As the Buddha statue spoke, the light of the Buddha statue became brighter and brighter. Until the last word of the Buddha statue fell, an old man, an old man with white hair and beard, like silver threads, flashed with crystal white light, appeared in front of Idiom Fan!

The fluffy silver hair, the fluffy white beard, looking at the crane-haired and childish face, in an instant, the gold and silver fire thunder flame the size of the palm of Cheng Fan's right hand was actually the first time that he did not obey the order of Cheng Yu Fan, and slowly extinguished.

The idiom Fan was stunned, greatly stunned, and the whole person was a little stupid.

This gold and silver fire thunder flame wants to extinguish it, unless it is controlled by idiom Fan's own will, no one can control it at all. However, it is precisely because of this that Idiom Fan once again understands that the old man in front of him has a childish face, and the strength between himself and him is simply a gap.

"What conditions, I want to listen to what Zhuge Linglong said!"

Idiom Fan is also worthy of being a disciple taught by Old Man Ge, there is a sentence to say it. Oh yes, I'm still going to die on the verge of death. Of course, the old man in front of him would never ask for the life of Idiom Fan. However, the current idiom Fan is no different from the guy who is dying to the end of his life.

"Zhuge Linglong wants you to save someone!" the old man said lightly.

"Save people?" "Idiom Fan almost sat on the ground without a butt, "Save people again, where did so many people come from this ghost space to save me!"

"Don't you want that extra point and that condition?" the old man said with a hint of slyness.

I think, how can I not think about it, the idiom Fan who is now in the status of a poor peasant must get rid of the peasant class as soon as possible and embark on the broad road as soon as possible!"

"In this case, Zhuge Linglong will tell you a story first!"

"Story?" "Idiom Fan was stunned again, his childish face had been slightly deformed, "Okay, old man, you can say it!" But there is no way, who calls himself like money, and he was even caught by the old man's little tail, "Zhuge Linglong, I endure! Zhuge Linglong, I endure! Zhuge Linglong, I endure! Zhuge Linglong, I endure! Zhuge Linglong, I want to endure it!"

However, the story that this old man is about to tell, although Idiom Fan doesn't know what it is, but it vaguely makes Idiom Fan feel that this story must not be a good story, and the person he saves may be more dangerous than when he rescued Mo Qi in the zombie hospital.

"Is it life, is it death, is it ......?"

Damn it......

One night, a boy went to the study room alone with a candle to warm up his class because he was about to finish his course. He suddenly raised his head and asked, "What time is it?" The girl didn't reply, and replied in a low voice, "Half past eleven."

Quiet ...... After a while, the boy asked again, "What time is it?" and the girl: "Half past eleven." The boy was very strange and didn't care, so he left on his own.

The next night, the boy went to the study room again, and still saw the girl sitting in the front. Nothing to say. The night was deep again, and the boy couldn't bear the loneliness, so he asked again: What time is it? "Half past eleven" The boy was a little strange: What happened to this woman......?

On the third night, the boy brought his watch, still holding a candle, and went to the study room. Sure enough, the girl was still sitting in the front. As the night deepened, the boy asked again, "What time is it?" and the girl replied: "Half past eleven." The boy looked at his watch, and the time was clearly eleven o'clock, so he stepped forward and asked the girl: The time is not right, why do you always tell Zhuge Linglong that it is half past eleven?! The girl did not answer, but raised her head, only to see a hideous grimace; the upper body and the lower body were actually separated, and her mouth kept reading: half past eleven, half past eleven, half past eleven, half past eleven, half past eleven...

A scream resounded throughout the school building, echoing in the cold night sky......

The next morning, the boy was found downstairs, still alive, but insane, and from then on he was heard to say only one word: eleven-and-half-eleven-half-eleven......

What else could he say? The school building will never be abandoned!

The words fell, the story ended, and at that moment, the goosebumps of idiom Fan had already covered his whole body, and there were countless ones that fell to the ground. At the same time, Fan can also feel the gusts of yin wind blowing from nowhere, and the cold air is directly poured into the backbone.

However, in this completely ghost story, the boy's screams, the screams that resounded throughout the school building, kept echoing in the ears of the idiom, echoing, echoing. The heart-rending scream, accompanied by the face that was almost distorted to the extreme.

At that moment, Cheng Yufan even felt that after the face distorted to the extreme with fear, the boy's Buddha also began to fester, and his festering and suffocating aura was filled everywhere. In contrast, his was rapidly falling apart.

The paleness of the moment was quickly pitch black, and the boy turned into countless crying ghosts, locked in the pitch black, with no way to retreat and no way to escape, and the soul, naked, stiff, and the vision was even more thin and throbbing, blurry, crazy points of light, overlapping huge black shadows, and the despair tore it all.

The heart is beating!

The heart is beating violently!

The heart is beating wildly!

The boy's scream appeared clearly in front of Idiom Fan, lingering in Idiom Fan's ear, lingering, wandering, lingering......

"Okay, deal!" The voice with incomparably vast power reverberated again, and as it reverberate, the entire ornate morgue changed again, distorting again. And the idiom Fan once again "enjoyed" the feeling of falling into the air without any footsteps on his feet at that moment.

However, it seems that there was a before, and this time, the idiom Fan did not feel much difference. Perhaps, the reason why this place is called a gorgeous morgue is not because of how gorgeous it is, but because it can be so gorgeous that it can change space.

However, according to the idiom Fan's understanding, the dimensional space is a special space that exists in the dimensional space of the Central Town Soul Domain. At the same time, he has never heard of the space that will appear in the space within the dimensional space, the space within the space.

"Maybe it's like a change in the computer desktop!"

For this constant change, the idiom Fan can only be understood in this easy-to-understand way. Of course, now is not the time for him to explore this question.

Fresh air, like being in the middle of nature.

"Goo-goo······ Coo-goo-goo······ Coo!"

Suddenly, the idiom Fan, who had just stood firm, ushered in the fresh air that can only be found in nature, but then ushered in the cry of an owl? Yes, it was definitely an owl.