After killing Wang Xiaohu and others, I can be considered to have escaped a catastrophe.

With a long sigh, it turned out that he had already become the protagonist of the story, but he didn't know it.

But at this point, the matter is almost over, and I asked Wang Ruohan to follow me to the church.

That's where the sect leader is, I went to them once before, and I didn't find anything special at that time, and today is Sunday, and there is an event in the afternoon.

I decided to go here and find what I wanted while the event was going on.

This time, when I came to the church, I told the church leader that I had brought in a new friend.

The leader was very pleased, and immediately let me walk around the church at will.

As I said before, the so-called church is just a residential building, but in their mouths, it is called a church.

It's as if for non-Christians, the Bible is just a book.

For those believers, it can almost be seen as having the will of God.

Leaving this topic aside, I went straight to the bookcase and reopened the cabinet full of ghost stories.

In the end, I flipped through it, and it turned out that it was really like what Wang Xiaohu said, and every story here is a real thing that happened in reality.

It's not just something you find on the Internet, and it's not a nonsense.

Then I kept flipping through it, but I didn't look at the content of the ghost story, and when I roughly flipped to the top, I found 96 stories, which happened to be the story that I saw replaced when I was watching the news broadcast.

The 97th story from the bottom is naturally the story written in the advertisement posted in front of my house.

In other words, I have personally experienced the last few stories, but the protagonist of the story is not me, and when I turned to the 99th story in the next month, I found that it was the story of the mudslide, but so far in the 99th story, someone has made a cross on it with a brush.

And scribbling in it, you can't see the original way of the story at all.

And the white books of the other ghost stories are all safe and sound, and they are placed here.

Then I immediately took out the other books and looked through them.,The story in it is also clearly written.,Didn't move my hands and feet.,At this time, after continuous friction of taking it out and putting it in.,I found that there was white powder falling on the ground.。

At this time, I took out one of the notebooks casually, and I took a look at it.

I found that this white book came out again, and the next page seemed to be faded.。

I rubbed my hand hard, and it turned out that there was a name of yours written on the back, this person I don't recognize, but under this person's name was written a specific date, and this date was exactly the same as the date of the death of the main character in the story.

I continued to rummage for a while, and when I got there, I realized that the ghost story I had seen on the news had a woman's name written on the back, which happened to be the deceased person I had met earlier.

Next I saw the editor's name as well.

I kept flipping through the pages in order, and at the end I was really shocked to see the name, because it was none other than me, but I just put a big cross on the name.

If I had seen it on a regular basis, I would have wondered who I had offended, but now I feel more gratified.

Because it's obvious that all the people who were going to write their names before are dead, and now I'm the only one alive here, not to mention that my eldest daughter-in-law reminded me, otherwise my name would have been written in this book last night.

As I was just looking at the books, I heard the door open, and many believers came in one after another, and they came to the middle of the hall and sat down in a circle with a small bench, in an orderly manner.

These people vary in age, ranging from young and old, to those in their 80s and teenagers.

Everyone sat down in unison, extremely quiet with each other, looking very weird, everyone was like this, looking at each other and doing nothing.

As the process went on, I put all the files back in the cabinet, and then walked into the hall together, and at this moment I saw the sect leader slowly walking in front of everyone.

It was then announced that the people around him began to tell the ghost story.

Before the event began, the leader said a lot of babbling words, most of which were meant to make everyone believe in God.

I watched the excitement for a while, and then the leader walked in front of everyone, picked up the book, and began to turn to the first person.

It was a man.

When he arrived, he was wearing a motorcycle tracksuit and a helmet on his head, which looked very unusual in this church.

However, the sect leader didn't feel angry because of this, and just smiled and asked the man to tell a horror story.

* Got up and bowed to everyone, and then slowly walked to the center of everyone.

Their ghost story sounded unremarkable, according to the man, one day in the process of going up the mountain, suddenly he saw a fluorescent flicker in front of him, and the man happened to be driving a motorcycle, and it was too late to stop, so he flew straight over.

At this time, I didn't feel a little cold, but when I looked back, I found that my head had fallen to the ground for some reason, and then I lost consciousness.

At this time, I realized that there was such a very slender iron wire on the highway, and when I crossed it at a fast speed, my neck had been cut.

That's the end of the story, and it's tasteless.

Then a woman with a ponytail stood up and said that one day, while washing clothes at home, she suddenly heard a knock on the door, and the voice was very violent, and the neighbor was constantly calling for herself.

Neighbors said they were hurt.

If you need some adhesive tape, please provide it yourself.

At that time, this woman thought that neighbors should take care of each other.

So he slowly walked to the door, opened the door and gave the gauze on the handle, but at this time, the door was directly rushed open by the people outside, and it turned out that the people outside the door were not neighbors at all, but a group of criminal gangs.

The moment the door opened, the bandits outside killed themselves with knives.

The story goes on and on.