"Go to hell?" Fei Youliang was puzzled. He simply asked his future wife's name, but why did these three words come out?
There is no connection between the two, and I acted completely according to the rules of Bixian's game. I did not commit any taboos, and it was impossible to make Bixian angry.
He pondered for a moment and had the answer in his mind - this must have been planned by the owner of the haunted house in advance. No matter what question he asked, these three words would appear.
Fei Youliang felt that he had understood all the thoughts of the owner of the haunted house, and thoughts like this slowly arose in his heart.
"The way these three words appear is very clever. I haven't figured out the reason yet. It's just that the owner of the haunted house is too deliberate to intensify fear and ignores rationality." His analysis was clear and logical: "If it were other tourists, they would be panicking.
During the process, it is very likely that the Bixian game will be interrupted, or the Bixian's taboos will be violated. At this time, the appearance of these three words on the paper will cater to their psychological suggestion, thinking that the Bixian has really appeared, and thus feel scared. But it is a pity that he
I met us today and there were no mistakes in all the steps, but his answers on paper had nothing to do with my questions. This shows that Bixian is just a scary gimmick."
After talking for a long time, Fei Youliang found that Zhu Jianing did not respond, as if he was the only one in the room.
"Xiao Zhu? Why are your hands so cold?" He looked up and saw Zhu Jianing staring blankly behind him, his mouth wide open and his facial features distorted.
"What are you looking at?"
Zhu Jianing's expression at this time was a bit scary. It was as if he hadn't heard Fei Youliang's words. His whole body was trembling, just like the scarred ballpoint pen in his hand, which was trembling more and more violently.
Fei Youliang had a bad premonition in his heart. He also noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the girls' dormitory. There was an indescribable sense of oppression than before. And the source of this oppression seemed to be behind him.
He wanted to turn around, but he felt as if his back was pressed by something, and every muscle in his body became stiff.
What's going on? What's the principle?
Questions flashed through his mind one after another, and the feeling that he wanted to see but couldn't see it made him very crazy.
"What did Xiao Zhu see? What is behind me?!"
A cold feeling spread throughout his body, as if his body had been thrown into an ice cave. Fei Youliang shivered. Blocky blue-purple marks appeared on the surface of his skin, as if several invisible hands had grabbed him.
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He felt like something behind him was trying to squeeze into his body. What was worse was that a chill was slowly pressing on his shoulders, getting heavier and heavier!
At this time, Zhu Jianing, who was opposite him, finally reached the limit of his endurance and shouted with all his strength: "There is someone behind you!"
"Back?"
There are two concepts between having someone on your back and someone behind you. One is lying on your back, and the other is standing behind you.
Fei Youliang's brain was still thinking and analyzing instinctively, but Zhu Jianing in front of him had jumped up, shook off his hand, and ran towards the door!
Zhu Jianing walked decisively and directly without hesitation.
Fei Youliang, who was abandoned by his teammates, was still sitting on the ground blankly. The pen wrapped in transparent tape in his hand seemed to have grown on his hand and he could not shake it off.
His arm was stiff and he didn't move at all, but the pen tip started writing on the white paper by itself.
"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"
One by one, ferocious red letters appeared on the white paper. Zhu Jianing had left. Fei Youliang was the only one holding the pen. He knew very well that his hand had not moved from beginning to end. These words were written by other things present.
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Even at this time, Fei Youliang still harbors a trace of luck. He likes to seek excitement because he never believes that dirty things exist in the world. He has always regarded himself as an absolutely sane person.
"What Xiao Zhu saw might be a 3D projection, with chairs placed side by side. The position where tourists play the Bixian game is fixed. As long as the equipment is installed at the corresponding angle, a similar effect can be created. The principle should be like this.
Wrong, but why is my body shaking?" He admitted that he underestimated the old ballpoint pen and the haunted house. If he was given another chance to choose again, he would never come in and visit so rashly.
The cold feeling on his back was still spreading. After writing frantically, the pen in Fei Youliang's hand finally became overwhelmed and the tape collapsed and broke again.
The upper end of the pen holder fell off, just as the word "death" was written on the paper.
"Is it over?" His arm slowly regained control, and Fei Youliang didn't dare to breathe until then.
His muscles were still a little stiff. He wanted to move his body, but found that his shoulders were so heavy that he couldn't move them at all!
He thought he had survived the pen fairy game, but in fact this terrifying experience had just begun.
"Why can't you still move?" Fei Youliang looked behind him as he struggled to twist his neck.
His eyes narrowed to a slit, and he was mentally prepared, but when he looked back, he found that there was nothing behind him.
"A false alarm? Why did Xiao Zhu react so exaggeratedly? What did he see?"
Fei Youliang's brain was working rapidly. During this period, his shoulders became heavier, as if he was being stepped on by something.
"Shoulders? Stepping on?"
A picture flashed through his mind. Fei Youliang seemed to have thought of something and slowly raised his head.
His black hair was disheveled, his face was swollen from suffocation, and his eyes were bulging, showing unexplained anger.
Just on Fei Youliang's shoulder, stood a hanged woman!
His mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. Every hair on his body stood on end, and his glasses hung crookedly on his face. Fei Youliang felt that at that moment, his heart had stopped beating.
"I……"
Before the next words were spoken, his pupils began to dilate, his body tilted, and he fell softly.
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Chen Ge deliberately waited outside for a few minutes before entering the scene of Muyang Middle School. He wanted to stagger the time with the two visitors.
"I haven't heard any screams for a long time. These two guys are quite powerful. It seems I have to take it seriously." Putting on the human skin mask, Chen Ge entered the last classroom first and put the carton containing twenty-four school ID cards.
On the podium: "Tables and chairs were knocked down. It seems they have entered here and encountered something."
Chen Ge didn't know what happened to the two of them. He hadn't fully explored this scene yet.
After putting the overturned tables and chairs back into place and stuffing the papers and textbooks on the floor back into the drawers, Chen Ge suddenly heard footsteps coming from the fork in front of him and someone running wildly in the corridor.
"Who could it be?" Wearing a doctor's coat stained with blood and a human skin mask made of countless faces, he slowly walked out of the classroom.bdshare();