"Where is the location of the school building?" Yang Shuo asked again.

"Over there." The old woman glared at him impatiently, but pointed in one direction anyway, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"Well, thank you, grandma, what are you looking for?" Although this old man was a little weird, he pointed out the direction to Yang Shuo, and it was already a great kindness to be able to help him in this environment.

"Find someone." The old woman replied simply, as if she wanted to give him a casual touch, hoping to get him to leave quickly.

"Looking for someone? There's somewhere on this lawn. Yang Shuo looked around, there was no other figure at all, and no one was looking for someone to look at the ground.

"I'm looking for my grandson." As she spoke, the old woman walked with an oil lamp and looked carefully at the lawn.

Yang Shuo felt more and more that this old woman was a little strange, and subconsciously took a half step back and became vigilant.

Suddenly, the old woman shouted excitedly, "I have found you!" My good grandson! ”

"Huh?" Yang Shuo's eyebrows twisted slightly, as if the old woman had found something from the lawn and held it into her arms.

He couldn't help but lean up and look at the foreign object in the old woman's arms, it turned out to be a little boy tied with paper, with a pair of strange eyes smiling at him, which looked heart-wrenching.

Paper is a funeral paper, mainly refers to the paper people and paper horses, cash trees, gold and silver mountains, archways, gatehouses, houses, poultry and other burned paper products used in sacrificial and funeral activities.

The burning of paper is sent to the dead under the spring, and legend has it that only the dead can see the living paper people.

Yang Shuo's face suddenly turned pale when he saw this scene, and at this time, the old woman's expression changed slightly, and she squinted at him with a pair of small eyes and looked at him with an extremely distorted smile and said, "Are you also my grandson?" ”

"You're special, who's your grandson?" He subconsciously picked up his fist and punched the old woman in the face, turned around and ran, and no one would be afraid to see such a person in such a place at night.

Yang Shuo glanced back and found that the old woman who was originally standing on the lawn had disappeared, as if she had disappeared out of thin air, but where she had gone.

The appearance of the old woman made Yang Shuo's heart more and more uncomfortable, and the ominous premonition became more and more intense, this ten-year-old school was like hell, and the yin aura in the air seemed to be able to kill him anytime and anywhere.

After running for a while, Yang Shuo entered a small park, where a warm headlight shone brightly, which looked particularly warm.

Found a stone bench and sat down, panting constantly, running too fast from the lawn, I couldn't help but feel a little out of breath, Yang Shuo himself is also an otaku, he hasn't exercised much, and his physical fitness is naturally not particularly good.

Maybe the only benefit of his body is to resist fighting, he used to be beaten by his father before, and over time he became a little numb to some ordinary pain.

"It's good that thing didn't come after me, what the hell is going on?" Yang Shuo patted his head with some annoyance, and since he entered this school, he found that the atmosphere around him has always been very weird, although there are a lot of lights in the school, but it feels more terrifying than darkness.

The light is like an eye, and when you are exposed to the light, a person in a certain place will always stare at you.

"Forget it, the most important thing now is to find the location of the school building first." Yang Shuo knew the location of the old teaching building, but he couldn't find the road at all, and each road had a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

He had the impression that the old school building was in the northwest direction of the school, and even if he knew that, it was easy to get lost in this unknown environment, and now he just didn't know where he was.

Yang Shuo got up from the stone bench and was about to leave this place, when a strange feeling suddenly came to his heart, there seemed to be something hidden in some unseen places in the park.

Leaving the park and walking northwest, the cold wind kept blowing on his face like an invisible ghost hand caressing back and forth, the cold wind was biting, and a strange feeling came to his heart, as if this school was some kind of huge living form, the biting cold wind, it was like it was breathing.

I don't know how long he walked, a familiar building appeared in front of Yang Shuo's eyes, this building was a little different from his impression, this may be the first time he saw the old teaching building without that strange sense of death.

The temperature outside was a bit low, and he was wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt at this time, which could not withstand the cold wind at all.

"Why is it so cold here?" Yang Shuo complained a few words, and quickened his small steps to the eaves of the first floor.

"That's right, this is the old school building." On the wall outside the first floor is a drawing of the structure of the old school building. From the structural drawing, it can be clearly seen that there is a piano room on the third floor.

Yang Shuo was not in a hurry to go upstairs to the piano room immediately, he took out his gray mobile phone and looked at it, there was still an hour left.

"Looks like we're going to have to hurry." Adjusting his mentality, he was about to go upstairs when he inadvertently glanced back, and in the midst of the strong wind outside, a black figure stood under a tree staring in his direction.

Appeared! Which dark shadow again!

Yang Shuo could clearly see the black shadow in the dark night with the assistance of the ability of the tricky pupil, when he paused from the action of preparing to go upstairs, and then looked in the direction of the black shadow, it seemed that the black shadow also knew that he had been discovered by him, and immediately turned around and ran into the bottomless darkness, disappearing into the windy night.

"What the hell is that thing?" Yang Shuo said to himself and frowned.

He was about to go upstairs, when he felt as if the corners of his clothes were being pulled by someone, and when he looked down, he didn't know when a little boy had come to him, and there was no sound.

"Big brother." The little boy was about five or six years old, a little shy, and a little shy in his speech.

Yang Shuo was very vigilant about the people who suddenly appeared, even the harmless child in front of him was no exception.

Subconsciously took half a step back, and the corner of his coat was pulled away from the little boy's hand.

"Kid, it's so late, what are you doing here?" Yang Shuo put on a very kind expression on the surface.

The little boy pursed his lips, turned his head to look at the windy night, and said, "I lost that." ”

"What's that? Your toys? Yang Shuo didn't know what a child of this age would have to lose, and he really couldn't think of anything other than toys.

The little boy shook his head desperately, and Yang Shuo asked again, "What then?" ”

"My grandma."