Qing Soul really wanted to ask: Are you here for a vacation?

But when the words came to his lips, he retracted them. People are here for vacation, isn't that nonsense?

But isn't it a bit strange to bring so many snacks to the supernatural world? Imagine if you went to a haunted house to look for excitement, would you bring a bag of fries to nibble on while strolling? Drink a glass of water and be careful if it squirts, right?

But people just took out these things the same as they were so calmly. Moreover, I don't know how these things fit into his little bag. Although Qing Soul guessed that Jingli might not know where to get any storage treasures, and took a small bag to cover it up, but it was too childish to use it to hold these?

But the people just continued to dig out with a serious face, and asked the other three while putting on it: "Do you want to eat?" ”

The three who had just eaten couldn't eat much and shook their heads.

Jingli nodded and said, "I don't really want to eat it now." We save it for the evening to eat. ”

Watson had already planned to wash and sleep, but when he said this, he asked in surprise, "Didn't you say that it was haunted at night, and you want us to go to bed early?" ”

Jingli nodded and said, "Yes, because it will be haunted at night, so everyone should go to bed early, otherwise you won't have the energy to watch the haunted at that time." If you wake up in the middle of the night, you'll be hungry. ”

Watson: "......"

Wei Tianchi: "......"

Green Soul: "Hehe, you are so sweet......"

Except for Wei Tianchi, the other three were very embarrassed. The three of them consciously let Wei Tianchi take a bath first, and then took turns to go to the bathroom to wash well, change into clean clothes, and lie on the bed to get their equipment out to play. Wei Tianchi took out his tablet and was watching anime, Watson was listening to music with headphones plugged in, and Jing Li took out a Rubik's Cube from his all-encompassing sports bag and fiddled with it. There is only a green soul, empty-handed, only a mobile phone that is running out of power and charging hard.

At this time, it was already dark outside.

"Chen Chen, what else did you bring?" Qing Soul was really bored and ruthless, so he could only find a way to copy words with Jing Li.

Jing Li raised his eyelids, not quite wanting to deal with him.

"What do you want? I'll look for it, see if you have it. ”

Consciousness is, I brought a lot of things, you say I'm looking for them, don't let me list them all.

"Sleep-inducing." Qing Soul said.

Jingli blinked. He liked this action very much, no matter how complex the emotion, this action seemed to explain the feeling in his heart.

Even if others can't understand it at all.

He rolled over and got out of bed, picked up his sports bag again, rummaged through it, pulled out a book, and a flashlight.

"What's that?" Qing Soul took it with some confusion, and when he saw it, he immediately couldn't cry or laugh.

It's actually the kind of horror ghost story that can only be bought in pirated bookstores. This guy usually takes ghost stories as jokes, right? Actually hypnotize him with this thing?

"What do you want a flashlight for a ghost story?"

"Looking at it in the bed, it's more atmospheric."

Before Qing Soul could say anything, Wei Tianchi suddenly laughed out loud.

"Don't bother, I have it in my tablet, let's turn it off, I'll read it to you." It's more vibe. ”

"Okay, I'll use a flashlight." Qing Soul returned the flashlight and book to Jing Li. Jingli also nodded and said, "It's a good idea." ”

Then, the lights in the dormitory were turned off. In the darkness, there was a cry with a cry: "Aren't you afraid? ”

This is, the three of them remembered, and Watson still hasn't spoken.

"Are you afraid?" As a newcomer, Wei Tianchi probably felt embarrassed and asked politely.

"I ......" Watson wanted to say, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of death. But he couldn't say it.

After all, he

is also a modern good boy who wants to integrate into the collective, there is no reason why his peers are not afraid, he is so scared that he wants to cry, and he also makes the other three people accommodate themselves.

"Don't be afraid." Watson still shuddered the word.

Watson wanted to just close his eyes and listen to his own music. It's a pity that Wei Tianchi's voice on the bed next door is very penetrating to crack the sound insulation effect of his headphones, and it reaches his ears word for word.

"Once upon a time, there was a general. He is the devil on the battlefield and the hero in the hearts of the people. How many enemies were terrified at the first hearing of his name, and how many people rode on war horses to serve their country because of his prestige. ”

In the dark, Wei Tianchi's young man's voice was subdued, and he actually read a little taste. Watson and Jingli were both forced or attentive to listen, only the green soul, yawning and silently scolding in their hearts: shameless.

"His name is Fang Ju'an."

"On the battlefield, he killed countless enemies. The souls of the dead whom he had slain gathered in the night, trying to meet him in his dreams and trap him. ”

Fang Ju'an didn't know. In his dream, seeing the death of countless dead souls, Fang Ju'an was very afraid. For the first time, he felt helplessness and fear, and stretched out his hands to the sky, calling for help from the gods in the sky. ”

However, no god was willing to pay attention to him. Because he's already saddled with too much killing. Even if he is killed by the soul of the dead and his soul is scattered, that is his final way home. ”

"Fang Ju'an is not reconciled. He has been fighting horses all his life, going through vicissitudes, and finally he can enjoy the glory and wealth, and he has not even married a wife, how can he die in a dream inexplicably like this? ”

"This is, a god has appeared. He said he was called the God of War. And said that Fang Ju'an's performance in the war, he saw it, although it was two soldiers fighting and you died, but killing is killing, and Heaven will not let him go. Only he, the god of war, can bargain with the Heavenly Dao, leave his life behind, and only ask him if he is willing to be his slave. ”

Being a slave of God, Fang Ju'an did not feel aggrieved, but felt exciting and fresh. He quickly agreed to the god of war, and made a blood oath to be loyal to the god of war and share his worries for the god of war, otherwise his soul would be scattered. ”

"Didn't you say you were going to tell ghost stories?" Watson asked suddenly.

