"Squeak—" The wooden door to his room was babbled open.

The person pushing the door moved very slowly, as if he was afraid of disturbing him, and even the sound of pushing the door was dragged out for a long time, as if he was slowly pulling his scalp open.

The sound of the tip of the knife scraping against the wall was amplified several times at once, and it became louder and louder, approaching him.

Jiang Futing's back subconsciously tensed, as if the knife would hit him in the next second.

Whew—a sharp grinding sound stopped in his ears.

The room was silent again, and even if he closed his eyes, Jiang Futing could feel that his cold and vicious eyes were staring at him gloomily.

It's like a big knife hanging above his head, oppressing the air, ready to shoot straight down anytime and anywhere.

The sharp blade was chilling in the faint moonlight.

The atmosphere in the room turned into a longbow, and in just a few breaths, it was pulled to the extreme.

Jiang Futing tried to stay as calm as possible, Zhang Yan didn't act hastily, she seemed to have been probing, making sure that he was really asleep, and then showed a strange smile.

He felt the shadow outside his eyelids move down his body, and the time was stretched for a long time, resulting in a few short movements, all like centuries had passed.

She doesn't kill herself?

Jiang Futing had doubts with her actions.

He suddenly remembered the conversation he had just heard, if that compass really could only discern his own physique, what did she promise to the person on the phone?

Who was the person on the phone with him?

In just one breath, time seemed to be stretched for a long time, and different fragmentary images were interspersed in his mind.

The names of the books crawl like ants, the inside of the threshold is mottled and scratched, and the conversation overheard behind the door......

Before he could think of anything, the flow of air rushed in his ears, and the bone-cleaved knife with a cold light slashed towards his leg!

At this moment, he had an epiphany about Zhang Yan's intention, she wanted to make herself unable to run!

It's likely to be sold to an unknown place like the name in the book.

It's just that what is the purpose of trying to catch such a difficult adult as him?

The moment the thought flashed, Jiang Futing suddenly opened his eyes, Zhang Yan didn't have time to react, and the knife in his hand had already been swung down.

He flashed behind her like a ghost, clasped her hand, and said in a voice as cold as a demon who had just crawled out of hell, "What do you want to do?" ”

Zhang Yan's hand was still firmly holding the knife, and the moment the person on the bed bounced, her goosebumps jumped from the soles of her feet to the top of her head!

Jiang Futing felt that this woman seemed to have more strength than ordinary people since the afternoon, and now it seems that she often does this kind of thing, brute force, and has been trained for a long time.

Zhang Yan was stunned in place and was frightened silently, still immersed in the terrifying picture just now.

She remembered that the person in the bed was silent, but suddenly opened his eyes, dark and gloomy, staring at her like a ghost.

He's a man and a ghost!

Zhang Yan's lips kept trembling, and the wrist he grabbed caused the hairs on his entire arm to stand up.

Through the moonlight reflected from the knife's face, she found that the hand that was holding her was a little too strong

, the skin is excessively pale, there is no blood at all!

The wrist holding the knife trembled instantly, the shallow breath drifted from behind to her neck, and the sound of the outside cracked through the wall, as if something was coming in from outside the wall!

He's a ghost! He must be a ghost too!

"Ah!! Ghosts! Ghosts! Zhang Yan suddenly struggled violently, broke free from Jiang Futing's hand regardless of front and back, left and right, and waved everywhere at the air.

Jiang Futing was so agile that he dodged, looking at this woman gloomily, and he couldn't be sure whether Zhang Yan would be really frightened or pretending to be crazy and stupid.

He didn't rush forward, Zhang Yan was still screaming madly, and the heavy knife kept cutting through the air and bringing a cold wind!

"There are no ghosts now!" Jiang Futing stretched out his hand to try to stop her, but Zhang Yan's emotions were too excited, and he couldn't even get closer.

Even a subtle movement, a soft sound, could stimulate the fear in her heart to the extreme.

She looked like she was about to collapse, unable to tell what was in front of her, and her mouth was full of unpleasant words, and at the end she was left with screams.

The things she remembered had seen came back to her, haunting her.

Jiang Futing felt that she was already delirious, and her body was so cold that her momentum was retracted a lot: "What did you see?"

"Dead man! The dead have come back to life! Zhang Yan suddenly took a few steps back, turned around and pointed the knife at him, and shouted sharply, "Dead people move!" ”

"It moves! It moves! It's going to eat me! Her eyes were bloodshot, she couldn't recognize the person in front of her, and she yelled hysterically.

"And who is that dead man?" Jiang Futing frowned, always feeling that this woman had a bunch of unexplained miscellaneous threads on her body.

"I don't know! I do not know! Zhang Yan shook her head heavily, her panicked expression revealed a trace of struggle, and her hands trembled more and more intensely, "I don't know anything, don't ask me!" ”

She was still screaming, but her cloudy eyes began to slowly condense into focus.

It looks like he's scared, but his belief is extraordinarily firm, as if he has been brainwashed, otherwise it would not have been possible to slow down so quickly.

Jiang Futing observed her for a while, and felt that this woman was a little difficult, and when she was really scared, she collapsed directly, and when she was sensible, she was like an egg without sewing.

Ding, ding, ding, ding!

He waited for the woman to completely calm down, stood up helplessly, walked to the door and opened the door: "It's okay now, you go to rest, I'll go outside to check."

