A hole was quickly burned in the paper.

Xu Ran scolded, it was too late to stop it, the crumpled paper was too dry, and it quickly burned.

Xu Ran got up and jumped away, Zhang Siyang was also taken aback, and hurriedly turned the dry tobacco pipe behind him as a thief, fearing that he would get personal stolen goods.

However, Li Wuyuan's lowered gaze gradually became strange, and little by little he followed closely the drawing paper that was raised in the wind.

I saw that the ashes that should have fluttered away were whirling faintly in the air, and when the flames devoured the word "魍魉", a strong wind struck, and the powdery ashes suddenly flew to the opposite mountain forest at the speed of lightning and flint, and landed on a black shadow.

Everyone in the class, including Qi Lei and Shi Changsheng, can see with the naked eye-

The dust was like a rain of bullets, with a strong momentum, like using air as paper and ashes as pen, and in the blink of an eye smashed the outline of a child.

The portrait was burned, and a hundred ghosts were present.

"It's really weird!"

Zhang Siyang shouted, his old face turned red with excitement, and the dry pipe knocked on the heel of his shoe, pinned it into the waistband of his trousers, "Fucking big hair!" ”

Then he ran to the other side as if chasing his life.

The monster in the forest widened its blood-red eyes and quickly turned its head and burrowed into the vast mountains.

"It will imitate Fan Xiaoer to speak, there must be something wrong!"

Li Wuyuan lifted his hat and chased after him.

In this way, Qi Lei and Shi Changsheng have a feeling that they should subconsciously participate in the pursuit, even if they haven't figured out the current situation, the soles of their feet have already blindly followed the herd first.

Except for Xu Ran, everyone chased after the scene.

Everyone also forgot for a moment how they had seen the monster.

Xu Ran wanted to follow, but he didn't take two steps before he stopped again.

He looked back at the towering skyladder, and a very strange feeling came over him.

Judging from the moment now, the dragon was dozens of meters away from him, but the sound echoed in his ears very clearly.

His yin and yang eyes don't have their own tailwind ears, how can he hear them so clearly?

Then the reason why this voice is close to his ears can only be regarded as the ability of the dragon.

- Since the dragon has the ability to shout in the air, is it necessary to climb on the child's back?

Xu Ran scratched his hair a little irritably.

The mountains and forests are silent, and Li Wuyuan has no hope that they have already chased after them.

Xu Ran suddenly didn't know where the spirit came from, glanced at the ladder facing up, moved his arms, and grabbed the guardrail with both hands and began to climb.

The shade of the trees is dense, the clouds are thick, the sunny day has changed the course at some point, Xu Ran's head is only dim color, and the grass and trees on the cliff are brushing in the mountain wind, swaying wildly with teeth and claws.

When he climbed to two-thirds of the way, Xu Ran gradually slowed down due to physical exhaustion.

I don't know if it was because of the wind, but he seemed to feel a slight vibration from the ladder under his feet behind him.

It was as if someone was crawling after him.

Xu Ran stopped. Didn't look down.

The "man" behind saw him stop, but instead of stopping his pace, he climbed down his trouser leg, step by step, along his torso and onto his back.

Xu Ran felt a warm liquid cascade down his neck, soaking his shirt and dyeing large patches of weird patterns.

He looked down slightly, and saw a small, bloody arm around his neck, and the blood gushing out of the wound on the other's body.

On his back is a soul, but it seems to weigh a thousand pounds.

It seems that this is the right thing.

It's not that Xu Ran hasn't talked to ghosts, but at the moment he doesn't know whether Fan Xiaoer belongs to the good or bad hexagram, so he doesn't know where to start talking.

"Hey......" he tried to speak.

"You're Fan Xiaoer, right?"

The things on his back ignored him, Xu Ran couldn't feel any subtle movements about the other party, breathing, pulse, heartbeat, all of them.

The only blood with temperature suddenly cooled down in just a few seconds after it gushed out.

Xu Ran waited for a long time, climbed up with difficulty, and said:

"I heard about you, junior second, can you tell me what you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

As he took a step forward, Fan Xiaoer on his back finally moved slightly.

With this move, Xu Ran suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Normally, when a child lies on an adult's back, his head will be blocked by the back of the adult's neck or leaning on the shoulder, but Xu Ran feels that the back of his head is empty around him, and only a gust of wind blows over.

He felt that Fan Xiaoer seemed to be slightly biased, looking at him.

Xu Ran subconsciously turned his head and almost took it off.

Fan Xiaoer on his back has no head—or rather, not a complete head.

The child's skull was shattered, and his head had been broken to a fraction of what was left, as if more than half of his head had been cut off by a sharp knife.

The remnants of his face were mixed with blood and brain, and his left eye had burst, leaving only half of his right eye, which had been squeezed out of shape, and a little white of the eye, which was as dark as death.

The lower lip was nowhere to be found, and the terrifying gums were straight and bare, like a half-rotten white bone.

Xu Ran thought that it was very likely that a person would be head-down when he fell.

"Go ......"

That whisper, which seemed to be mixed with a mouthful of thick phlegm, almost made Xu Ran's heart tremble.

But he did as he was told, and slowly continued to climb up.

"You want to go home, don't you?"

He tried his best to flatten his voice, and it was really not appropriate to expose his emotions until he figured out his opponent's level.

