Fear churned and rolled in my stomach, rushing down my esophagus and into my mouth and nose, almost suffocating me.

However, the strange sound never came again. I don't know how long I lay in bed, but I finally fell asleep groggily.

The next day, as soon as I sat up from the bed, I felt a sharp pain in the right half of my brain, as if someone had been slapped on the head, and I almost didn't lie back in pain.

Is this about to catch a cold? I didn't pay much attention to it, I was more concerned about what happened in the hallway last night. As soon as I got out of bed, I walked out the door.

The sky was blue, the air was fresh and peaceful, and the corridors were normal, with no blood and no bone debris. I asked a few roommates, and they all said they didn't hear any strange noises, and I breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that my nerves are too sensitive.

Still, I felt a little uneasy, and my memories of a month ago flickered back.

I tapped my head and told myself not to mention it.

Suddenly, I remembered something, and immediately rushed back to the dormitory, lying on the ground to take a look, and sure enough, the pure yang talisman that was stuck under the bed a month ago was gone, and only a few pieces of burnt talisman paper were left.

Looking at the burnt confetti in the transparent glue, drops of cold sweat gradually oozed from my forehead.

Can rune paper burn on its own?

I suddenly remembered that day, in classroom nine, the rune paper in my hand was also bizarrely spontaneously combusted, what kind of scientific principle is this?

But after thinking about it, I have talked to ghosts, how can I talk about scientific principles.

Lenin said that books are a great power.

I bought a few packets of crispy noodles and drinking water at the supermarket and prepared to spend the whole day in the library looking up some information about charms.

Although the library of our school is not as good as that of the province, in the early days of the school, many nearby residents donated a lot of books, including some old books that survived the Cultural Revolution.

I first looked for a few different versions of Unsolved Mysteries on the second floor, flipped through them a few times, and when I found them useless, I was ready to put them back.

When I put the book away, a book in the bottom row of the corner came into my sight - "A Brief Discussion on Ancient Superstitions".

My heart moved, and I was about to get it, but the other hand snatched it first.

"Well, that's what I saw first." I frowned and looked at the "book thief" and reprimanded.

This look makes me feel refreshed, this "book thief" is actually a beautiful girl, with long black hair obediently on her chest, although her appearance is not a sinking fish and geese, but it is also quite beautiful, with the slender snow-white ** exposed under the ultra-short pants, and the twin peaks raised in front of the black horse with a white background, there is a refreshing feeling.

This girl's appearance is considered a beauty in school, and there are a lot of flatterers who usually flatter her, and some people help them run errands with bags, and they are all treated like this, how can they be scolded like this.

She was stunned for a moment, then raised her chin slightly, and said, "Why did you see it first?" I said I saw it first! ”

I didn't immediately reply, but looked into her eyes with a calm face, and made eye contact with her. They looked at each other for a few seconds, and when she blinked and looked away, I said slowly, "I didn't actually want to take this book, but I saw that this book was written by the same person as that one, and I wanted to see it a few times." "I randomly pointed to a book on the shelf.

When I pointed out, I deliberately picked a very new book, and the cover of "A Brief Discussion on Superstitions in Ancient Times" was shabby, and the two books were very different in age, so no matter how you look at them, they don't look like they were written by one person.

"How can this be written by an author, that one is so new" She blinked, looking at the book I was referring to, and sure enough, she didn't believe it.

I pulled the book out of the shelf, pointed to the words on it, and said, "Look, this is written by Wang Huatan." As I spoke, I took the copy of "A Brief Discussion on Superstitions in Ancient Times" from her hand, "This one is hungry, and it seems that the author is unknown, oh, I read it wrong." Then he stuffed the new book to her, and hid "A Brief Discussion on Ancient Superstitions" behind his back.

Only then did she realize that she had been fooled and shouted: "Eh, you" opened her pretty mouth, and she didn't know what to say, so she had to chase and beat me with a book. As I fled, I smirked and said, "Shhh ”

She showed an "ah" expression, that cute look, people felt the urge to kiss her, at this time, she also realized her gaffe, she actually fought with a man she had never met in the library, this kind of thing was unprecedented.

I smirked at her and walked back to my seat, followed by her.

I wondered how she could be so persistent.

When she sat down, I turned to her and asked, "Why do you want to read this kind of book as a girl?" ”

She was stunned for a moment, and then replied hesitantly: "Well, that, well, I'm doing a social practice, and I need to check some information."

This is a terrible lie.

As if seeing that I didn't believe it, she hurriedly added: "Really, I won't show you if you don't believe it." As she spoke, she reached over and took the book, I was not stupid, where would I let her take it, and raised her right arm, blocking her "attack", and at the same time, her jade arm slid over my arm, and there was a slippery and tender touch on the arm.

I moved the book out of her reach and sneered, "You're as stupid as you are, you want to get the book back?" No way. ”

I was teased, she pouted, and wanted to hit me with the book, I put my finger in front of my mouth, making a "shhh ”

"That's what I saw first." I retort.

