"Ghosts, there are ghosts ......"

"What the hell, I think you guys are like ghosts, you don't sleep in the middle of the night and go crazy, get back to me!"

The fierce appearance of the dormitory manager made several people come back to their senses a little, and they begged the dormitory manager to open the door for them, but the aunt thought that they were collectively crazy, and said that if they didn't open the door, they wouldn't open the door.

Finally, the other two dormitories helped each other back to their dormitories, and the two in their dormitories trembled and knocked on the doors of the other dormitories, saying that they would squeeze them first. In the corridor, there was only time left and the two of them stared at each other.

Although it is already summer, it will still be a little cool at night, and the two of them are shaking like chaff when they were frightened before.

The dormitory manager has gone back to sleep, and when is it, she and the two of them snuggled tightly together in the corridor. In the dormitory, they really didn't dare to go back tonight.

The two of them leaned against the hallway, their breathing gradually steady.

In a daze, when she felt something drip on her hand, she opened her eyes, and by the moonlight, she saw clearly, the liquid was blood.

Looking up, Song Min was standing in front of her, smiling a little weirdly, "You, you can see me!" ”

When I couldn't help screaming, Shiruma was already in a light sleep, and immediately woke up, pulling When's arm tightly, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" ”

I didn't have time to explain, and I didn't know how to explain it, so I pulled up the white room and planned to run, but my foot was numb, my left foot tripped over my right foot, and I fell a big horse.

Song Min giggled and slowly walked towards the two of them with a strange figure.

Although he couldn't see it, Shiruma also felt the unusual cold, biting cold, as if ice had penetrated into the cracks of his bones.

"It's time, isn't she here again, what are we going to do?" Shiruma sobbed, clenching his hand tightly.

The two of them staggered to the top of the stairs, and accidentally planted them together, and after the earth-shattering, the heads of the two people collided together. When did he grin his head and rub his head, and by the moonlight, he saw Song Min standing at the top of the stairs looking at them with interest.

In the blink of an eye, Song Min was in front of them, and when she thought she would hang up in the next second, she heard a cry of pain, the voice was not hers, nor was it Shira.

So she slowly opened her eyes.

Behind Song Min, at some point, a man in ancient costume appeared in a dark robe, with a slender figure and surrounded by anger.

For the man who suddenly appeared, Shiruma also saw it, shouted "ghost", and then fainted in anger.

When did he call out twice, Shiruma lay straight and motionless, and couldn't help but greet Shiruma's mother, if only she fainted, but unfortunately she is very awake now.

I don't know what the man did, Song Min let out a miserable scream, and with the ghost scream that penetrated the eardrums, the yin qi in the corridor surged instantly, and for a while, the wind was fierce, like a knife cut on the face, and when he covered his ears and shrank into a ball.

After a few moments, everything returned to silence, and when I heard my own heartbeat clearly.

Slowly raising his head, his gaze met the man's playful eyes.

"Little thing, you can't die!" The man spoke.

When did she remember that voice, she heard it in her dreams, the tone and intonation, exactly the same.

"What, what's this!" When it was close to collapse, in two days, so many things happened, she really couldn't bear it.

"Little thing, remember, my name is Huai!" As the sound disappeared, so did the person. When I looked at this scene in front of me in disbelief, the fear in my heart could no longer be suppressed and turned into a whimper.

For several days, the people in the dormitory did not say anything about what had happened that day, and the atmosphere became very depressing. Bai Ma couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked for leave and went home, saying that he wanted to recuperate for a few days. Several other people were also nervous, and placed Buddha statues in the bedroom, and many charms were pasted on the beds.

I finally got to Friday, and when it was time to finish class, I went home.

It's only an hour's drive from S City to Anjun Town, and when I get home, I take a hot shower and snuggle up in bed. In the past few days, she has been physically and mentally exhausted, and her mental condition is also poor, and she always dreams that Song Min is standing at her bedhead covered in blood when she sleeps at night. It's so groggy and groggy when did it fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but when I was awakened by the smell of rice, I stretched my waist and walked to the living room, where the table was full of her favorite dishes.

Hearing her footsteps, the second uncle came out of the kitchen, "Wake up, have you been tired for the past few days?" Why is it in such a bad state? ”

When did I not want the second uncle to worry, I said that the school has a lot to do in the past few days, and there are a batch of cultural relics that need to be identified and marked.

"Good goods again?" As soon as the second uncle heard about this kind of thing, he was excited, "Is the condition of that dynasty good, and is the damage serious?" ”

When did you put a piece of braised pork, "Second uncle, don't think about it, these things have nothing to do with you, you just need to run the antique shop." ”

"Big niece, how can you say that, this cultural relic is a product of human history and civilization, let me ask what's wrong!"

When did he laugh twice, "I don't know what you're thinking, I know what bad ideas you have when you roll your eyes." ”

Afraid that he would say something hurtful when he was going to say something, the second uncle took a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth, "Taste, is the second uncle's craftsmanship refined again." ”

"Second uncle, do you think I don't know you if you replace the takeaway box with a plate, and I'm not blind!" You can make this flavor unless the sun hits the west side.

"Hey, why don't you believe it?"

"If you throw the takeout box out next time, I might think it's a possibility."

The two of them joked for a while, and somehow talked about relics again.