"Ahh

"Don't!"

"Don't catch me!"

Zhang Ya closed her eyes tightly and rushed directly into the corridor.

Multiply! Multiply! Multiply!

The lights in the hallway also began to flicker.

A series of figures with teeth and claws flickered under the flickering lights.

At the same time, a scorching odor mixed with a pungent smell of mold began to fill the air.

"Don't! Don't catch me! ”

Zhang Ya shouted, closing her eyes and rushing forward desperately.

Boom!

Zhang Ya's body crashed into a warm embrace.

"Good, it's okay!" Xia Mu stretched out his hand to gently comfort the girl in his arms, and his tone was unusually gentle.

"I'm so scared...... Yes...... There's a ghost chasing me......"

Zhang Ya's delicate body trembled, and she hugged the body that gave her a sense of security.

The lips that had been clenched because of fear opened slightly, and they breathed in the warm breath emanating from the man's body.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm here." Xia Mu's eyes became unusually soft.

Once upon a time, there was also a woman who hugged him tightly, but unfortunately, the girl died in his arms.

Multiply! Multiply! Multiply!

The lights in the hallway began to flicker again.

"Ahh

Zhang Ya screamed in fright, and buried her head deep in Xia Mu's arms.

Suck! Suck! Suck!

One after another, blackened figures, on the ground, on the walls, on the ceiling, crawling with difficulty, stretched out their hands, and shouted silently with their open mouths, as if to say something.

"Run!"

The woman in her arms raised her head suddenly, held Xia Mu's hand, turned around and ran.

A huge force acted on Xia Mu's arm, Xia Mu's body staggered, and he ran uncontrollably with the woman towards the depths of the corridor.

"My name is Zhang Ya, what's your name?" In the dark shadows, among the two running figures, the woman asked breathlessly.

"Xia Mu."

"Xia Mu......" Zhang Ya repeated softly, "Let me tell you, there are a lot of ghosts in this teaching building, we must not be caught by them!" ”

"yes, there are a lot of ghosts." Xia Mu nodded.

"However, blindly running away will not solve the problem."

"When you encounter a ghost, don't you run?" Zhang Ya looked at Xia Mu strangely like an idiot.

Xia Mu didn't answer directly, but changed the topic: "How long have you been running?" ”

"How long?" Zhang Ya's face showed a trace of trance, "I ran away...... Yes! It hurts! My head hurts! ”

Zhang Ya held her head with both hands, as if she was in pain, and slammed her head against the wall hard.

Xia Mu stood quietly aside, watching indifferently.

Suck! Suck! Suck!

Behind the hallway, blackened figures crawled and chased after them.

"Here we are...... Not again...... Let's run! ”

Zhang Ya glanced at the scorched black ghost shadow chasing behind her in horror, and reached out to grab Xia Mu's palm.

However, Xia Mu's footsteps took a step back, avoiding the palm that Zhang Ya had grabbed.

"You ......" Zhang Ya was stunned.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Xia Mu turned around and pointed to the scorched black figures crawling in the corridor.

Zhang Ya retreated in horror, trembling all over: "Xia Mu, let's run!" They...... They're catching us! ”

"Tell me what they're talking about!"

Xia Mu's tone aggravated.

"I ...... I...... I do not know! I do not know! Woohoo......"

Zhang Ya held her head with both hands, squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

"They can't make a sound...... Xia Mu stared at the scorched black figures, opening their mouths to roar silently.

"But I know lip language, and I can read what they're saying."

"They said......" Xia Mu lowered his head and looked at Zhang Ya, who was holding his head and crying, "They said, come back!" ”

"Come back...... Come back......"

The three words were like a magic spell, echoing in Zhang Ya's mind over and over again.

The head slowly doesn't hurt.

The tears of crying slowly stopped.

Zhang Ya looked up a little dazedly, looking at a charred black figure crawling towards her in the corridor, staring at the helpless movement in the figure's mouth.

"Back to ...... Come...... ......."

Zhang Ya learned the mouth shape of the scorched black figure, and read word by word.

The clothes on his body turned into fly ashes, and his white and tender skin began to become swollen and burnt yellow, and the next moment, a blackened figure appeared in front of Xia Mu.

"Thank you, Xia Mu."

The charred figure stood up, walking towards the charred figures who were crawling towards it.

"I forgot, in fact, I also died a long time ago......"

The breeze blew gently, and the corridor was empty, except for the bright moonlight shining through the broken window glass, forming a bunch of moonlight.

"Is she gone?"

Under the dilapidated teaching building, the dormitory manager looked at Xia Mu.

"Well, let's go."

Xia Mu nodded.

"Ugh." Aunt Dormitory Manager sighed, "Ten years ago, a fire broke out in this school building, killing more than thirty students. ”

"Originally, the school planned to spend some money to renovate the teaching building, but people often see a ghost running around the teaching building at night."

"It's been ten years, and this kid is finally free."

"Hmm." Xia Mu nodded and looked at the dormitory manager, "She is relieved, you should also be relieved." ”

"yes."

The dormitory manager aunt showed a trace of melancholy in her eyes, turned her head to look at the brightly lit new teaching building not far away, and then looked at the old black teaching building, and some of the fat bodies slowly became transparent and disappeared.

"Ding Dong!"

"Congratulations to the player Xia Mu, for completing the ghost wish of the dormitory manager aunt - to rescue the ghost in the teaching building."

In his head, the clown's voice slowly dissipated.

Xia Mu raised his head, glanced at the moon in the sky, raised his feet, and walked towards the brightly lit new teaching building.

Now that the ghost wish has completed one, the other two must also hurry.

……

Zhang Haiquan is the oldest teacher in Huayi No. 3 Middle School.

His education is not high, and he is the lowest among the many teachers in Huayi No. 3 Middle School.

However, with more than 30 years of coaching experience, he is one of the oldest and most respected.

57-year-old Zhang Haiquan will retire in two or three years.

But he did not let go of his requirements, and still walked around the class he taught during the evening self-study time to give some answers to some of the students who asked him.

At this time, after answering a student's question, Zhang Haiquan nodded with satisfaction after looking at the steps written by the student, looked around at the students who were studying quietly in the classroom, and slowly walked out of the classroom.

"Teacher Zhang." In the shadow of the corridor, Xia Mu walked out.

"Hmm." Zhang Haiquan nodded lightly.

The student in front of him, he didn't know, shouldn't be the student he taught.

But since this student came to him, he naturally would not refuse.

"Teacher Zhang, I want to ask, who was that person in Zhao Jie's suicide case two years ago?"

Xia Mu's words had just fallen, and Zhang Haiquan's wrinkled face sank in an instant!