"Why are you like this, I have so much free time every day, and sometimes I use my lunch break to come over, I've been looking for it for several days, and I finally found this that looks a little useful, and you still rob others" "Grab the book" The beauty said with a look of grievance, almost with a crying voice, that look like she wanted to speak loudly but had to be restrained, it was really cute.

I think I'm still quite pitiful, but now I need this book very much, and she's been looking for it for days, and if I miss this one, I'll have to find me to death, just to win the favor of a beautiful woman I've never met, so I won't do this kind of thing.

"Otherwise, if you tell me the real reason for borrowing this book, I can consider giving it to you." I smiled.

Seeing that I still didn't mean to return the book, the "book grabbing" beauty raised her eyebrows, and suddenly turned her face, "Who are you, why are you telling you?" ”

Seeing this, I was stunned at first, but the look of surprise only stayed for half a second, and then, I smiled and threw three words from between my lips: "Whatever you want!" "I'm the kind of person who eats soft and doesn't eat hard, she doesn't give me a good face, and I naturally won't reply to her good attitude.

Then, I began to flip through this book "A Brief Discussion on Ancient Superstitions" by myself, ignoring the messy "book-grabbing" beauties on the side.

I finally understand why this book is emphasized: I talked about it briefly, there are a lot of things involved, very miscellaneous, there are paper tie people, head dropping, and some folk supernatural events, when I read the second half, I finally saw the introduction of ancient charms, I was overjoyed, and read it carefully with hunger.

In the eyes of Taoist priests and monks, the talisman is a secret magic weapon to communicate between people and gods, so it is not a casual scribble, so there is the so-called "draw talismans do not know the trick, but provoke ghosts and gods to laugh; If you know how to draw a talisman, you will be shocked by the ghosts and gods". There are hundreds of ways to draw talismans, some of them have to pinch the trick and think that the gods come with the pen, and some of them have to step on the gang and recite mantras...... It is very elaborate in laying paper and ink, moving pens, etc., and its procedures are complex and cumbersome, which is enough to make good men and women dizzy. “”

It also records that "some people who have the Tao will urge the work on the paper to make it ignite and exert its effect, and those who are not good enough can only use the external fire, and its effect is very different from the former."

However, if the paper talisman spontaneously combusts, then you should be extremely careful, and the reasons are varied, most of them are bad omens, or the evil qi of the owner is on the body, or the yin qi of the outside world is too heavy."

I was shocked, how bad is the luck? Even the pure yang talisman has been burned to the ground, and there are only a few scum left, don't I only have half a life left?

According to the introduction of the charm part of this book, the charm is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the pure yang charm is a kind of charm that overcomes yin things, and it can even be regarded as a forbidden art in the charm, in ancient times, non-core disciples did not pass it on.

I didn't expect such a precious charm to be passed on to me so easily by the ghost old man.

I watched it intently, and before I knew it, an hour had passed, and the "book-grabbing" beauty was still sitting next to her unrelentingly.

I teased her, "Do you have a crush on me?" I'm not that casual. She didn't answer, just stared at me with wide eyes.

I continued, "You don't think I'm going to sit here and read it and then return the book, I'm probably going to borrow it back to the dorm and continue reading, and you're not going to follow me to the boys' dorm." After speaking, he showed his signature cheap smile.

"You" she frowned, she was speechless for a long time, she wasted so much time here, and in the end she still couldn't get the book, so she changed her temper and didn't strangle me to death.

Then, she pouted and asked, "What about you, why do you want to read this book?" "It's like a deflated ball, aggrieved and helpless.

"Oh, I'm also doing social practice, and I need to look up information." I looked into her eyes and said jokingly.

As a result, it attracted her pink fist attack.

She sighed and said, "Actually, it's not that you can't say it, but if I say it, you can't make fun of me, let alone tell others." ”

"Of course," I nodded.

"I have the same nightmare every day, in the dream, I saw myself walking into the old laboratory building of the school, climbing the stairs, into the dissection room on the second floor, I can't remember what was inside, only that it was very dark inside, it was terrible, I picked up the scalpel, when I turned around, there was one more person on the white sheet, I picked up the knife and I actually "said this, she buried her face in her long hair, her left hand held her forehead, a few fingers into her hair, scratching and rubbing hard, looking extremely painful, very reluctant to continue to remember the nightmare.

After a long silence, she continued: "I am like a bystander, unable to walk, unable to look away, and unable to control myself. ”

"You weren't scared awake?"

"If only that were the case, I just watched motionless, until it was over, and I felt like I was going crazy." Her eyes were gloomy and she looked haggard.

"By the way, you just said, where did you dream of yourself?" I suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly.

"The old laboratory building, what's wrong?"

My heart thumped, the old laboratory building?

A month ago, I was also tormented by a nightmare that was also related to the old laboratory building.

Is there anything in the old laboratory building?