On the outskirts of T city, the sky had not yet completely brightened up. Inside a small orphanage, it was bustling with activity. All the teachers in the orphanage were running around in a panic, as if they were looking for something.
"What should I do? I've searched everywhere this time, but I still can't find it!"
A young teacher tapped his foot anxiously.
"What else can we do? Look for it quickly. The director will be back soon. If we find that all the children in the orphanage are missing, we will definitely be scolded to death."
"Oh, I really owed that little ancestor in my previous life. If it doesn't cause us any trouble, I should pray to God and worship Buddha."
When another teacher heard the name "Little Ancestor", she couldn't help but shudder. She was new here, and she saw how powerful the "Little Ancestor" was on the first day she came here. She was not allowed to sleep at night.
, dragging her to tell ghost stories and pretending to be ghosts to scare her, causing her to run away and be laughed at by all the children in the orphanage the next day.
What's strange is that for such a naughty and naughty child, the dean has repeatedly tolerated it, and even has a surprisingly good attitude. It's really strange. She doesn't want to think about it anymore, so she should find him quickly, otherwise the dean will find out, and she will definitely be fired.
On the far west side of the orphanage, there is an abandoned seven-story tower. There is nothing in the tower. It is a famous ghost tower in the orphanage. It is said that a teacher from the orphanage jumped from the top and committed suicide, and his brain was broken on the spot.
Splash, from then on, whenever someone entered the tower, they would run out screaming, pale with fright, and depressed for several days. Therefore, gradually, the tower was abandoned and no one dared to approach it.
"Xiao Che, didn't you say there is something fun here? Why didn't I see it?"
On the top of the seven-story tower, a group of children sat in a circle on the ground. In the middle sat a little boy with short hair, pink cheeks, and a pair of big black eyes. At this time, there was a hint of profoundness.
Unpredictable meaning.
"That's right, Xiao Che, are you lying to us? Why are we getting up so early?"
The boys began to complain, obviously unconvinced, especially the taller ones, while the girls huddled together, too scared to look around.
The boy named Xiao Che looked like he was only three or four years old. His short arms were folded across his chest, as if he didn't hear the boys' complaints.
"boring!"
After a long while, one big boy finally couldn't help it anymore, stood up, turned around and walked down the tower. The other boys were trembling and hesitant about whether they should follow him or not.
"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"
The boy in the middle named Xiao Che suddenly spoke. The older boy paused in his steps, clenched his fists, and glanced at the dark corridor with a guilty conscience.
"Only timid people are afraid, but I'm not afraid!"
"Yeah?"
Xiao Che glanced at him lightly, slowly stretched out her hand and pointed at his back.
"But, he is right behind you."
The boy's face suddenly turned pale, and his legs and feet began to tremble.
"You, you are talking nonsense! Don't lie to me, I, I am not afraid!"
The boy bit his lower lip, followed the direction pointed by Xiao Che's finger, and slowly turned back. He blinked hard, but saw nothing. He couldn't help but feel relieved and said sarcastically.
"What the hell, just come out if you have the ability, hahaha——"
As soon as the boy's laughter rang out, black shadows flashed before his eyes, and there were flapping sounds. The boy screamed wildly and fell to the ground in fright, his little body shaking constantly.