"Terrible thing, what's that?" Ling Fan asked curiously.

As if he didn't want to talk about it, he kept holding his head with both hands, his face was very ugly, and finally he said it intermittently:

Since Cui Li had a high fever, he moved back home from school and took a two-year break from school, and Chen Nan and I just moved to another dormitory with more people, sure enough, the black shadow never appeared again, but the shadow it brought to me did not disappear, we had to pass through the willow forest last night, past the school lake, every time I passed by the school lake, my heart was hairy, I didn't dare to look at the lake more, for fear of seeing something unclean, so every time I went back to the dormitory with my classmates.

But one night, after being late, Chen Nan and I originally made an appointment to go back to the dormitory together, but later he was called into the office by the teacher to mark the exam papers, so I had to go back alone. When I came out of the classroom, I felt a sense of foreboding when I looked at the willow forest in front of me, but I still ran in.

I ran tightly with the book in my arms, spread my legs and kept running forward, but suddenly I found that no matter how I ran, there seemed to be an endless willow forest waiting for me in front of me. I was terrified, and suddenly two voices came from the surface of the lake, and I didn't want to hear them, but those two voices were so familiar and weird, and they kept saying: Xiaoming...... Xiaoming...... We don't have enough of them...... There are still two people left to play the game......"

When I heard these two voices, I suddenly realized that the sound was Xiaoyu and Xianxing, inadvertently, I looked back at the lake, when I looked at the lake, my people immediately collapsed to the ground, only to see the silver light on the lake, there were two figures, a man and a woman, they stood side by side on the lake, their white faces looked more strange and terrible in the moonlight,

They kept waving to me and shouting in a vague voice, "Xiaoming...... Xiaoming...... We don't have enough of them...... ......Then their pale faces began to bleed, and the blood flowed from their eyes, and kept falling on the silver surface of the lake, staining it black, and then their heads fell into the lake with a thud, and their bodies came slowly towards me, but so slowly, and kept shaking as if they had no spine......

I screamed, threw the book in my hand away, closed my eyes tightly, and ran forward with a rolling belt, occasionally bumping into the willow tree, and not caring about the bleeding from the blow. I just want to run away, I don't want to play any more games, I just want to live well.

Maybe my persistence in survival was too strong, I actually ran out of the terrible willow forest, ran into the dormitory in one breath, and then I got into the bed, and I didn't dare to show my head for a long time.

Speaking of this, *** secretly looked at the lake that shone with silver light, and then hurriedly retracted his head, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly see something terrible, and raised his strange eyes to look at Ling Fan from time to time.

"So that's the case" Ling Fan seemed to look at *** clearly, and suddenly found that his eyes were sometimes flickering, sometimes timid and cowardly, and sometimes sinister and cunning.