This is obviously an ordinary story, but why is this such an ordinary story so memorable after reading it? Even if the book is closed, the ghost press bed in the chat, and the scene where the protagonist suddenly gets up and bites the ghost to death in the end, it is all like a movie picture, which is played in Xie Yanping's mind.

It's strange, how can it feel like this?

For this situation, Xie Yanping naturally has no way of knowing. He was just a middle school student and didn't have much of a literary cell. He only knows whether the story is good or not, and whether he likes to read it or not. As for the deeper things in the novel, whether they have literary value or not, he doesn't know how to explain them.

However, after reading this chat, Xie Yanping felt that such a little story could have some myths and legends like the ones he heard when he was a child. Because he also thinks that these myths are not necessarily very new. However, Liao Zhai is as direct to the hearts of the people as these legends and these stories that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Even if Xie Yanping wanted to forget, it was impossible.

It seems that I still have to book the next midnight talk, even if it's just for this one.

I just don't know if there will be a story like this in the next issue?

That night, Xie Yanping returned to the dormitory with his classmates.

He is a boarder, and like most of his classmates, he lives in the school.

This night, after evening self-study, the school has turned off the lights and went to bed. It's just that young people are energetic now, even if the lights are out, there is still constant chatting in the dormitory.

There are interesting things to tell in the class.

It is also said that so-and-so female classmate is really good-looking.

Others told jokes.

At this time, Zhou Wen, who recommended Reader's Digest to Xie Yanping at noon, cleared his throat and said.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet, it's time to read the philosophy of life every night. ”

I have to say that Zhou Wen is simply the hardcore of Reader's Digest. He constantly reads Reader's Digest himself, and at the same time, he recommends it to others. And even so, basically every night, he will talk to his dormitory classmates about such a philosophy of life.

"People suffer because we have too many people. If we know how to be happy, then we will not be miserable......"

The philosophy of life has always been lofty, tall and comprehensive, and what Zhou Wen said is impassioned and emotional. It's just that the dormitory classmates probably listened to too much of Zhou Wen's philosophy of life. In the past, Zhou Wen talked about such a paragraph, and everyone only listened to it as a story, but few would interject. But now, everyone has found out. You can't listen to this philosophy of life too much, and if you listen too much, it's simply a destruction of the ear. The teacher has already talked too much about these life philosophies during class, and now when I go to bed, I come again.

It's just inhumane.

"Stop, stop, don't talk about it today, we're almost asleep listening to it. ”

"Yes, Zhou Wen, let's take a rest today, and I'll talk about it later, don't say anything about life philosophy, we all understand this. ”

This was just a lecture, and soon a classmate chimed in.

"No, buddy, that's a very meaningful philosophy. You don't want to hear that, so what do you want to hear?"

Zhou Wen was also a little depressed, but when he saw the opposition of his dormitory classmates, he had to stop.

"Tell horror stories, it's best to tell horror stories at night. ”

One of them suggested.

"I agree, haha, it's so exciting to tell horror stories now. ”

"I agree. Hasn't that Zhu Songbin always booked a suspense world, there must be a lot of horror stories in it. Hey, hey, Zhu Songbin, don't pretend to be asleep, how about a horror story?"

"Didn't sleep, what horror stories do you want to hear?"

Seeing that everyone was talking about himself, Zhu Songbin immediately replied.

"What are the categories of horror stories? ”

"Of course, there are mystery horror stories, suspense horror stories, and adventure horror stories, and many more. ”

Zhu Songbin is a well-read reader of horror stories, and when it comes to horror stories, it is the first thing to say.

"Don't care about reasoning, suspense, you can tell us about one at will, as long as it's terrifying, the more terrifying, the better. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, the most terrifying, the kind that can scare us completely. ”

"Alright then, I'll tell you a horror story that happened at school. ”

Seeing that everyone was so interested, Zhu Songbin was also interested.

In the past, only he and Xie Yanping watched horror stories in the class, and everyone else didn't watch them much, which made him a little helpless. In that case, I'll talk to them tonight and scare them completely. Just scare them, hey, let them follow them to see the suspense world in the future.

Zhu Songbin is ready to give a lecture on the principle that good things should be shared with good friends.

"Anyway, there's a middle school in the southwest......"

Zhu Songbin was very serious about telling a recent ghost story that he was more impressed and more terrifying.

It's just that halfway through the story, the classmates in the dormitory are a little annoyed.

"Zhu Songbin, this is the horror story you are talking about. It's not scary at all. ”

"Yes, Zhu Songbin, what kind of horror story are you watching, it's not scary at all, you see, after we listened to it, there was no reaction. ”

The dormitory classmates were obviously a little dissatisfied and said one after another.

