Chapter 89: Jiang Shengpei Being Played By The Spirit
After a delicious lunch, Jiang Shengpei returned to his dormitory alone.
As soon as he opened the door, Jiang Shengpei quickly ran to his bed, lifted up a corner of the mosquito net, and put his head in to take a look. There was nothing else inside except his pillow mat and a thin quilt.
"Huh, it's okay. Let me just say, how could such a thing be possible? I must have been too tired last night to have such hallucinations!" Seeing that the black notebook did not appear on his bed, Jiang Sheng paused.
The boy relaxed and even took a moonwalk in a good mood.
After the entertainment, Jiang Shengpei sat in his chair and turned on the computer. He planned to play games to kill time until class in the afternoon.
101,Start!
Qualifying, Brave Bronze Rank, start!
In the jungle position, lock the monk in seconds!
0/25/0!
Defeat!
101,Uninstall!
"This is a kind of national quintessence, a bunch of hot chicks, no group at level 1, and a hammer, can they play games?"
Turning off the computer, Jiang Shengpei felt that games would only harm his physical and mental health, so he decided to browse short videos and watch his long legs to heal him from the harm caused by games.
Jiang Shengpei comfortably placed his legs on the table. The two legs in front of the wooden stool were left hanging in the air by leaning back with his back. Only the two legs behind the wooden stool were left as fulcrums.
It swayed wildly under the exertion of its feet.
The breeze blew from the balcony into the house, and Jiang Shengpei felt very comfortable. He had now begun to enjoy the atmosphere of living alone in a dormitory.
Gradually, Jiang Shengpei lowered his hand holding the mobile phone, and with a "pop" sound, the mobile phone fell to the ground, but Jiang Shengpei did not respond because he had already fallen asleep!
The strange thing is that the wooden stool under Jiang Shengpei's seat actually moved automatically without any wind at this time, swaying slightly.
"Write their names!"
"Write their names!"
"Write their names!"
…
The devil-like whisper echoed in Jiang Shengpei's ears again, and a very ferocious smile appeared on his face while he was sleeping. Then, the two suspended stool legs fell, and Jiang Shengpei's body suddenly fell in front of the table, his forehead
There was a close collision on the tabletop, making a loud noise.
He gradually raised his head, and the center of his forehead was already red and swollen, with bloodshot eyes oozing out. However, Jiang Shengpei still had his eyes closed, as if it was not him who bumped into the table just now.
A faint black air gradually appeared around Jiang Shengpei. Then, Jiang Shengpei took the backpack on the table, opened the zipper, and reached into the backpack with one hand, as if looking for something inside.
One hand has already taken a pen from the pen box.
"Um!"
Jiang Shengpei, who was sleeping soundly, had a very resistant look on his face, and his hand that was about to withdraw from the backpack stopped, as if something terrible would happen once the contents of the backpack were taken out.
The black air gradually became stronger, and the look of resistance on Jiang Shengpei's face gradually decreased. The ferocious smile appeared again, and the hand that reached into the backpack was gradually pulled out, revealing the corner of a black book!
"Dingling bell~!"
At this moment, the cell phone that had been dropped on the ground rang an alarm. The black energy that appeared on Jiang Shengpei's body dissipated instantly, and his eyes gradually opened.
Jiang Shengpei woke up due to the unexpected intrusion of the cell phone alarm.
Feeling a slight pain in his forehead, Jiang Shengpei took out his hand from his backpack and touched it, but unexpectedly touched a small bag.
"Hiss! When did a small bump appear on his forehead?" Jiang Shengpei was still wondering, but the ringtone of his mobile phone on the floor was still ringing. He bent down and picked up the mobile phone.
"How come it's time so soon? I feel like I just squinted for a short while!" Jiang Shengpei was a little surprised. The alarm clock was set for the afternoon class time he had set in advance.
Without having time to think about it, Jiang Shengpei hurriedly packed up the things on the table, stuffed them into his backpack, put on his schoolbag and went straight to the classroom!
In the dormitory, a few silver-white hair fell down.
The afternoon class was a small class, with only people from their own class, so it was held in a small classroom. When Jiang Shengpei arrived at the classroom, the class bell just rang.
Jiang Shengpei was sitting alone in the last row. He had looked away now. He wouldn't be able to see anyone after graduation anyway, so he just had to be himself.
Unzipping his backpack, Jiang Shengpei took out the books he needed for class. After putting the backpack under the table, Jiang Shengpei sat up straight and prepared to listen carefully to the teacher's lecture.
But when Jiang Shengpei was sitting upright, he suddenly saw a black notebook pressed under his professional textbook. Jiang Shengpei lifted the professional textbook and took a look. Jiang Shengpei's heart suddenly "thumped" at the first glance.
A chill burst out from the bottom of my heart.
"No, it can't be! How is this possible? I watched it burn to ashes and flushed into the toilet this morning!" Jiang Shengpei shouted and stood up!
The classmates and teachers in the class were all attracted by Jiang Shengpei's actions and looked at him together.
"Jiang Shengpei, what's the matter with you?" The teacher on the stage who interrupted the lecture said in a somewhat unpleasant tone.
