Chapter 23: Mop

"Can I go back to my dorm room and sleep?" I didn't sleep long last night, and now my eyes are dark.

I am not interested in the scene of Taoist priests catching ghosts.

Seeing this, the little Taoist priest on the side also echoed and said, "Senior brother, some people are reluctant at all, why do we have to take her?" ”

"Shut up." Chen Xian said this to the Taoist priest.

When we entered the girls' dormitory, I followed them nervously and fearfully, not daring to fall behind.

The hallway on the first floor was silent and dark, and the overhead lights were dimming, and I don't know if they didn't turn on the lights or if there was something else.

I thought they would go upstairs, but they didn't expect to stop until they reached the end of the hallway, as if there was no way out.

Chen Xian and a few other tall Taoist priests stood in front, I was blocked from view, just as I wanted to step forward to take a look, Chen Xian had already turned slightly sideways, it seemed that he deliberately left me a vision.

In the shadows at the end of the hallway, there was a woman whose face she couldn't see clearly, holding a mop in her hand, and the head of the mop was still dripping.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." She smiled wickedly, stared at me with unusually sunken eyes, and said sadly, "You're here too." ”

I can't see her face clearly, but with her clothes and voice, I can still tell that this is Zhao Chunxiang and Aunt Zhao, who have been dead for more than two months.

Most of her body was hidden in the corner, hidden by the darkness, as if she could melt into the dark night at any moment.

I clenched my hands, and the pain of my fingertips digging into my flesh could not numb even a tenth of the fear in my heart.

"Tell me, how did you die?" Chen Xian's expressionless inquiry was as if he was talking to a wall.

I suddenly admired the psychological quality of this group of Taoist priests. But when I think about it, I have seen more horror things, and maybe I am less afraid.

Aunt Zhao came out of the shadows, and I finally saw clearly that the flesh on her body was completely rotten, only a shriveled shelf, and only skeletons were left on her face, and she couldn't see what she looked like before she was born at all.

"It's Chen Linna, it's all her!" Aunt Zhao smiled resentfully, and her laughter was a little ugly: "You young people, you have a bit of stinky money, and your eyes have grown to the top of your head." I earn money with my own hands, why should I listen to the ridicule of others! ”

As she spoke, her voice suddenly changed tone, and she probably sounded crying. But there was not a trace of tears in his eyes, and the expression on the skeleton's face was a little hideous, "If she hadn't said those ugly things to me at the beginning, we wouldn't have quarreled, and I wouldn't have been pushed down by her!" ”

"But it doesn't matter, my pain has also made her feel it."

When I heard the name Chen Linna, I only vaguely remembered that she had a good family background and was beautiful, but she had a more obedient temper and was a little afraid of the soft.

Chen Xian sighed, pulled out a short sword from his wide sleeve, bit his fingertips, and drew something on the sword with the blood of his fingertips, and then stabbed into Aunt Zhao's abdomen.

I saw that her body gradually began to ignite, and Aunt Zhao was soon surrounded by flames, she didn't resist this time, or maybe she couldn't resist at all.

Her body was on fire and turned to ashes little by little.

Before she was completely reduced to ashes, Chen Xian pulled the short sword out of her abdomen and said, "If you just kill Chen Linna, the underworld will naturally deal with you." But your humanity has been annihilated, and you have hurt so many innocent people, so we have to take action. ”

In just a few minutes, she burned to ashes and landed on the floor of the hallway.

The mop leaning against the corner seemed to be the last thing that had contact with Zhao Chunxiang.