Looking at the big blood-red eyes that didn't blink, Yang Jun's heart trembled wildly, just looking at such an eye, his body couldn't move at all. The darkness always likes to come quietly at such times, and the light behind the mountain is very dim, so that even the only bit of moonlight has been safely blocked.

Yang Jun saw the big blood-red eyes, rolling his eyes in the dimness, looking very excited. In the dead silence, Yang Jun suddenly heard a strange sound of "rustling", his eyes almost bulged out, and pieces of stone tablets began to emerge from the land that was originally barren grass.

However, it was not these that made the sound, but the big black banyan tree, its teeth and claws of the branches and leaves were growing rapidly, and the friction between the branches and leaves made such a "rustling" sound.

The darkness obscured Yang Jun's figure, and he was still completely unable to move, so he could only quietly watch the scene in front of him slowly derive.

Suddenly, arms stretched out from the stone tablet, these hands had no torso, and the five fingers crawled quickly on the ground, and after a while, they came to Yang Jun's side, and one by one the black and thin hands climbed directly on his body. He only felt that his body was numb, the yin wind stimulated his nasal cavity with a fishy smell, Yang Jun said "ah", only felt that his lower abdomen contracted, two strands and one hot, he was incontinent, and urine was dripping from his pants.

Yang Jun was almost ashamed and wanted to die headbutt, this ghost was not once or twice, but he didn't train his courage much, but became more and more afraid of such things. The big red eyes on the viceprincipal's chest seemed to be mocking him, and a hint of contempt could be seen in the pupils.

But it was precisely because of this sudden incontinence that Yang Jun found that he could move, and those withered hands seemed to be afraid of his urine, and they were quickly jumping off him, keeping a distance of dozens of centimeters around him. But no more arms climbed up, Yang Jun took a breath a little, although the method used was a little unsightly, but the body did recover its action, so at least there was a little capital to fight.

Yang Jun touched his pocket, he was now surrounded by thousands of withered hands, and it seemed a little difficult to rush over, and the vice principal was at least about five meters away from him.

"Hey, kid, it's all incontinence." The vice principal's ridiculous voice came into Yang Jun's ears, and although he couldn't see the vice principal's expression clearly in the dark, he could still guess from the tone what an annoying face it was.

Yang Jun's teeth itched with hatred, but he had no way to get past here, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and Yang Jun remembered that Duan Hou had mentioned it to him before. Ghosts are afraid of people's filth, and if there is no way, you can temporarily avoid ghosts by urinating on the place where there are ghosts.

Thinking of this, Yang Jun didn't care how embarrassed he was just now, so he took off his pants full of urine in public, thinking that this body was not his own anyway, and he couldn't be embarrassed. finally took off his pants, and suddenly only a pair of boxers remained on his lower body.

He grabbed his pants in one hand, and rushed out with a little refreshment, the urine-stained trousers flicking in his hands, and sure enough, the dry arms avoided colliding with his pants. There were also those who were slapped away by Yang Junyi's pants, and those arms were stained with urine and fell to the ground and struggled, and it took a while to get up again.

Seeing that there were no dead hands in front of him, Yang Jun stepped on a stone tablet, kicked his foot forward hard, and threw the trousers in his hand at the vice principal. The red pupil as big as a fist directly ignored the pants that flew over, and the vice principal stretched out a hand and was thrown aside directly with a flick of the pants, which was unexpectedly expected by Yang Jun, just a pair of pants stained with filth could not do anything to the vice principal.

Yang Jun reached out to touch something in his pocket, and he looked at the vice principal with a smile and a smile, just now he was trying to get out of trouble with filth, and he didn't take out anything in his pocket, which was really a loss of pants and a broken soldier.

There was no way out, he grabbed a two-finger-thick wooden stick on the ground and stabbed it directly at the vice principal, his target was the big red eye, the red pupil was the size of an adult man's fist, it was best to find it as an attack target, and the vice principal was mainly controlled by this eye.

There was a pain in his back, and at some point, those withered arms had jumped up on his body, and the thin fingers had pierced his flesh. There are more and more arms, and the back is getting heavier and heavier. Now that he no longer has that pair of pants in his hand, it is almost unrealistic to deal with these withered hands, it is better to deal directly with the vice principal who commands the arm.

The wooden stick pierced through the vice principal's body, but the unreal sense of penetration made Yang Jun's heart feel a pimple, what he pierced turned out to be just an afterimage, and the vice principal didn't know when he appeared next to him again. The red pupil looked at him playfully, as if to say: Hmph, little one, you want to fight with me these two times.

Before Yang Jun could raise the wooden stick in his hand again, a withered arm had already climbed up his neck, and his five fingers were opened and tightly fastened around his neck, and the withered arm lifted Yang Jun up in the air. His two feet were kicking in mid-air, but there was no place to focus on it, and there was a pain in his back from time to time.