Because the evil is the most likely to see the stitches, pick and choose when your psychological defense line is the weakest.

The answer to this question is unquestionable.

Fan Xiaoer seems to have taken a great interest in him.

No one could see him before, talk to him, ask him what he wanted, but the person in front of him had such an ability.

He tilted half of his head to see Xu Ran's face as much as possible, and the only remaining right eye made him unable to see it, so he could only blindly get close.

Bai Sensen, who had lost his lower lip, had pus and blood mixed with saliva flowing from his gums, and the foul smell penetrated his nose, and the elongated silk thread hung on Xu Ran's neckline.

Xu Ran tried his best to deviate from the beginning and said:

"It's a good idea to want to go home, but your family has already helped you collect the body, so you shouldn't bother other your classmates."

"Corpse...... ......"

The mutilated lips made Fan Xiaoer's speech slurred, stiff and vague like an old man on the verge of death.

But the tone was confused.

Xu Ran suddenly had a bad premonition: didn't he know that he was dead? Or do you not believe that you are dead?

"I mean, if you want to go home, you should rely on yourself, did the school teacher teach you to let the family carry it back?"

Xu Ran stiffened his head and changed his words.

Fan Xiaoer's legs hanging on Xu Ran's body swayed one by one, and with each shake, blood dripped down like raindrops.

"Can't walk......"

Fan Xiaoer said in his ear.

Xu Ran felt that the weight on his back seemed to be gradually increasing, and green tendons faintly appeared on his forehead.

"So you're waiting on the edge of the cliff every day for someone to take you back?"

Xu Ran asked.

"Then why do you give up every time you let other students get hurt?"

Fan Xiaoer did not answer.

Xu Ran was already close to the top of the highest ladder, and after going up to the high platform, it was a low ladder.

Fan Xiaoer, who was on his back, suddenly tightened his arms and firmly wrapped his arms around Xu Ran's neck.

But it didn't seem to hurt him, it was more like he was afraid that he would leave him halfway.

Xu Ran felt that the crippled and terrifying body was pressed tighter, and his mind had been taken up by fear and nervousness.

He endured his nausea and asked, "Fan Xiaoer, do you hate Shi Cheng?" ”

By the time he had finished asking, he had already ascended the narrow high platform, ready to go to another ladder.

When Fan Xiaoer heard Shi Cheng's name, he probed again, and his right eye, which had too much white, stared at Xu Ran's side face.

"Maybe that's not the right question."

A large amount of sweat oozed from Xu Ran's forehead, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose had slipped to the very bottom and hung on the tip of his nose.

"Do you remember that he made a bet with you to climb faster than anyone, and in the end you lost the bet, and you were angry about the result?"

Fan Xiaoer's throat gurgled slightly, as if a large amount of blood and unknown fluid were pouring into his throat.

He was hesitating.

Xu Ran stopped, leaned on the guardrail and gasped, "If you don't answer, I won't leave." ”

Fan Xiaoer let go of his arm, and his seemingly immature fingers reached into Xu Ran's chest, grabbing his collar tightly.

Xu Ran smiled helplessly, he was afraid that he would run away.

Fan Xiaoer: "Angry ......"

Xu Ran helped the glasses frame that was about to fall, and as a deal, he took another step up the ladder.

"And have you ever thought about getting revenge on him?"

Fan Xiaoer replied inarticulately: "Yes." ”

Xu Ran took another step up, and the remaining steps of the ladder were already numbered.

"So...... Do you want to kill him? Xu Ran said.

Fan Xiaoer was still clutching his clothes, but suddenly he didn't make any more sounds.

Xu Ran was not in a hurry or annoyed, and stopped in place and waited for him.

After a long time, Fan Xiaoer lifted his mutilated head.

"No ......"

The tense string in Xu Ran's heart was finally broken with peace of mind and neatly.

He suddenly looked relieved and said:

"It seems that you are still a good boy after death, my guess is correct, otherwise you would not have been unsuccessful every time, you must have woken up when you got into someone else's body, so you have been wandering here until now."

Xu Ran believes that although it is indeed not good for him to hurt other children, it is fortunate that he still retains a trace of conscience, and finally stopped in time.

Fan Xiaoer looked at him motionlessly, and he didn't know how much he understood.

But when he heard the word "death", half of his face suddenly became a little hideous.

Xu Ran didn't notice it, his tone was much more relaxed, and he said to him:

"Come down, since you can't bear to hurt your classmates, you must not bear to hurt me either—every step you take is a drain on people's yang energy, and when I send you home, I'm afraid I'll die."

Fan Xiaoer on his back had no intention of letting go.

Xu Ran frowned and asked him, "Do you want to harm people?" ”

Fan Xiaoer was hunched on his shoulder, and his only right eye emitted an eerie cold light, but his voice was still mixed with the immaturity of a boy in his early tens.

"I don't hurt anyone, I want to go home."

He said this sentence intermittently and slurredly.

But Xu Ran heard a paranoid and crazy desire from it-

He just wanted to go home, and he didn't care who would kill him.

Xu Ran suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Can you get off me first? Let's talk in person. ”

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

Fan Xiaoer's throat suddenly let out a weird laugh, like an innocent child, like a thoughtless madman.

"No, you can't."