I stared at the female ghost, not daring to move. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info only wished she was deaf and didn't hear my shout.

Of course, that's just my delusion, and there are no disabled people in the ghosts...... Uh, disabled ghosts, because they don't need senses at all. All they can feel is the breath, the breath of the other person.

The female ghost turned her head slowly, and there was a "click" sound with the rotation of her neck, and then the head turned so stiffly that it was at a standard ninety degrees with her body.

"You...... Still studying? The female ghost's muffled voice came.

My head was buzzing, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. No matter how terrible the ghosts were, they had at least one face—even half of it. But the ghost in front of him has no face. Where the face should have been long, there was a blur of flesh and blood, which was still dripping down her skirt and speckled spots.

I clenched my fists with both hands and didn't say a word. I remember what Qian Yu said, I am now full of ghosts, if you put me in a pile of ghosts, the onmyoji will not be able to tell which one is me. If so, as long as I don't move and hold my breath, this ghost shouldn't be able to tell if I'm human or not.

The female ghost saw that I didn't say a word, and suddenly her neck was stretched, and a head "suddenly" came to me, and the bloody face almost touched my nose, and a foul smell mixed with the smell of blood came to my face, choking me with a nausea.

I instinctively ducked back, trying to hold back the feeling of wanting to throw up. But the female ghost's rotten face approached step by step.

"You're still learning...... I'll strangle you...... I'll strangle you......" The female ghost said as she suddenly shrank her neck, and her whole body flew over as if she was hanging on a zipline, and two cold and hard claws immediately grabbed my neck.

......As soon as the female ghost's hand touched the amulet around my neck, a spark instantly erupted, and she screamed miserably and retracted her hands.

Where do I dare to continue to stand there and pretend to be a ghost, and hurriedly turn around and run away. But with corridors behind him, there was no way to escape, so he had to burrow into a classroom and hide in the teacher's lectern table.

The screams of the female ghost in the hallway still echoed, and I only hoped that my ghost energy would work so that she wouldn't notice me hiding in the classroom.

When I was nervous, I suddenly heard a small and broken sound, as if someone was writing, and as if he was reading. Is there anyone left in the classroom? What books are you reading when the lights are out.

However, there are indeed some nerds in our top class, who have completely surpassed the ancients who had their heads hanging over the beam and thorns, and borrowed light from the wall, and there were many people who studied in the corner with their mobile phones on.

I couldn't help but worry that if the female ghost from outside chased in, the poor nerd would be scared to death. Thinking about it, I quickly stuck my head out of the lectern to see who was still fighting at night.

There were indeed a few students sitting in the middle of the classroom, all reading with their heads down. Almost the same neat student with his head hanging down his face and making his expression unclear. I felt a chill in my heart, knowing that there were also problems with these ones. Even if you are a nerd, reading in such a dark classroom, there is no reason not to turn on the lights.

Cursing in my heart, I reached out to cover my snort, and ducked back behind the lectern table in an extremely slow motion. Secretly said, I really just got out of the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den, why is it so much back today.

At this time, the voice of the female ghost in the corridor was getting closer and closer, and the roar that was almost full of hiss was so frightened that I didn't dare to move.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound, and the left pocket of my skirt vibrated violently. I was dizzy, it was actually a mobile phone. Although it had been turned into vibration, the sound was very clear in the silence of the classroom. I scrambled to reach for my phone, disconnected it, and then quickly turned it off.

After a while, there was already a cold breath coming from behind me.

"It's broken!" I felt a pang of despair, and slowly turned my head, but I happened to meet a miserable white face. The face was bloodless, and the gray eyes were fixed on me.

"Help us......" The ghost stiffened open, its small voice rushing over with a chill.

"Ahh Immediately, his mind went blank and he rushed out of the podium, screaming to open the door and rush out, but he hit his head on something wet.

When I looked up, I saw the rotten face, and the cold and foul smell came to my nose, and I finally couldn't help but open my mouth and vomited: "Wow-" and vomited.

I wiped my mouth in embarrassment, grabbed the amulet in my hand in a panic, and shrunk into the corner of the wall, almost crying.

The grim-faced ghost, who didn't know if he was frightened by my amulet or something else, just stared at me for a moment, then turned his head to the middle of the room.

Only then did I realize that the ghosts who were sitting at the desks reading a book just now stood up and looked at this rotten ghost with a horrified expression. The body of the Rotten Face Ghost also "creaked" and turned around, and let out a muffled roar of compassion: "You guys...... How are you still learning! ”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the grim-faced ghosts rush towards the ghosts like lightning, and the two sharp claws grabbed the necks of the two ghosts with one hand and lifted them into the air. As soon as the third ghost turned to flee, the Rotten Face blew out a black ghostly aura around her neck.

I watched in amazement as the three ghosts were hung in the air by the Rotten Face Ghost, struggling in vain. Their pale faces were gradually covered with black and red veins, and their entire heads swelled as if they were about to burst at any moment. The eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets, and the tongue seemed to be pushed out of the mouth by something, dangling around the dripping mouth.

The Rotten Face slowly withdrew his arm, and suddenly flashed to the side, and actually jumped out of the window.

I was stunned, not sure what was going on. Why did that rotten face ghost jump off the building, did he suddenly find out that his conscience was ashamed?

Just as I was wondering, one of the ghosts hanging in the air struggled to look at me, and an intermittent voice came into my head: "Help us...... Save us ......"

I struggled to my feet, moved to the window, and looked down. I saw that the rotten face ghost had slowly gotten up from the ground, and there was a pool of red blood on the ground.

It dawned on me that this was a repetition of that legend from years ago. The Rotten Face Ghost is the senior sister who killed her classmates, and these ghosts in the classroom are the victims at that time.

That's not a legend at all, any gas poisoning is nonsense. I turned my head to look at the ghosts hanging in mid-air, their grey eyes full of pain. Probably because the senior sister who killed them turned into a powerful ghost, and trapped their souls here and couldn't be reborn.

That was the first time I realized that those with bad intentions could turn into ghosts even if they died. With impunity, they continue to torture the souls of their victims by all means.

"Save Our ......"

The ghosts had descended from mid-air, but the mournful cries still rang in my head. Outside the door, the roaring voice of the rotten face ghost was slowly approaching. If I don't stop her, she will come in again to torment these poor souls.