Zhang Yan nodded in shock, her steps were soft, and her expression was still a little trance.

Every time she took a small step, she peeked at him with fear, always feeling that she should have been mistaken just now.

Just as she was about to walk out the door, Jiang Futing said thoughtfully, "What do you want to do before I wake up?" ”

The sudden question made Zhang Yan pause, and her legs were like electric shocks, and she almost didn't walk steadily and threw out.

She smiled weakly and said a little humbly, "I just had a nightmare, and I accidentally took the master for an evil ghost, I'm sorry!" ”

Chu Chu's pitiful appearance is really easy to arouse sympathy, and he subconsciously soft-hearted.

"It's okay, you go and rest." confront

Answering as expected, Jiang Futing nodded unexpectedly.

The face is not salty or light, but the tone is a little colder.

He didn't expect that this woman's acting skills would be quite perfect in her rational state.

After seeing Zhang Yan return to his room, he closed the door with a "click".

Obviously, Zhang Yan went back to the house first, but the sound of the door closing was later than he closed the door, and it seemed that she had been secretly watching her movements before she closed the door.

As soon as Jiang Futing sat back on the bed, he was keenly aware of the faint ghost aura suddenly gushing out of the air.

Not good!

As he was concentrating and looking up, a terrifying scream came from Zhang Yan's room, "Ahhh!!hh ”

The sound of breathing in the room quickly became weak, and he crashed into Zhang Yan's room without the slightest hesitation, and the woman's face was so pale that she hid in the corner of the bed wrapped in a quilt, and her body kept shaking.

Zhang Yan pointed to the window in shock, and a black shadow dripping with blood sensed the breath on his body, and was quickly evacuating from the crack in the window.

"Don't run around here, I'll chase you!"

Jiang Futing dropped this sentence and rushed out of the door with the turbidity on his body.

He followed the traces left by the female ghost all the way and perseveredly, and a breath of breath in his heart always hung in his throat, after all, it was the first time to take orders alone, and he was fighting with the ghost head-on like this, or in Bai Tang's absence.

It's impossible to say that you're not nervous at all, and I'm afraid of messing up and being laughed at by that person.

In less than a moment, the figure of a person and a ghost had already chased far away, Jiang Futing didn't even dare to shake his mind for a second, and the silver of the moonlight flew like a large piece of white hair flying down in the mountains and forests.

When he ran, he skillfully used the power of turbid qi, and his two legs were like hot wheels, passing over the gravel and weeds of the mountain stream, and the wind gusted.

Fortunately, the ability of this female ghost was not much stronger than him, and when he was about to reach the halfway point of the mountain, Jiang Futing finally saw the front, like the back of a red dot floating rapidly.

The distance between the two is still shrinking, and the back is gradually enlarged and clear.

He grasped the distance and timing of his attack, swung his sword in his hand, and swung it violently in front of him in the air.

The turbid power is like a long bamboo, breaking through the momentum and flying directly forward.

The female ghost sensed the terrifying force attacking from behind, and immediately turned around to dodge, but out of dodge, the time to escape was delayed, and Jiang Futing had already shortened the distance between the two to only fifty meters away.

Only then did the female ghost realize that she couldn't run away from the left and right, so she simply stopped without running, and Jiang Futing had already caught up with her in a few seconds.

Looking at the suddenly stagnant back, he kept his vigilance to prevent the other party from cheating, and was ten steps away from the female ghost.

He clenched the gray long sword in his hand, the strength was always accumulated on the blade, and the gray smoke was like a cold ghost wrapped around his sword, as long as the female ghost had a special move, he could kill it with one move!

Floating in the air, the bloody figure suddenly turned around, and Jiang Futing was about to raise his sword again, but the movement in his hand suddenly stopped.

Floating in front of him was a very beautiful woman. Despite that one

The beautiful face is penetrated by the moonlight, revealing a strange aura everywhere.

He was stunned not because of her beauty, but because this woman was also a little familiar.

Jiang Futing frowned, the momentum of the saber rattling just now instantly converged, and the female ghost thought that she had succeeded, and rushed towards him like a gust of wind!

He shook his body and quickly dodged.

When I just passed by the female ghost, I didn't really have a vague impression and was hooked.

He had indeed seen this unfamiliar face, or when he caught Wang Xiu in a secret room game, when the store was designing the game, he had printed the ID photo of a female college student during her school days.

The ID photo was posted in the classroom office in the third room, and when I learned about the game, I heard the staff say that the script of their secret room was based on a real-life story.

Jiang Futing looked at the female ghost's face that was exactly the same as in the memory photo, and it seemed that what the staff of the secret room said was true.

He remembered that the female college student's surname was mentioned in the character introduction, and when the female ghost rushed towards him again, he dodged and asked, "Your surname is Yu?" ”

The female college student in the game story said that after being abused by four boys from the same school, the teacher and classmates not only ignored it, but also deliberately went along to destroy her reputation, and then committed suicide by jumping off the building.

But the image of the female ghost in front of her before death does not look like jumping off a building, her limbs seem to be dismembered, and she pieced it together by herself after she died, and there are several cuts in her body that have been cut by a knife, and blood keeps coming out.

Only the head was not injured at all, and it was particularly intact.

(End of chapter)