The strength of his fingers gradually tightened, and Bai Yan's face turned red.

He tried hard to break the hand that was holding his neck, but it was like a poisonous snake, biting him by the neck.

Bai Yan gradually became breathless, and he knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely be strangled to death.

Recalling the memories of the previous few escapes, Bai Yan's eyes were hot.

It's a feeling he's experienced many times, and it's all too familiar.

Over the past month, he has tried many times and learned how to use this unknown source of blood and tears.

This kind of blood and tears can make him have a little resistance in front of the ghosts, and make the ghosts ignore his existence.

In addition, this power can not only reduce the interest of the ghosts in him, but can also be used on humans.

Under the conscious urging, Bai Yan's eyes left two lines of bloody tears, and the burning blood tears meandered down, and the sticky blood beads smashed on the table one by one, making a heavy crashing sound.

Blood and tears have been pouring out, and Bai Yan felt that the tears that came out this time were more than the time when Li Huafei dragged him into the language book to be friends with him in Chinese class.

Bai Yan felt that he would faint at any time, but fortunately, blood and tears still played a role.

I don't know how long later, when half of the wall of the desk was wet with blood and tears, Wang Ze's hand around his neck suddenly loosened.

Freed from the clutches of the iron hoop, Bai Yan covered his mouth and coughed.

However, just when he thought that Wang Ze had let go of himself like the previous ghost, Wang Ze's hand around his neck suddenly stretched out his eyes and said lightly: "Your eyes make me feel sick." ”

With that, he gouged out Bai Yan's left eye.

He threw his eyeball to the ground and stomped on it, and Bai Yan only had time to let out a scream, and then he could not make any more sound—his other eye was gouged out, and then his throat was choked tightly again.

This time, the hand that grabbed his throat was full of force at the beginning, and Bai Yan could clearly hear the creaking sound coming from his neck.

Pain.

It hurts.

There was an unbearable pain in his eyes and throat at the same time, and Bai Yan wanted to cry out in pain, but he couldn't make a sound.

His eyes had been gouged out, and even if he wanted to cry in pain, he had no tools to cry.

There were only two black blood holes left in Bai Yan's eyes, large streams of scarlet liquid gushing out of his eye sockets, and a strong smell of rust in his nose and mouth at the same time.

Bai Yan was vaguely aware that this was the taste of the passage of life.

Soon, he will be killed and turned into a cold corpse.

Then, he would be transported out of the classroom by one or two of his classmates, dragged by his arm, mercilessly to the trash can he had passed in the morning.

They would throw his body inside, and like other long-dead classmates, they would rot and stink in the cold darkness of the iron sheet, and let the vicious dogs and maggots feast on his corpse.

In a few days, or dozens of days, he would be a faceless dry skeleton, lying at the bottom of the garbage heap with his companions, with fresh, fleshy bones buried above his body.

......

Bai Yan himself felt very surprised, under the dual effects of death and pain, he still had the time to think about this.

A subtle sense of strangeness rose from the bottom of his heart, and Bai Yan felt that his soul was being withdrawn from his body.

Bai Yan finally realized that something was wrong, his hanging head was slightly raised, and the hand on his side also regained some strength.

He raised his blood-stained hand and stroked Wang Ze's face in the darkness.

The touch was so familiar to him, the familiar silhouette was exactly the same as the feeling he once had in his memory.

However, Bai Yan knew very well in his heart that these were two completely different people.

The one in front of you may not even be a person.

Bai Yan withdrew his palm, put his hand on the hand that was choking his throat, and smiled lowly.

He raised his empty eyes and smiled helplessly, mixed with a little regret in his helplessness: "This world... It's a fake......"

"Such an interesting dream, I really want to do it for a while......"

Bai Yan coughed twice and said intermittently: "I like it very much... It's the world I've always looked forward to, but someone like him would never do that......"

"It's a pity...... You're so fake. ”

After saying the last sentence, Bai Yan's body was in vain, and the 'person' who grabbed his throat and pressed him to the desk disappeared.

Bai Yan regained his freedom, and at the same time, his eyes also regained their light.

In the dream, Bai Yan looked at the empty eye sockets and saw the dream gradually disintegrate.

The floor tiles of the classroom began to crumble, the ceiling above their heads crumbled, and soon large bricks fell down, and sharp boulders killed several children.

In this scene where the sky is falling apart, the male teacher lets out an unwilling roar, and the children scream in fear in their childish voices.

Looking at the hellish scene, Bai Yan did not have the slightest fear.

He knew incredibly well that it was just a dream.

A dream that could not be more real.

......

Waking up from the dream, Bai Yan felt overwhelmed.

He opened his eyes to find a corpse so decomposed that it was impossible to see the gender pressing against him, raising his rotting hand and clasping his neck tightly, which is why he was out of breath.

No wonder, he felt a lot of pain in his neck in his dream, it turned out that it was all a good thing.

Bai Yan immediately understood everything, but he didn't have time to fix this culprit. He pushed the rotting corpse open with his knee and pushed it aside.

Seeing that the phone was not in his hand, he immediately reached out and touched his pocket, but he touched it twice, and the whole person was stunned.

"Where's my phone?

Before entering the dream, Bai Yan read the rules of the game, so he knew that he only had thirty seconds to click back after waking up.

After thirty seconds, the dead corpse next to him will not honestly stand up, but will be revived into a real ghost, which can easily kill him.

Bai Yan knows that no matter how magical the APP's care is, it is impossible for the mobile phone to run away with long legs on its own.

He looked at his surroundings, and he sat in an empty room with only an iron bed underneath him, and only a dead corpse next to him, which was rotting and stinking, and there seemed to be no place to hide anything.

Thinking of the act of pressing on him just now and pinching his neck with his hand, this ghost is obviously not an honest ghost.

It must have been while he was asleep that the ghost stole his phone.

The ghosts that can create dreams are really different, not only do they have big brains, but they also think differently from other ghosts.

So, where can it hide its phone?

Bai Yan thought for two seconds and found that the belly of the carrion corpse was still intact, at least the meat on it was not rotten.

So, enduring the stench, he reached out and tore open the tattered belly of the rotting corpse.

In the stomach of the rotting corpse, there was indeed a dirty mobile phone.

Bai Yan opened the phone and saw the familiar interface on the App, knowing that this phone was genuine.

Seeing that it was about to come to an end in thirty seconds, the skull of the rotting corpse next to him swayed, and there was a great posture of recovery.

Bai Yan no longer hesitated, and immediately ordered to return.

When he returned to the real room, Bai Yan had time to cover his eyes and collapsed motionless on the bed.

Although it was just a dream, the pain in the dream remained, and when it returned to reality, his eyes still ached faintly.

After lying on the bed for a long time, Bai Yan relieved himself.

He felt his eyes burn, so he propped himself up and looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, his eyes were red. With his original golden hair, he is now more of an albinist.

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