"Okay, I'll change it, change it to a paranormal event that happened in the hospital. ”

Unfortunately, it was only halfway through the talk, and the dormitory classmates interrupted again.

"Zhu Songbin, forget it, don't tell it, we also know the horror stories you told. Either it happened in the hospital, or it happened at school, or it was late at night, and there were too many shots in these movies, and I didn't feel it at all. ”

"Grass, you guys are really hard to serve, you asked me to talk about it just now, and now I talk about it and say this and that, I won't tell you about it. ”

Zhu Songbin was a little angry and scolded them.

"Hehe, Zhu Songbin, let's just talk, don't be angry, but your ghost story is really average. ”

They are all classmates, and they are used to joking, and everyone doesn't take it seriously when they talk about jokes.

At this time, Xie Yanping, who had not spoken, spoke.

"Guys, I watched a ghost story today, and it feels very good, do you want to hear it?"

"Forget it, Zhu Songbin talked about two just now, it's not scary at all, and it's about the same as you can see. ”

"Anyway, everyone can't sleep, just listen to it. ”

"That's what I said, then Xie Yanping, you can tell it, it's best to tell a horror story that we can't sleep. ”

"Well, listen. ”

Xie Yanping turned over and sat up, he was about to tell the ghost story he saw at noon - Liao Zhai

He was going to sit and tell this ghost story, because, he felt, if he had been asleep, he would be frightened by it.

"Shen Linsheng said: His friend a certain Weng, taking a nap in the summer, in the haze, saw a woman lift the curtain and enter the house......"

The dormitory classmates listened quietly, and everyone didn't bother Xie Yanping.

Although, at the beginning, the dormitory students didn't think this ghost story was so scary.

However, although it is not scary, it feels okay, at least it does not sound offensive. Most importantly, they felt that this ghost story was very graphic. Xie Yanping just said a few words casually, and the whole story was released like a movie.

Not long after, the woman got into bed with her clothes on and pressed on the old man's stomach, and the old man felt that he weighed hundreds of pounds. Although I understand everything in my heart, I want to raise my hand, but my hand is like being tied, and I want to lift my foot, but my foot is weak and cannot move. I was so anxious that I wanted to cry out for help, but I couldn't scream. Then the woman sniffed his face with her mouth, cheeks, nose, eyebrows, and forehead. The old man felt that her mouth was as cold as ice, and the cold air penetrated her bones. He was in a hurry, trying to bite her hard when she sniffed her cheek. It didn't take long for him to smell his cheeks, and the old man took advantage of the situation to bite her cheekbones violently, and his teeth bit into the flesh. The woman felt pain and wanted to leave quickly, struggling and crying at the same time. But the harder the old man bit it, the more he felt the blood flowing through his cheeks and soaking the pillow......"

When Xie Yanping came to this point, everyone was already attracted by this ghost story.

Although they still thought in their hearts that this ghost story was not so scary, they already felt much better at this time. Especially, when the story is told at this point, the whole picture presented by the story becomes clearer. They already felt that an old man was pressed on the bed by a ghost, and at the same time, his hands and feet were already tied, and he couldn't speak if he wanted to.

It's just that, thinking about it, they can't help but feel some tingling on their scalps.

Several of my classmates already got goosebumps.

However, in the end, he is still a man, he is more courageous, and there are so many people in the dormitory, what is there to be afraid of.

Thinking about it in my heart, the previous horror slowly receded.

A few minutes later, the ghost story of more than 1,000 words was officially told.

"It's not good, plain. ”

Dormitory classmates commented.

"Yes, it doesn't necessarily mean that scary, but I feel that after listening to this story, I immediately remember it. ”

"I also think it's easier to remember, but it's not scary at all. ”

"Forget it, forget it, don't talk about it, let's sleep. ”

It was a little late, so everyone chatted casually and said they were ready to go to bed.

"Okay, go to sleep. ”

After everyone finished speaking, they closed their eyes and went to sleep.

It's just that as soon as this eye is closed, bad things come out.

Almost all the students in the entire dormitory, the moment they closed their eyes, they felt an extra shadow in their minds.

The shadow blew cool air on their lips, and its mouth was wide open, as if it was about to bite them at any moment.

In an instant, the vest was cold, and the entire cold hair stood up.

A few classmates rolled over and got up on the spot, with a hint of frightened trembling, and muttered.

"There are ghosts. ”

"There are ghosts"

"There's a ghost. ”

"There's a female ghost. ”

"There's a female ghost coming to eat me. ”