At the end of the evening self-study, Gou Haodong sat next to Song Sixuan and watched Song Sixuan sort out today's notes.

Because the three levels were out of school together at night, there were too many people, and Song Sixuan was in a wheelchair and it was inconvenient to get in and out, so she planned to wait until the peak period of crowds had passed before leaving.

"Remember to turn off the lights and lock the door." Teacher Wang told me to leave the classroom, and there is a daughter at home who is about to take the high school entrance examination, and she needs to take care of herself.

Only Gou Haodong and them were left in the classroom, plus one Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing came to the two of them, pinched the corner of the school uniform, and said a little embarrassed: "Gou Haodong, Song Sixuan has already forgiven me, can you forgive me?" ”

Gou Haodong stared at him in surprise and opened his mouth wide, what kind of immortal operation is this?

Song Sixuan saw that Gou Haodong couldn't react for a long time, so she replied on his behalf: "Don't worry, it's nothing at the beginning." ”

All three fell silent, and the atmosphere became oppressive. Gou Haodong felt embarrassed to be able to buckle out of a school with his feet.

The cacophony of the campus faded into silence, and patrol cars were dispatched, flashing red and blue alternately.

"Let's go." Gou Haodong got up, draped Song Sixuan's coat over her, and carefully zipped and fastened it for her.

"Okay." Song Sixuan smiled.

Zhou Jing next to her looked at the sweet appearance of the two people, which was particularly not a taste. The flame of jealousy is burning, why wasn't she the one who met Gou Haodong? Why didn't you start earlier? If she has the same abilities as her master, break them up!

"Why aren't you leaving?" Gou Haodong asked Zhou Jing, who was as bright as a light bulb and as stupid as a telephone pole.

"Huh? Oh, I'll be with you. Zhou Jing pinned the hair on her sideburns behind her ears, hurriedly returned to her position and stuffed a few books into her schoolbag, and then carried the schoolbag on her back.

Gou Haodong restrained the urge to kick Zhou Jing away, he could have gone home on the way, but now there is an outsider!

That's it, can it be because she doesn't go home?

"You go to the front door, lock the door, put the key on the door frame, and don't forget the front light." Gou Haodong instructed Zhou Jing to push Song Sixuan out of the back door.

Zhou Jing turned off the lights and walked out of the classroom, the lights in the corridor were voice-controlled, only about thirty seconds long. Now there were only three of them left on the entire first floor, so the lights were not on all the time, but on and off.

The door of the corridor was open, and there was a slight cold wind blowing outside, and the click of tree branches colliding came in, and the whole school building was quiet, like a ghost movie set. Zhou Jing shrugged her shoulders and whistled.

Gou Haodong turned off the lights at the back of the classroom.

There seemed to be a dark shadow flashing through the classroom.

"Huh?" Gou Haodong turned on the light again, and the classroom was empty.

"Oh, it turns out that the window behind is not closed, and the curtain is blowing around, like a ghost. You wait for me, I'll go close. ”

Gou Haodong pulled the window handle, but found that it was a little difficult, and complained loudly: "This thing, no one has touched it during a holiday, it is easy to oil, the quality is really not good, it is said to be made in Huaxia." ”

"Alright." He dusted his hands off and turned off the lights.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked back unbelievingly, and there seemed to be shadows still flickering in the darkness.

Gou Haodong's face was solemn, and he pulled Song Sixuan's sleeve: "Take a closer look, is there anything in the classroom?" ”

Hearing this, Zhou Jing laughed next to him: "Gou Haodong, it turns out that you are afraid of ghosts." This big boy of more than eight meters is not as good as me, a little woman. ”

However, the two ignored her, and Song Sixuan shook her head.

Is it a resentful spirit? Gou Haodong remembered the unpleasant accommodation experience that night when he returned to school after stepping into Xiuzhen.

At that time, he and Wang Zhe were driven by a resentful spirit at the peak of the Five Tricks Realm, and they couldn't be at peace all night. In the end, he was secretly rescued by Song Sixuan's spirit pet Xiao Ming, otherwise the nickname would have been taken.

Gou Haodong looked at his watch, school ended at 9:50, and it was now 10:20, a little later than the last time the resentful spirit appeared.

"Look at the way you two look like you, what are you afraid of, there can't be ghosts in this world." Zhou Jing sneered.

"No, you don't understand." Gou Haodong retorted. The revival of aura, what seemed strange in the past, can already be explained by cultivating immortals. Those who don't know are fearless, I'm afraid that's the truth.

Zhou Jing sneered exaggeratedly, and pointed his finger at the tip of his nose: "You said me?" I don't understand? I've read more paranormal books than you've ever read! Are you still pretending to be a ghost to bluff me? When I was a three-year-old! ”

The expected rebuttal did not come, looking at the calm appearance of Gou Haodong and Song Sixuan, Zhou Jing felt that her self-esteem had been greatly traumatized.

"Good! Don't you believe me? I'll prove it to you! With that, Zhou Jing threw down the schoolbag, returned to the ground and took out white paper and pens.

"What are you going to do?" Gou Haodong stepped forward to stop it.

"Don't come here! Come here, I'll shout! Zhou Jing's sudden hysteria made Gou Haodong stunned in place.