Wei Tianchi was interrupted and fell silent.

"Probably later." Jingli seems to be very interested in this story.

The story was chosen by Wei Tianchi, but Wei Tianchi did not explain, but directly proposed: "Or, let's change it." ”

"Don't change." Watson and Jingli spoke at the same time.

Watson felt that it was a bit stupid for him to ask. I was obviously afraid of death and didn't want to listen to ghost stories, but people told a mythological story, and I asked why I didn't tell ghost stories? Is he stupid?

Jingli was really interested. For this general called Fang Ju'an, and this god of war who suddenly appeared to coerce and seduc.

"Then I'll continue." Wei Tianchi continued to read the story.

After becoming a slave of the God of War, Fang Ju'an learned that the God of War did not live alone. He has a wife and loves to build houses. His wife had a slave and loved to learn to build a house. ”

Green Soul: ......

"The god of war is not thin in the house. But the slave of the wife of the god of war always wants to be above him. This annoyed him. But the slave was a green ghost, and his way was very high, and he couldn't beat it, so he had to compromise on everything and succumb to the man. ”

Later, Fang Ju'an married a wife and took a concubine, but because he lived in a harsh environment for a long time, there were problems in many parts of his body, so his body aged early. The god of war couldn't bear to see him die, so he gave him a magic weapon to keep his body from decaying, and then brought out one of the three souls and seven spirits of his wife's slave to save Fang Ju'an's soul. Fang Ju'an was grateful for this. He didn't expect that he would be so important in the heart of the god of war, even at the expense of his wife's slave. ”

Green Soul:¥#%&

Fang Ju'an was buried with his wife and concubines. Thousands of years later, the god of war arranged for his daughter to come and wake up Fang Ju'an, and returned to him the glory and wealth that originally belonged to Fang Ju'an......"

Green Soul: "I'll wipe it!" ”

The air was quiet for two seconds. Probably the other three didn't understand what there was to be in this story, so they didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry, please continue."

"Ahem...... Well, in short, after a lot of suffering, Fang Ju'an was resurrected. The god of war then ordered his wife's servants to build a resort for Fang Juan on top of the tomb, which was the first gift from the god of war to him after his resurrection......"

"I'm rubbing! This one makes a face! "Qing Soul really can't help it. He gave Fang Ju'an the control of the supernatural in this area, so that he could associate the supernatural events with the ancient tomb, not to let him brag about it here.

But obviously, Fang Ju'an prefers to brag about it than creating supernatural events.

The other three looked confused. People have a good mythical and historical story, and it is still linked to the present, why do you make a face?

"Let's change the story, it's not interesting." Qing Soul finally managed to control his emotions.

"I think it's good." Jingli spoke at this time. "This is the resort we're at right now, right? So this supernatural world is run by this living dead who crawled out of the tomb, isn't it? ”

"Yes." Wei Tianchi replied. "I was searching for horror stories on the Internet, and this story jumped out."

"I don't think it's scary at all, it's kind of funny. Why did the god of war sacrifice his wife's slave to resurrect this useless fellow? This guy must not be telling the truth, bragging! The green soul said angrily.

The air was quiet for another two seconds.

"Green Soul, this is a story uploaded on the Internet." Watson reminded.

"Anyway, I don't like to hear it. One for the other. The green soul was very irritable and refused to listen any further.

Wei Tianchi sighed lightly and said, "Okay, I originally wanted to set off the atmosphere, but it looks like I messed up." ”

With that, he smiled to himself, then swiped his finger across the tablet.

"Oh, I found a horror sound."

"Audible?" Watson swallowed and foamed.

"yes, I think it's good to have a soundtrack, there's a soundtrack or something, and I feel more like reading it than I read it myself, do you want to listen to it?"

"What's there?" Jingli was very interested in this. He is a person who has experienced hard times, and he used to think it was very good to be able to play a Rubik's Cube and watch the horror, but now someone actually records the horror and shows it to others, which is really in line with his taste.

"Let me see, there is a category here, campus, love, west, game, parent-child ......"

"Oh my mom, is there still a parent?" Watson was startled, and then many perverted stories came to mind, what mother always looks at you, what father was eaten by me, etc.

"Oh, there is. I think it's scary, do you want to listen to it? ”

"Yes!" Qing Soul and Jing Li replied at the same time.

Watson: "......"

Three to one, Watson is once again in this predicament. Despair, helplessness, fear, and loneliness made the teenager can't help but cover his head with a quilt and shrink into a quail. He felt that on this night when he didn't know what would happen, four teenagers were listening to horror stories in this strange building. No matter how you listen to this, it's all the rhythm of death!

But poor Watson did not know the composition of the four teenagers. If one day he is lucky enough to know the truth, maybe, he will not feel that there is anything to be afraid of listening to ghost stories, and it is even possible to pat his chest when bragging with his children and grandchildren, saying that melon baby, what is there to be afraid of ghosts? Your grandfather and I used to play escape rooms with ghosts, eat barbecue together, and listen to ghost stories together in the dark. Isn't the sting irritating? Excited or not?