The feeling of suffocation came, the whole head swelled as if it was congested, and the eyes began to bulge outward, and the arm didn't know what to borrow, but it was able to directly hang in the air to lift Yang Jun, a boy who was 120 pounds.

Yang Jun's two hands struggled to break the withered hand stuck in his neck, but it was in vain, and that hand was like an iron tong. Yang Jun only felt that his breathing was slowly becoming short, and his two hands grabbed in a panic, and one accidentally tore off the spirit mirror hanging on his chest. He was desperate, and he originally wanted to save his life by looking for the spirit mirror, but it was a good thing, but he accidentally threw away all the life-saving straws.

The eyes were squeezed and protruded, and the surrounding scenery began to distort, and the originally black scene seemed to have a strange color at this time, and the figure of the vice principal began to blur. Just when Yang Jun was about to lose his vision, a small black shadow flashed out from behind him, only to see it catch the falling spirit mirror and hit the vice principal, so fast that the vice principal didn't react at all, and the blood-red pupils were knocked out.

"Uh~~" The vice principal squatted down in pain, the red pupils on his chest kept turning, and Yang Jun suddenly felt that his whole body fell to the ground heavily.

"Ahem~" He coughed uncontrollably holding his throat, squinted a few times before regaining his original vision, and then he saw that the black shadow that had just flashed out was Ah San. At this time, it was holding the piece of the spirit mirror that it had dropped in its mouth, and its tail was waging at itself.

The dense withered hands that were still lined up just now are gone, but there is still the pain of being drilled through the flesh in the back, which means that everything that just happened is not a ghost hallucination, but really the red pupil is doing tricks.

Yang Jun swallowed his saliva dryly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this red pupil was a little suspicious of being open, and it could actually turn this thing that felt like a ghost illusion into reality. If Ah San hadn't appeared in time just now, I really don't know what the consequences would have been, but thinking of this, Yang Jun was puzzled again, how could Ah San know to save himself? Yang Jun suddenly remembered that it seemed that behind every predicament, Ah San's figure could be seen, could it be ???

Looking at the small black figure in front of him, Yang Jun smiled, he got up and stood beside Ah San, looked down at his comrades beside him and nodded, regardless of whether the latter could understand what he meant.

"It's just a man and a cat, two things that are inferior to beasts, and they dare to stop me."

The vice principal had already stood up, and the blood-red eyes were even more violent, and the whole eyeball was about to pop out of his body, and the lush dead man tree behind him danced with black branches and leaves and stretched out towards Yang Jun and them.

Yang Jun didn't know what to use to describe his mood at the moment, the trees had become demons this year, and the black branches and leaves were stretching very fast, Yang Jun picked up Ah San and turned around and ran. After a short time, the branch grazed Yang Jun's shoulder like a sharp sword, and the hot pain immediately hit the nerves in the brain, and when he looked at his shoulder, a two-finger-thick blood mark had appeared.

Fortunately, he just brushed the past, and thinking about the speed of this impact, if it was directly through his body, it would be like a skewer.

"Ah~~" Before Yang Jun could run out of his safe position, he screamed behind him, and when he ran just now, he completely forgot that there were two people standing behind him.

Lingling? No, the scream was a man's voice, Yang Jun turned his head to look, the vice principal's body had been pierced by a black tree trunk at some point, and the branch passed directly through the blood-red pupils on his chest, and the black liquid kept flowing down. The vice principal's face was incredulous, he really couldn't figure it out, wasn't that tree commanded by him, how could he attack him?

"How so?" The Vice Principal's body began to contract violently, as if it was really absorbing water from the body.

"Be careful" exclaimed, Yang Jun came back to his senses, a black branch stretched towards him at a very fast speed, he had no time to dodge, the breath of death was like erupting volcanic ash covering his whole body in an instant.

Yang Jun closed his eyes, because he couldn't resist anymore, he just wanted to wait quietly, death was coming, maybe this is how everyone who is about to die will feel.

However, the expected body penetration did not appear. When he opened his eyes, he saw a scene that made his heart ache, a graceful figure, wearing a long black dress, and a lovely face blocking in front of him. The black branches pierced her chest, and no blood flowed, but her face that should have been white shrank sharply, and her eyes quickly sunken in.

"You should live" This was the last sentence the girl said, her body had been completely sucked dry by the tree, Yang Jun stood in place in a daze, and his hand stretched out to touch the girl stopped stiffly in mid-air.

Yang Jun knelt on the ground, watching the lush dead man's tree slowly return to its original state, the vice principal didn't even have scum left, but he didn't care about it. Lingling is also dead, no longer a walking dead without a heartbeat, leaving only a long black dress.

"Heh~ You're so stupid." A drop of water fell on the hand that grabbed the long skirt, and his vision began to blur, and then he fell into a dark blur and saw only Ah San's silver-white eyes.

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