At that moment, Gou Haodong's approaching figure overlapped with the image of the master, and in a trance, Zhou Jing was furious in her heart, shouting out the words that she had no chance to say when she was violated.

Song Sixuan pushed the wheelchair closer and reassured: "Zhou Jing, what happened recently?" ”

"Don't pretend to be close, I know you look down on me, no money, no beautiful love, no good friends who trust you......" Zhou Jing spread out the blank paper and grabbed the pen that rolled on the ground: "Now, these are not important, I am here to prove my ability." Oh, does the pen fairy know? ”

Without waiting for Gou Haodong and the two to react, Zhou Jing began to act: she knelt on the ground reverently, stretched out her arms, picked up the pen with the back of her hand with her thumb down, and took a deep breath to relax her limbs.

"What is she going to do?" Song Sixuan asked Gou Haodong.

"Looking at this, it looks like I want to invite a pen fairy." Gou Haodong rubbed his face: "Bixian is a kind of summoning game, a variant or simplified version of one of the oldest witchcraft in China, 'Fu Ping'. The pen fairy is called the pen fairy, and the real ghost is also. Please pen immortal, the name is the soul conjuring, the soul conjuring loses the yin virtue, and suffers after death. ”

"How do you know? Did the family talk to you? Song Sixuan listened to Gou Haodong's explanation and asked curiously.

"No, it's just games. Horror and cinematic stuff. I was obsessed with these things at the time, but I found it useless. Gou Haodong looked at Zhou Jing who was kneeling on the ground: "Just let her make it, and send her home when the toss is over." ”

At this moment, Zhou Jing has completely entered her own state, immersed in fantasy, she can't feel the outside world, and there are words on her lips: "The previous life follows the previous life, I invite the previous life to come, come and draw a circle!" I read it three times, and the pen really moved! It twisted into a circle.

"Are you a pen fairy? Tick or cross. Zhou Jing asked again, and the twisted hook appeared on the paper.

All of a sudden, the wind blew, the back door of the classroom slammed shut, and some dim light bulbs on the ceiling flickered violently.

Zhou Jing's movements were interrupted by a voice, and the cold hairs on her back suddenly appeared, what was going on? Not at all the same situation as the last time I played!

She straightened up, but the pen in her hand flew out, dodging her palm, and scribbling on the paper like a naughty child.

The handwriting, which was originally black, slowly turned a terrible red, like blood dripping on it.

Zhou Jing was so frightened that she bounced up, ran behind Gou Haodong and hugged him tightly: "It's not like this!" It it shouldn't ...... That's how it should be! I ......"

Gou Haodong stood in place, did not move, and looked ahead in a daze.

"Can you see that?" Gou Haodong asked Song Sixuan.

"Yes."

"What are you talking about!" Zhou Jing shouted in fear, she followed the line of sight of the two people, but found that there was nothing.

A little doll in a belly pocket sits on a piece of paper, grinning and waving a pen in her hand to write incomprehensible things.

It is gray and translucent. This is a fat doll, the limbs are like white lotus, the body is round, it looks up its fat little face, Gou Haodong can see its appearance clearly, the facial features are deep black, and there are two bloody tears flowing from the corners of the eyes to the neck.

"Haodong, I only saw its existence with the Qi Hope Technique, and now that you don't have cultivation, you can see it with the naked eye?" Song Sixuan felt a little incredible.

"I don't remember when I went down with my dad to set off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. I said that I saw the ancestors of the Gou family, and it is estimated that it is the same situation now. Gou Haodong gently pressed his eyebrows, and in the position of the spiritual platform, he felt that an unknown force was surging.

"Da Da Bang, Hmm." The little doll muttered a series of strange words in her mouth.

Gou Haodong frowned: "Can you hear me?" ”

"What?" Song Sixuan asked in surprise.

"I've had enough, you two lunatics! Can you not scare me in the middle of the night! Zhou Jing interrupted the conversation between the two with a crying voice: "Please, don't be scary!" ”

It was all weird, but the two of them weren't scared in the slightest. Zhou Jing had even thought that they were ghosts, and only he could be a human.

It's really troublesome, Gou Haodong shook his head, and Song Sixuan raised his hand to knock Zhou Jing unconscious with spiritual power.

"This ghost Ulawala has said a lot, but I don't understand."

"You can still hear voices?" If it is just to be able to see these ghosts without cultivation, there are many folk theories that can explain it, such as yin and yang eyes, but it is a bit fantastical to be able to hear the voice.

"I died once, and now I'm resurrected, and there may be something left. I still have some broken memories that I am in the state of my soul. Gou Haodong smacked his lips: "It's amazing, now it seems that even if the meridians are destroyed, you can take the path of psychic." I'll see if I can communicate with it, and this guy is really unpleasant. ”

Holding back the feeling of nausea, Gou Haodong walked up to the little doll and made a grimace, and the little doll looked at him in confusion, not understanding why this person was able to see it.

"Kid, can you understand what your brother is saying?"

The little doll nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Where are you from? How do I get back? Gou Haodong squatted down, with Song Sixuan there, he didn't think that this little thing could hurt him.

The little doll pointed to the classroom, and the two looked at a woman dressed in white and stepping on oil-red high heels, her head bowed, her hair falling down like a waterfall to block her face.