flashed through his mind. What would he see if one eye looked through this small hole?
Qiao Jun lay half on the ground, parallel to the small hole, closed his left eye, and looked at the classroom with his right eye.
What catches the eye is Song Ting's slender calves, but imagine it was a classroom ten years ago, filled with a group of students. Amidst the sound of reading, one eye looked at the back of a certain classmate through a small hole.
"Holy shit!"
Qiao Jun was so frightened that he could not help but curse. If this was the case, the pattern on the wall would also have the answer.
"What's wrong? Qiao Jun?" Song Ting asked with concern.
Qiao Jun patted the black dust on his palms and began to tell the three of them his guess.
"In this case, would it be the principal who did it?"
"I don't know about that."
"Hurry up and finish inviting the Bixian. Look how frightened Ge Hua is." Zhang Manman was really fed up. It was pitch dark outside the building and she was still dawdling in this poor place.
Ever since.
"Bixian Bixian, you are my previous life, and I am your present life. If you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper."
‘One minute, you can leave after recording.’ Qiao Jun thought to himself.
"By the way, what's the name of the principal of this school?" Zhang Manman suddenly asked out of curiosity.
"Okay...it seems to be called Zhang Guangxian." Ge Hua's teeth chattered.
Suddenly.
The candlelight flickers, on and off.
Song Ting secretly glanced at Qiao Jun, secretly thinking that after this incident, the relationship between the two of them should make some progress, and maybe it would become a positive relationship directly. Isn't it said that women chase men with a veil between them?
Suddenly, Song Ting felt the pencils held by the four people moving. Who was writing?
The four eyes collided, and then they all shook their heads. The next second, the pupils of the four people suddenly expanded. When they lowered their heads, they saw the pencil moving slowly and firmly, drawing a circle on the white paper.
Qiao Jun felt that his face was about to freeze. Fear seemed to be constantly taking away his oxygen. He felt a little breathless for a moment. As an atheist, how could he think that there were really ghosts in this world? If he knew
, he wouldn’t come here!
"Are we going to ask questions?" Zhang Manman cried.
"You ask?"
"I...I...when can I pass level three?"
While several people were trembling and asking questions, Song Ting inexplicably felt as if a pair of hands were touching her legs, moving up bit by bit. Her psychological defense suddenly broke, and she turned around and ran outside.
call--
The candle went out.
"Ah——" hysterical screams echoed throughout the teaching building.
click,
The sound of breaking boards.
"Qiao Jun, save me!"
This was Song Ting's crying voice.
The sound of frantic running, the fleeting flashlight, and the pale light shone on the broken glass, revealing a pale face.
…………
…………
Time moves forward slightly.
"May I have your name?"
Under the big tree, Li Kui squatted on the ground, smiling at the little girl in front of him and asked.
Standing opposite Li Kui was a little girl wearing a tattered white dress. She looked to be about six or seven years old. She was not wearing shoes. From her ankles, wisps of smoky meridians spread across her body, like traces of burning.
, face pale, pupils dark.
She seemed to be very scared, and also surprised that Li Kui could see her, with a little confusion.
"Oh, by the way, I'm not yet proficient in the art of communicating with ghosts. People and ghosts follow different paths, so you can't understand me." Li Kui suddenly realized, took out a small mud ball from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and frowned.
Together, Hades is too unpalatable!
"Little sister, what's your name?" Li Kui asked again.
The girl was startled, turned around and hid behind a tree, then secretly poked her little head out to look at Li Kui. Seeing that his face was gentle and not malicious, she whispered back: "Wang...Wang Xiaoke."
"Wang Xiaoke." Li Kui muttered a few words softly, then asked with a smile: "Why are you here?"
Wang Xiaoke shook his head, pointed in the direction of the teaching building, and whispered: "Four brothers and sisters have gone in. It's very dangerous here. Big brother, please leave here quickly."
Li Kui raised his head and glanced at the fourth floor, where a faint candlelight flickered.
'It would be good to teach them a lesson.' He thought to himself.
"Can you tell me what happened here?" Li Kui asked.
Wang Xiaoke did not answer, but shrank his body behind the tree, as if he would disappear in the next second.
"Xiao Ke, do you know about ghost missions? It's just like when you were a child, you heard adults say that there are bull heads and horse faces, black and white are impermanent." Li Kui patted his chest, "Big brother is a ghost mission, and he comes here specifically to catch evil ghosts."
Wang Xiaoke glanced at Li Kui suspiciously. When he saw those serious eyes, he finally walked out from behind the tree, came to Li Kui and murmured:
"I do not know how to put it."
"Well... Big brother has a way. Don't be afraid, don't be nervous."
Li Kui thought for a while and said with a smile, then he stretched out his index finger and tapped Wang Xiaoke's eyebrows, closing his eyes slightly.
Trace the soul!
…………
A slight feeling of dizziness.
When Li Kui opened his eyes, he came to the teaching building again, but it was that midsummer night ten years ago.
Soul tracing should be regarded as the innate skill of ghosts. It can explore the resentment and obsession deep in each ghost's heart. However, it was also the first time for Li Kui to use it, so he was somewhat uncomfortable with it.
at this time.
A middle-aged bald man with glasses calmly closed the door of the teaching building, looked at the slightly dim stairs, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Children, hide and seek begins!"
Li Kui narrowed his eyes slightly, followed the inexplicable feeling in his heart, and flew up with a few steps, passing through the wall and reaching the third floor.
Here is a storage room.
In the corner where the boxes were stacked, Li Kui saw Wang Xiaoke and a little girl hugging each other and huddled together.
Tread...tap...tread...
Hearing the voice, Wang Xiaoke trembled even more violently. Another little girl held on to stay calm and stretched out her little hand to touch her lips.
This little girl was called Cheng Qin'er, and Li Kui learned her name through Wang Xiaoke's obsession.
The footsteps came closer from far away, and after a short pause, the footsteps faded away.
Suddenly.
There was a crash and the cardboard box fell to the ground.
A head poked out from above, Zhang Guangxian's calm face evoked a smile, and he said warmly: "Do you like surprises?"
"Xiao Ke, run!" Cheng Qin'er shouted, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, she rushed forward and hugged the man's thigh. "Xiao Ke, run quickly!"
Wang Xiaoke was confused and subconsciously ran out.
"soy Mujer!"
Zhang Guangxian picked up Cheng Qin'er and slapped her hard. Her face became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye. He threw her to the ground and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. A flash of fire suddenly appeared.
Smoke billows.
The man looked down at Cheng Qin'er, who had been unable to climb up for a long time, sneered, threw away the cigarette, went straight out of the storage room, locked the door, and then the footsteps moved away.
A weak spark ignited the carton, and green smoke rose.
Cheng Qiner struggled to get up, went to the door and twisted the doorknob. It was locked and could not be opened. She became more and more anxious. She glanced around and caught a glimpse of a window next to her. She struggled to lift the damaged stool and threw it at the window.
Once, twice, three times.
The glass shattered with the sound, and the little man passed through the glass with bruises all over his body. He looked left and right and looked for a direction to pursue.
The fire in the storage room behind gradually spread.
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