When Yang Jun opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a snow-white color, as well as air conditioning.

Air conditioning? Yang Jun sat up violently, and he looked at the layout of the room, the air conditioner, the TV and the aluminum glass door. This is completely the school's school medical office, looking to the side, sure enough, there are two people lying next to it. Looking at the familiar faces, it was Yang Tian and Lu Qingshuang, Yang Jun hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and at this time, the door opened.

An old man in his seventies stood in the doorway, looking a little sluggish, with a cane in one hand and a bandage in the other. "Wake up, young man."

Yang Jun looked at the old man who walked in stunned, and then suddenly remembered that this person was Yang Tian's grandfather, and he suddenly appeared when he had the final showdown with the vice principal.

"Grandpa Yang, are you okay. How long have we been in a coma? ”

"Soon, one night, in fact, was a good night's sleep." The old man walked to the chair in the ward on crutches and sat down, his expression was very serious, but there was not the slightest trace of worry.

One night? Yang Jun couldn't believe it, he went back to 50 years ago for more than one night, how could he be in a coma for one night.

"So, what about the headmaster, is he dead?"

Yang Jun vaguely remembered that when he finally closed his eyes, he saw Yang Tian standing beside him, as if he had returned to the present in 2013 after the principal's body was sucked dry by the dead man's tree.

"Actually, I'm also very strange, it stands to reason that we should die, but somehow, the second child's body suddenly began to dissipate. In the end, a few of you passed out, and he was also retribution for harming so many people. ”

Regarding the death of the principal, Yang Jun knew better than anyone else in his heart, but what he was thinking of now was something even more terrifying, his soul was actually shuttling freely between these 50 rooms, and it felt like someone was behind it. Otherwise, it would not have happened so many things, all of them were such coincidences. It seems that as long as that person likes it, he can create countless stories, and the process and ending are arranged at will, and Yang Jun is just a pawn in a drama, if the other party wants to die by himself one day, it will be death.

Thinking about Yang Jun, he felt terrifying, this person was so terrifying, he hadn't even seen what he looked like, but he could control everyone's life trajectory at will.

Even this ghost hand was given by that man! Yang Jun's left hand had been wrapped in a bandage that obscured his black arm, probably because the doctor thought his hand was injured. He didn't reach out to tear it down, and it was scary to have such a hand in school.

"By the way, Grandpa Yang, is it just the three of us? Is there a cool guy? Yang Jun suddenly remembered that Duan Hou could not be found in the ward, and it stands to reason that several of them had come back to life, so Duan Hou should have already returned.

The old man frowned, it seemed that he was searching for the person Yang Jun said in his mind, and after staying for a long time, he looked up and said to Yang Jun: "I really want to have one, but it's just a corpse." ”

Yang Jun was suddenly like a thunderbolt, and his body froze directly. Corpse, what a blow the word was to him, which meant that he had not been able to save this deceased partner even if he had returned to 50 years ago. Just like his left hand, it is clear that his fate has been changed, but some things that have been determined have not been reversed.

Clenched his fists, leaving only a trace of anger in his heart, the person who hid behind his back and controlled him would definitely make him die a good death.

The old man looked at the boy in front of him a little stunned, an indescribable killing intent actually came out of this boy who was still in college, he was a little worried in his heart, if the person in front of him failed to control his mind, then he would become a bloodthirsty devil.

The old man's eyes turned to look at Yang Jun's bandaged left hand, he had already observed Yang Jun's left hand, the whole arm was ghostly, and it seemed that he could faintly hear the sound of a ghost howling on it, which was soul-stirring.

"By the way, you held this thing tightly in your hand before you fell unconscious, and since you woke up, then I'll give it back to you." Saying that, the old man took out a plastic bag from behind his back, handed the bag to Yang Jun, he glanced at Yang Tian on the hospital bed again, and then walked out, and sighed obviously when he passed by Yang Jun's side

The death of the principal is a big or small thing in a university, and if it is not handled well, it will affect the reputation of the whole school, or simply stop the continued operation of the school.

But the strange thing is that in Jiushan College, it seems that the news has been deliberately suppressed, not only has it not been heard among the students, but even the teachers and school leaders of the school are doing their usual things normally. It was as if the principal's death had never happened at all, or that it was just a normal thing.

Obviously, the former may have more surnames, and if it is said that the one who can suppress such news is probably Ling Xueyan's family, and the reason why she knows it. It was because of an announcement that Yang Jun saw on the bulletin board that the principal of Jiushan Academy had been transferred, and the new principal was a person named Ling Xiong, who was quite domineering in his name.

