Xiaomei hugged the quilt tightly, the door was pushed open, she heard someone walk in, dada, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, closer and closer, she felt that the person was already going up the stairs, and suddenly there was a strong wind outside the window, blowing the glass squeak, Xiaomei noticed a pair of eyes staring straight at her, suddenly!

Wen Yiren was deliberately startled, and Xu Yuan finally couldn't help but scream.

"Ahhh

Wen Yiren rolled her eyes, "Coward, isn't it just that Xiaomei's boyfriend is back, what is there to be afraid of." ”

Song Qingyu, who is applying a mask, "......"

Xu Yuan, who covered her ears tightly with her hands, "......"

So, that footstep in Xiaomei's room was sent by her boyfriend?

"Alas, it's just that I'm so gifted in ghost storytelling, and such an ordinary thing can create a terrifying atmosphere."

Depend on!

Who is this, when you don't hear the results, you will think it's a terrible ghost story, right?

Song Qingyu was still a little curious, "What's the knock on the door next door?" ”

"Didn't I say it, it's just that a new resident has moved next door!"

"Then why knock on the wall again?"

"People might be hanging wallpapers or something."

“……”

Song Qingyu served.

Wen Yiren glanced at Xu Yuan, who was tightly wrapped in the quilt, "Isn't it enjoyable, then I'll talk about another one?" ”

Xu Yuan wanted to refuse, but Song Qingyu hurriedly agreed.

"Ahem, this time it's even more terrifying, listen up!"

Wen Yiren took a sip of water and simply sat up cross-legged, "Have you heard the story of a person who walks at night and can't turn back?" ”

"Uh-huh."

"This time, I experienced it myself."

Hearing that it was Wen Yiren's personal experience, Song Qingyu felt that this time it must be a real ghost story.

"I followed my parents back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year, and my hometown is in a small county town, where there is a small hill dedicated to burying the dead, similar to a cemetery. On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, every family was watching the Spring Festival Gala at home, I felt bored, went out for a walk alone, walked and walked, and somehow walked to the place where the small hill was. ”

Wen Yiren hugged the pillow very exaggeratedly, and her voice trembled a little, "I felt that someone was following me behind me, but I didn't dare to turn back, so I could only keep walking forward, walking and walking, and the footsteps behind me were getting closer and closer, I was very scared, there were too many graves on the small hill, plus it was night, I was lost." ”

Speaking of this, Wen Yiren paused and lowered his voice, "You accompany me for Chinese New Year's Eve, I'm so lonely!" Suddenly, there was such a voice in my ears, cloudy, it sounded very scary, I got goosebumps, turned a corner and began to walk back, but the footsteps behind me were still there, always following me closely, the voice was still continuing, accompany me for Chinese New Year's Eve, you accompany me for Chinese New Year's Eve! ”

Xu Yuan's whole person was about to be wrapped into a silkworm.

"Leaving the small hill, I came to an old alley, and the footsteps behind me were getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, and I finally couldn't help but turn around, and instantly met a strange face!"

"Ah, that's enough, don't talk about it!" Xu Yuan screamed again.

Song Qingyu actively asked, "Is it a ghost?" Male ghost or female ghost, isn't it scary? ”

Wen Yiren replied very calmly, "It turned out to be a male fan of mine, saying that it was to protect my safety." ”

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