"I'm sorry, teacher, I was scared by the bug just now!" Jiang Shengpei quickly bowed his head and apologized, then sat down straight away, his body trembling a bit at the moment.
Jiang Shengpei slowly moved the professional textbook in front of him, and the notebook underneath was immediately revealed. The blood-red word "DEACH" on the cover appeared in Jiang Shengpei's eyes like a nightmare. Jiang Shengpei covered his face.
There were faint traces of water on his mouth and between his eyes. He was afraid that if he couldn't control himself, he would collapse and cry.
With a feeling of anxiety and fear, Jiang Shengpei slowly reached out and opened the notebook. The name "Hong Dachi" on the second page and the word "Jiang Sheng" written on the third page all told him that that notebook
The notebook that had been burned to ashes in his mind returned to him again with a mysterious power, as if telling Jiang Shengpei: You can't get rid of me!
"Write their names!"
…
Jiang Shengpei seemed to hear the weird sound echoing in his ears again. He lay on the table and covered his ears, shaking his head from side to side, as if to drive away the weird sound.
The teacher on the stage has naturally noticed Jiang Shengpei's situation. Seeing that he did not disturb anyone else, the teacher did not bother to say anything. He was just talking about the contents of the textbook. If the teacher did not say anything, the students around him would naturally have no objections.
Already.
Only Chen Yinjun, who was sitting two rows in front of Jiang Shengpei, felt the hairs on his hands stand up instantly when Jiang Shengpei opened the black notebook, and his right hand trembled slightly. Chen Yinjun suddenly narrowed his eyes and quickly walked towards the classroom.
Scanned the surrounding area.
"The feeling just now is the same as what I found when I was at the school gate!" Chen Yinjun thought to himself.
But when Chen Yinjun looked around, he still didn't find any abnormal signs, which gave him a headache. But when he glanced at Jiang Shengpei, who was two rows behind him, he found that Jiang Shengpei was a little strange.
Chen Yinjun suddenly remembered that the first time he felt something supernatural happening in school was also when he bumped into Jiang Shengpei.
"Isn't this Jiang Shengpei also a weirdo?" Chen Yinjun thought of such a possibility, "We need to find an opportunity to test him!"
Huang Lexuan on the side saw Chen Yinjun secretly looking behind, and asked him in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" Chen Yinjun turned around and said casually. He no longer felt the supernatural aura that suddenly appeared just now, but he already had a goal, so he didn't feel anxious.
Throughout the entire class, Jiang Shengpei couldn't listen to anything. His mind was now occupied with thinking about why this notebook still appeared next to him even though it had been burned.
What's more important is that he now feels that the bloody words on the front page of this strange notebook are very likely to be true.
[The person whose name is written will die]
"If all this is true, then Hong Dachi died so suddenly because I wrote his name in the notebook! I am a murderer!" When thinking of such a possibility, Jiang Shengpei
I had a bit of a mental breakdown in an instant.
"No, no, no, this is just a coincidence. I didn't kill Hong Dachi. This notebook is just a prank, just a prank. I don't believe that someone can be killed just by writing their name." Jiang Shengpei kept telling him.
He hypnotized himself and emphasized that he was not a murderer and that Hong Dachi's death was just an accident.
After finally getting through to the end of get out of class, when the teacher announced the end of class, Jiang Shengpei quickly packed up the things on the desk, put his backpack on his back, picked up the black notebook in his hand, and rushed out the door.
Chen Yinjun, who was in the first two rows, turned around to call Jiang Shengpei and found that he had already run far away, but the black notebook in Jiang Shengpei's hand made him instinctively feel familiar.
"Let's go, the next class is on the fifth floor!" Huang Lexuan on the side reminded Chen Yinjun.
"Oh, okay!" Chen Yinjun said, and then he packed up his things and prepared to change classrooms. As for Jiang Shengpei, Chen Yinjun decided to find him later.
Jiang Shengpei did not continue with the next class. Instead, he quickly ran back to his dormitory and locked the door. He threw his backpack on the ground. Then he rushed directly into the bathroom and opened the notebook in his hand.
, and then violently tore the paper inside the notebook, shouting repeatedly: "No, no, everything before must have been an illusion, I want to tear it into pieces!"
The paper was quickly torn by Jiang Shengpei, and then he ran back to the dormitory to find a lighter, and lit the torn paper and the black surface of the cover together. Rich black smoke curled up, and Jiang Shengpei's face was in the air.
It seemed a little strange under the firelight.
After all the shredded paper was completely burned, Jiang Shengpei turned on the faucet, and then flushed the bathroom continuously. After he finished all this, he slowly leaned in front of the bathroom door.
"Tear it to pieces, burn it, and it will never appear again!" Jiang Shengpei murmured. After exhaling heavily, he found that the clothes on his body were already wet because he was splashed with water when he flushed the bathroom just now. Jiang Shengpei
I thought I'd take a shower and change some clothes.
But when he just stepped into the dormitory, he saw a shiny black notebook appearing in front of him on his desktop.
Jiang Shengpei immediately fell to his knees and said in disbelief: "Why, why, you are still pestering me, why?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shengpei's eyes darkened and he fainted from the shock!