Yang Jun went back to the dormitory, he just went to find the class tutor, but the latter didn't mention his absenteeism at all, it seemed that he didn't come to class at all, Yang Jun simply concealed the fact that he was going to come to the teacher, and left directly after a few words of greeting.

When he returned to the dormitory where Houshan was, Yang Jun began to hesitate to go in, the vice principal who lived in the first room was obviously the one who captured him, if he went in and ran into it, it might be another fight without gunpowder, of course, Yang Jun had the greatest chance of losing.

Although Yang Jun is 178cm tall, if the original body has a ghost hand, there is also a fight, and now in addition to the same height, this unfamiliar body will not win if you fight.

But there is no way, except for this dormitory building, either go back to Jiang Yang's house outside the school, or go back to the haunted 104 dormitory in my memory. The latter two were directly vetoed by Yang Jun, first: it is not conducive to the investigation, and second: the rules of the dormitory can't trap him now, which is a little advantage. But in the eyes of others, he is trapped in this dormitory building, and if he leaves, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of the lonely old man.

Yang Jun has always been very suspicious of the so-called building manager in his heart, and he has never seen him live in this dormitory building, and every time he appears, he is mysterious, and he is holding a white candle that is not burned short.

Pushing open the door, the figure was once again swallowed by the darkness, the building has always been such a brightness, obviously there are many glass windows on the wall, and you can also see the bright sky outside from the inside, but there is no trace of sunlight in it. The building is a bit like it exists in the corners of the space, and even if it is exposed to sunlight, it will not be illuminated.

Yang Jun tiptoed upstairs, and when he passed the first room, he deliberately lightened his steps, and he put his ear on the door panel. "He~he~" There was a sound of haze in the room, Yang Junden was startled, and when he put his ears closer to listen, there was no sound inside, and the deathly silence couldn't help but make him wonder if he had heard it wrong just now.

In the entire corridor, only Yang Jun's heartbeat and breathing could be heard, mainly because he was a living person.

He tried to push the door of the vice-principal's room, but he didn't open it, and shook his head to ignore what was going on inside. Yang Jun came to the door of Lingling's room, "Knock knock!" "I knocked three times, but there was no echo inside. Yang Jun raised his hand again and was about to knock a few more times, when the door opened, and a pretty girl stood in front of him, her face pale. With long black hair falling down softly, a long black dress is a sign, who else can she be if she is not Lingling.

"You, are you alright?" Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, the hand that was stretched out in the air just stopped at the position of Lingling's chest, if he didn't stop just now, it would be a fragrant scene now.

Yang Jun swallowed his saliva dryly, and saw that Lingling was staring at him, so he had to withdraw his hand in embarrassment and smile embarrassedly.

"What can I do, it's not good." Lingling said coldly, her tone was not at all as gentle as when she first met Yang Jun, although she always called him a beast, Yang Jun felt strange when she looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in front of her.

"But you disappeared from the bottom of the stairs that day, and I was worried about you, and I was good to see that you were okay."

Lingling's eyes flashed with a different kind of brilliance, Yang Jun's worry made her thoughts complicated, looking at the boy in front of her who was not handsome, but could make people feel warm. Lingling only felt as if her heart was beating, beating fast, but her body was empty.

"Thank you for your concern, I'll go back to my room first." After speaking, he closed the door directly without waiting for Yang Jun's reaction, Lingling leaned against the door, holding a bottle tightly in her hand, the bottle was opened, and a trace of black gas was coming out of it.

She bit her lower lip tightly, something warm was flowing down her cold eyes, Lingling ran to the mirror, she couldn't see her in the mirror, but she saw a drop of water dripping from the corner of her eye. Fell to the ground and was smashed by the impact.

Lingling was stunned, a small hand was clenched tightly on her chest without a beating heart, and she couldn't figure out why she was still crying when she was a living dead. It's still so hot and humid

Yang Jun stared blankly at the closed door, and his heart, which was originally hanging, was completely relaxed, followed by a burst of sleepiness.

"Why are you so sleepy, let's get some sleep first." Yang Jun opened the door of his room, walked in and fell asleep on the bed, and fell asleep before the door was even closed.

Lingling, who was on the opposite door, opened her door, she glanced at Yang Jun's room, confirmed that Yang Jun had fallen asleep, and then came to the door of the first room in the corridor.

Before she could knock on the door, the door was pulled open from the inside, and an eye the size of a fist was suspended in the air, looking at Lingling with a fierce look.