The new principal Ling Xiong is also known by hearsay in the school, it is the father of the student union president, that is, Ling Xueyan's father, which explains why there is no news about the death of the previous principal. Probably because of the reason of the first world, I am afraid of causing a lot of changes, after all, in this era of advanced science and technology, superstition is the most important thing.

At this time, Yang Jun was wearing black clothes, and he never removed the bandage on his left hand, and he didn't feel anything tied to it anyway, the most important thing was that it was quite cool. He thinks so, Yang Tian and Lu Qingshuang are also dressed in black, Lu Qingshuang's expression is sluggish, and the whole person doesn't look a little energetic, and has a feeling of a sick beauty.

Looking at Lu Qingshuang's appearance, Yang Jun could only shake his head helplessly, he really didn't know what words to use to comfort.

"Let's go!"

Out of the ward, as soon as Yang Jun raised his eyes, he saw a familiar tall figure, and a feeling that he hadn't seen for a long time rose in his heart. Dressed in a black dress, holding white roses in both hands, and having long black hair tied up in a ponytail with a purple headband, the beautiful appearance attracted the attention of many people in the corridor.

The person who came was none other than the student council president, Ling Xueyan.

"What are you?" Yang Jun was a little puzzled, Ling Xueyan would be dressed like this.

"I'm going to the funeral with you." Ling Xueyan still looked indifferent, but when she saw Yang Jun, her eyes were a little unnatural, but she covered them up well, so she didn't attract the attention of others.

"Let's go together, then."

A few people had just walked on their front feet, and in the ward where they had stayed, a blue-black wind swirled around the room. After a while, he turned into a figure wrapped in a black robe. The man only had one eye on his forehead, but the two sides of the original eye were flat skin, and a blood-red mouth still kept on it.

"Hey, hey, hey" The black shadow seemed to be catharsis about his appearance, leaving a string of laughter in Yang Jun's hospital room and disappearing again

Duan Hou's funeral was very peaceful, there was no fanfare that the countryside should have, and there was no sound of crying and shouting, everything seemed to be going on silently in an orderly manner. During this period, Yang Jun saw that Lu Qingshuang couldn't stop wiping her tears, looking at the familiar figure lying in front of her, Yang Jun's eyes were also moist.

The funeral was held at Duan Hou's house, and it was Duan Hou's mother who received several of them, Yang Jun saw strength from this middle-aged woman, but the sadness locked between her eyebrows and her slightly tired figure deeply touched Yang Jun. Probably born in a family that originally regarded life as going away at any time, such a thing may be more acceptable than ordinary people.

"Your name is Yang Jun?" When the funeral was about to end, Duan Hou's mother came over and asked.

"Yes, Auntie. I am Yang Jun. ”

Duan Hou's mother glanced at Yang Jun's bandaged left hand, and took out a bead worn by a black rope from her arms, which was a necklace. The beads are also black throughout, but they are very transparent, and they look a bit like jade but not jade. Yang Jun didn't know what Duan Hou's mother took out such a necklace for.

"Auntie, what are you?"

"Take this, you will use it, in fact, this is also what my child left for you."

Yang Jun looked at the black beads that he took over carefully, and there was a black shadow in the center, which looked a bit like a cat and a bit like a human shape. The color of the beads was very similar to a marble weapon that Duan Hou often used, but it was impossible for Duan Hou to leave a marble for himself, so he did not refuse to directly replace the broken spirit mirror on his chest.

Lu Qingshuang was burning Duan Hou's relics in a large oil barrel, including some things that Duan Hou often used, and Yang Jun saw out of the corner of his eyes that Lu Qingshuang seemed to have secretly put away something and did not throw it into the fire.

Yang Jun didn't try to pierce this small action that no one noticed, he knew that it was just Lu Qingshuang's desire to leave a little concern for Duan Hou. He walked up to Lu Qingshuang, took out a long black dress from a plastic bag, and threw it at the fire.

This is what Yang Tian's grandfather gave him that day, Yang Jun didn't expect that he would bring back the skirt left by Lingling, but he had a lot of guilt about this girl, so many things were planned to be put directly in his heart, rather than on the material. In fact, there are many lives on his back, and sometimes he wants to directly use his life as compensation, but unfortunately, fate tortures people.

"Jun, what are you?" Lu Qingshuang looked at the long black dress that was engulfed in fire in a daze.

"It's a memory."

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