The news of the fourth class reached the fifth class, causing a panic. Now the ghost has begun to kill, and the killing efficiency is beyond imagination. It is said that in Class 7, someone has also died.

"What to do, we have to think of a way." I said with a pale face. I can deal with ghosts, but I can't prevent them. Now the ghost is hiding in the shadows. And we're in the open. It can be said that in every way, we are at a disadvantage.

"Wang Zheng, it's up to you. Use your skull pen. Draw what the ghost looks like. Wang Wu said suddenly. Then Wang Zheng woke up from a dream and hurriedly began to paint.

His skull pen quickly swung and began to draw the appearance of a ghost on the white paper. Soon, however, the ghost's appearance was clearly revealed to us.

"It's so beautiful, is this really a ghost? I think it's supposed to be a goddess. Wang Wu said with admiration. The others were also surprised, and everyone saw a lot of ghosts.

But basically the appearance is a mess, not a distorted face and pale skin. It's just that there are a few parts of the whole body, and it looks like the body is very scattered. And the painting in front of you, from any angle, is a perfect work of art. The number of the Adams.

In the painting in Wang Zheng's hand, there is an extremely beautiful woman. Long hair flutters in the air, and two jewel-like eyes contain a breathtaking light. The skirt on her body was like a flowing flame, wrapping her slender body like white jade, and the whole person was like a moving fire spirit. The woman in the picture in front of me is too charming.

"If this picture is real, then we're in big trouble." I looked at the painting in front of me with a pale face, and the sound was extremely shocking.

"What's wrong?" Wang Wu asked.

"Are you stupid? Take a good look at her clothes, and then look at her pretty face. Don't you realize that the strength of this ghost is probably beyond the reach of all of us combined? I said with a pale face.

"You're right. Most of the ghosts we encountered were physically disabled. Ugly in appearance. Even if she is a beautiful woman, she will become an ugly ghost after death. But this ghost is so beautiful. It can only show that her strength is unimaginable. Wang Wu realized something and hurriedly said.

"Not only that, haven't you noticed? The clothes on her body, this should be a gothic costume. And it looks like the clothes worn hundreds of years ago, during the Renaissance. And it looks a lot like the costume of the court. I said, looking at the blank piece of paper in front of me.

"Is it really that powerful?" Wang Zheng was shocked. looked at the blank paper in front of him, but he couldn't see why. On the contrary, it was Yang Yaxin, who hurriedly said: "What the boss said is true, this is indeed a gothic costume." And it's the old classical. I've seen Shakespeare's plays before, and they were from a long time ago. ”

"So the ghost we encountered was a woman in the West. This woman has been dead for hundreds of years? Wang Zheng asked.

"So to speak. At least three hundred years. I said, looking at the blank paper in front of me.

"A three-hundred-year-old ghost? Is it time for us to kill ourselves? Wang Zheng said in shock. He had seen the power of ghosts, and he knew that the longer ghosts died. the greater the power.

The middle-aged teacher has only been dead for decades, and so many of us are not opponents when we go together. Not to mention this 300-year-old ghost. This is simply something we can't imagine.

"I didn't expect that the ghost we had to deal with in this English test turned out to be a ghost from the West. No wonder it's called an English class. Wang Wu scolded.

"Indeed, very apt. We're going to survive now. By the way, he escaped her pursuit. That's the basic picture. I nodded.

"I'm not afraid of an old ghost who has been dead for three hundred years." Ye Ruoxue said. Wielding the demon knife Zixiao in his hand. But from the look in her eyes, you can see that she is also a little afraid.

"We're in trouble now, let Duanmu Xuan come back. As long as the fifth class can be guaranteed to live, others don't need to think about it. Now it's careless, but it's the rhythm of the group's annihilation. I said with a wry smile.

"This time, the ghost turned out to be an old ghost. How to deal with it this time. That's right. Since she is a ghost, she may be afraid of Western things. What a cross. Garlic and the like. Wang Zheng said overjoyed.

"Fuck off, it's the vampires, not the ghosts, who are afraid of the garlic of the cross." I glared at him and said.

"Then you can also try, it is better to believe it than to believe it." Wang Zheng said.

"Then try it." I shrugged, and then the people in the classroom, began to put two rulers together, and then glued them together to make a simple cross.

Then Wang Wu rushed out and came back with a bucket of red paint in his hand.

"Where did I get it?" My eyes widened as I looked at the paint in Wang Wu's hand.

"It's what they used to paint it, and I borrowed it." Wang Wu said, then picked up the paint bucket and began to paint on the walls. Soon several bright red crosses were written on it. Not satisfied at all, he continued to brush. Soon there were crosses he painted on the walls of the entire classroom.

"Paralysis, whether you are Buddha or Jesus, hurry up and protect us." Wang Wu put down the paint bucket and scolded. By this time, he was already sick and rushed to the hospital.

"Do you think it's really useful?" I said, looking at the crosses around the walls. These bright red crosses are majestic, but I don't think they're going to be of any use.

"Anyway, give it a try. That's the case now, anyway. Wang Wu shrugged and said. Don't forget to keep the paint bucket still in the trash.

"Whatever you want." I sat lazily in my chair and said. Now there's nothing I can do. Ghosts can come out of anywhere. And we don't have anything we can do.

"By the way, the exam didn't say you weren't allowed to leave the classroom. We'll just run to a crowded place and we'll be fine. Qi Jiawei suddenly stood up and said.

"That's a good idea, but now the ghost is hunting. Are you sure you want to go out? I said, glancing at him. Then Qi Jiawei immediately returned to his seat silently, and he just talked casually. It is simply impossible to go alone. That's looking for death.

Now the fourth and seventh classes are constantly happening tragedies. We are powerless to stop it. Even Duanmu Xuan in the fourth class. I all felt haggard. He walked cautiously through the classroom. The students around him have taken him as hope.

"Hurry up and save us."

"I know you have props, hurry up and use them."

"We really have no choice but to rely on you now."

"Xiao Ai, you died so miserably!"

The entire fourth class was noisy, and the constant deaths made the students of the fourth class panic. Finally someone couldn't help it. He turned pale and shouted, "I can't stand it anymore!" ”

Then he quickly opened the door and was about to rush out. But as he walked down the hallway. only to find a pair of cold eyes, staring at him.

The boy hurriedly looked into those eyes. Only then did he find out. The gaze came from a glass of glass. This glass is the glass of the fourth-class window.

A figure appeared in front of him on the glass. It's a slender figure. There was seduction in the eyes. And this boy, when he noticed these eyes, he couldn't take his eyes off.

His figure, step by step, walked towards his neck. The eyes are gentle, as if looking at a lover. He found that his body was no longer controllable, and he could only walk towards the abyss step by step.

In the fourth class, everyone looked at the boy in horror. The boy walked slowly. Then I went back to the classroom. His gaze was fixed on the neck of the doorway.

Then, in the stunned eyes of everyone, in the glass, a pair of Qianqian's thin hands suddenly stretched out. It was a pair of arms as white as jade. The arm stretched out slightly.

Then he stroked the boy's face, and the boy seemed to be happy. A smile broke out on his face. His face was glazed, and his eyes looked at the glass gently. Then the arm that came out of the glass grabbed the boy's neck violently. Then it swerved away.

With a crisp sound of bones shattering, the boy's neck was twisted into a 180-degree turn directly in front of everyone's eyes. Then, under the frightened gaze of the students of Class 4, the boy's body slowly fell.