"I've done as you tell me, and I hope you'll keep your promise." Lingling said into that eye.

"Yes, it would. But you're going to have to come along tonight for a good show, so don't be late. She said with a blink of an eye, and then drifted back into the room, Lingling glanced at the fat figure sitting at the desk with her back to her. Biting his lower lip, he secretly glanced at the place where the light was on at the end of the corridor after the door was closed, which was Yang Jun's room

Night came quickly, and although I was usually in the building where I was sleeping, day and night were the same. Tonight was a little different, the entire corridor on the second floor of the underworld was glowing with a faint green light, and the darkness of the corridor was removed in a flash, and a figure slowly walked out of the room at the end of the corridor.

His steps were slow, his hands hanging straight, and he was still swaying back and forth as he went. He lowered his head, hunched his waist, his eyes were tightly closed, but he did not hit the surrounding walls, this person was Yang Jun himself, he looked like he was sleepwalking at the moment, and his body walked forward autonomously.

He seemed to be heading towards a certain destination, and it looked like an invisible figure was pulling a rope in front of him, and one end of the rope was tied to Yang Jun's body.

It's late at night, and the campus is quiet, and there are no people walking outside. Today's years are not like Yang Junlai's 2013, as long as he goes to bed early at night, there is no night market or urban neon rendering, and he does not have to anesthetize his own bad habits in the city.

Of course, if someone sees Yang Jun at this time, he will definitely be frightened, his body is floating with a trace of black gas, the whole person is swaying and walking normally, looking at him, it seems that as long as he is not careful, he will fall to the ground, and then he will never get up again.

Walking through the school's teaching building, Yang Jun came to another hill behind the school, that is, the location where the Dead Man's Tree was located, and many figures were kneeling around the big tree at this time.

There were about twenty of them around the tree two meters away, and they all knelt facing the dead man's tree with their eyes closed, their hands behind their backs, their heads bowed. Just like the ancient times when the condemned prisoner was guillotined, the whole person did not seem to be active in the slightest, just waiting for death.

There were three people standing not far from these kneeling people, one was the vice principal, one was Yang Jun's neighbor Lingling, and the other was the kitchen worker who almost dissected Yang Jun that day. The kitchen worker was holding a machete in his hand, leaning on his shoulder, the blade of the blade shining with a cold light, and his pale face looked even more eerie in the moonlight.

Yang Jun walked straight in front of the three of them, Lingling bit her lip, and her outstretched hand was tightly grasped by the vice principal next to her, watching Yang Jun walk past her like this, kneeling on the ground like those people, and her hands were also behind her.

The vice-principal nodded to the kitchen worker next to him, who grinned and his teeth glistened coldly, and he came behind them with a machete. With a fierce glare, he swung the knife down, and the blood suddenly sprayed the kitchen worker's face like a rushing jet of water, and a round human head fell off like this, and his eyes were still tightly closed.

The kitchen worker excitedly stretched out his right hand and stabbed into the neck of the severed head, his hand probed deeper and deeper, half of his arm had already reached in, and the neck of the severed head couldn't help but turn out because of squeezing the bright red flesh, and you could see the flesh on it slowly wriggling.

"Whew!" With a sound, the kitchen worker pulled out his hand violently, and there was a beating heart on his hand, the kitchen worker was like the god of rain and snow, the whole person was red with blood, looking at the heart in his hand that did not stop beating, he didn't even frown and put the heart into an open glass bottle behind him.

The second, third, and four heads splattered up, and bright red blood flowed all over the ground, and the three or four meters around the dead man's tree were already soaked with blood, and the grass and dirt all over the ground smelled of blood.

The round head was rolling all over the ground, like a few pieces of garbage that no one wanted, and a headless corpse was still kneeling there after its heart had been removed, motionless.

In less than a moment, more than twenty people were about to be cut down, and Yang Jun was left alone. Lingling suddenly rushed forward, but before she could run two steps, she was tightly grabbed by the deputy township chief. "Stinky bitch, are you trying to betray me?" The vice-principal drank loudly, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

"I beg you, let him go"

"Smack!" Before Lingling finished speaking, she was slapped to the ground by the vice principal, and at this time, the machete had quickly slashed towards Yang Jun's neck.

"Bell~" A dagger blocked the machete, Yang Jun looked up and smiled at the kitchen worker who was stained red with blood. "The play is over, uncle, give an award."

(The dormitory computer is broken, the manuscript is not copied, and it is late to update today.) I'm sorry! ）

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