Chapter Seventy-Three: The Girl Under the Streetlight;

Sure enough, when the photo was completely burned, only to hear a terrible laughter ringing in our ears, the senior sister suddenly came out of nowhere and rushed to our eyes: "You dare to burn such a photo to me! Are you laughing at us for being stupid?"

"That's not the case, you listen to our explanation first..."

Don't wait for me to finish. Senior Sister Pen, Fun and Pavilion www.biquge.info suddenly had red eyes, a pair of sharp nails grew, and grabbed the necks of the two of us: "It seems that you already know all the causes and consequences." Do you know why I had to dig out the hearts of those boys? I want to know what color their hearts are, and how many girls they have in their hearts!" The senior sister smiled strangely as she spoke, making its delicate appearance look terrifying, "And you, why did you buy my roses that day and didn't take them with you, why? Why did you buy my roses and give them back to me? Do you know that I don't want to receive roses anymore, and do you know that I hate roses the most?!"

I was already having trouble breathing, and I thought I was going to die. However, I could clearly feel the hand around my neck gradually loosen its strength in the trembling.

"Senior sister, you said you hated roses, so why didn't you just kill us at that time?"

Suddenly, the fierce senior sister's hand completely let go of our necks, and it squatted on the ground and cried: "Over the years, you have been the first to give me roses, just like when I didn't know the truth of the matter, I could still indulge in sweet love. ”

The red light in my sister's eyes gradually disappeared, and her sharp nails slowly retracted.

Bai Chen and I glanced at each other, stepped forward and said to Senior Sister: "Senior Sister, I know that you were deceived about your feelings back then, but you have to believe that not all love in the world is unfaithful. When you kill those boys, you know how much grief their girlfriends and families have endured. Senior sister, don't spoil the sweetness of other people's love anymore, okay?"

My sister gradually stabilized her mood through my persuasion.

Bai Chen took the opportunity to hand over a diary: "Over the years, my cousin has lived in guilt. I stole this diary, which records all his apologies to you. It reads: 'You're the kindest girl he's ever met, no matter what'. ”

The senior sister took the diary and looked through every sentence on it, but the tears dripped on the notebook but did not leave any water stains. We saw that Senior Sister's body became more and more transparent, and finally disappeared completely. All that was left was the streetlamp, quietly illuminating a rose on the ground. It's as if nothing has ever happened here, but it's like a love story.

"Alas, Valentine's Day in the future can finally be spent peacefully. Bai Chen breathed a sigh of relief and put his arm on my shoulder and said.

I picked up the rose, smiled and said, "yes, we're safe for now." ”

"No, Senior Sister's matter is settled, but there is always a smell of death in our school, and the whole school seems to have become a huge tomb, with an indescribable weird and eerie feeling. Bai Chen shook his head.

So, we went back to Bai Chen's school to see what caused the school to be surrounded by dead air.

Mist gradually emerged around the darkness, and I called Song Nan, who put the peach wood compass on the ground, sealed his hands, and recited the law: "Yang Qing Yin is turbid, chaos is divided, and instructions are given!"

This compass can detect spirits, and the death in the school is so heavy, it is very likely that some unjust ghosts are wandering around the school. I'm afraid that I won't be able to do it alone, so I have to call Song Nan to come, so I can feel at ease.

As Song Nan's decree fell, a faint mist churned over the compass, and the pointer on the peach wood compass began to tremble. I was stunned: sure enough, just as I guessed, there were unjust ghosts and ghosts making trouble here. However, what kind of unjust ghost can have such a great ability to make the whole school lifeless?

I saw the hands on the compass start to turn, and after a week of rotation, it still didn't mean to stop, and it turned faster and faster.

I glanced at Song Nan, who looked at the compass that was spinning faster and faster, and his brows furrowed. Immediately, he took out the rune paper and pinched it in the palm of his hand, and held the peachwood sword away from the compass with his other hand.

I took out a willow leaf and put it to his eye and asked him to look overhead.

Because I saw something out of the ordinary!

The compass hand doesn't stop, most likely because the ghost is directly above or below the compass. A white light flashed through the dense branches, and a pair of miserable white feet appeared in the air, and on them were tattered shrouds and a distorted white woman's face hung from a rope on a branch.

Blood kept flowing from his eyes on his pale grimace, a huge scar on his face was surging with flesh and blood, and he stared at the two of us with a miserable smile on the corner of his mouth...