Zi Xuan is smart, since she guessed this, then she naturally has some answers.

So I wasn't surprised when I heard him say that he wasn't from this plane.

"How did you end up on this plane? From the future? Or did it come from the past? You ......" Zi Xuan began to ask one after another, as if she had found the source of the question.

Although he asked him directly who he was, he would not answer, but since he promised to let her guess, then she would definitely guess his identity.

Listening to Zi Xuan's successive questions, the skeleton man simply stood up and pinched Zi Xuan's cheek again, his evil face approached Zi Xuan for two minutes, and the words resounded from his mouth:

"You can't guess if you guess, heh, but I can tell you that someone did bring me to this plane, and that he told me to bring you here.

And the man's target was the god of hell...... Mio! ”

......

In Pan'an County, Si Tong carried one leg of the black pigeon and stood on a telephone pole seven or eight meters high.

The wind blew her long hair running down, and she stared into the distance with a blank look.

The black pigeon had given up struggling, and it was grabbed by Si Tong and dangled back and forth, like a roast pigeon.

"Why is there a girl standing there?"

"I'll go, how did that girl climb up the telephone pole, it's too dangerous!"

"It can't be suicide, right? Fast! Go and call for help! ”

......

Under the telephone pole where Si Tong was standing, some people found Si Tong standing on the pole line one after another, and thought that Si Tong couldn't think about it and wanted to die.

The crowd erupted.

Next to the telephone pole where Si Tong stood was Pan An High School.

Right near the school entrance.

It was already half past eight in the evening, and the students of Pan'an High School were coming out of school one after another.

After a night of evening self-study class, the students were a little tired, but as soon as they walked out of the school gate, they saw a figure standing on a telephone pole seven or eight meters high under the dark night sky.

"Oh mom, I'm scared to death!"

Some students even patted their chests and screamed in panic.

More and more people are gathering under power poles.

The teachers in the school were alarmed.

Principal Liang of Pan'an High School had just left the school and was called back by the students because of the sudden presence of a person standing on the telephone pole.

Because the nearby street lamps couldn't shine on the Hitomi standing on the tall telephone pole, everyone didn't know that it was Hitomi who was standing on the pole.

Principal Liang didn't recognize it either.

At this moment, Principal Liang was standing under the telephone pole, surrounded by a group of students.

"Hurry up, go to the school gym room and find a sponge pad, if this kid falls off the top, he's going to have to fall out!"

Principal Liang thought that the person standing on the telephone pole was going to commit suicide, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly called his classmates to get the mat.

A group of classmates ran into the school to help.

The scene began to be chaotic.

"Classmate, the classmate above, don't get excited, don't get excited, if you have something to talk about slowly, let's come down first and then talk about it, okay?" Principal Liang nervously looked at Si Tong standing on the telephone pole and persuaded him.

"Hey, old man! What are you doing! At this time, a male classmate walked next to Principal Liang, and he patted Principal Liang on the shoulder, looking like a child.

Glancing at the male classmate, seeing that it was his disobedient grandson, Principal Liang slapped his head away, and turned his head to continue persuading the person standing on the telephone pole.

"Oh my God!" Unexpectedly, the man on the telephone pole jumped directly down from the opposite side of the crowd.

This move frightened everyone present, and some people exclaimed.

Principal Liang's face turned pale with fright.

After taking a closer look, I saw Si Tong jumping lightly, jumping down from the telephone pole in front of a group of students who had just finished school, and landed on the ground very gently.

It was so light, as if jumping from a telephone pole seven or eight meters high to the ground, for her, it was as simple as gently stepping through a cement pit less than ten centimeters.