It was night, and after a day of hustle and bustle, Jiushan University finally became quiet at this moment. The breeze is like a cool breeze for a hot summer day.

However, at this moment, there was a dark shadow walking slowly in the direction of the back mountain, and his scalp was numb from the passing breeze, and he was trembling looking around. He was holding a nine-inch square package in his hand, and when he looked at the spot and saw that there was no one around, he walked back to the back hill, he walked very slowly, as if he was very reluctant but had to go.

When he came to the back mountain, his hair was already standing on end, and it was dim all around, only a little light brought by the moonlight, which allowed him to see the road in front of him, and the surrounding plants seemed to be black without color, and the black shadows with weak hands and feet stared at a big banyan tree thirty meters away. 'Whew~', the wind disrupted his steps, and the big banyan tree in the distance was like a big mouth of a black hole, waiting for his arrival.

The black shadow couldn't stand anymore, and knelt on the ground with a "plop", the package in his hand fell, and the things inside were scattered all over the ground, it was the black shadow of the ingot candle incense kneeling on the ground and kowtowing towards the tree, and the ground was knocked by him. "Wang Jian, I'm sorry, if it weren't for the story I told you, you wouldn't have me out of kindness, you must not hold a grudge against me, I'll cook something for you."

Saying that, the black shadow picked up the candle incense scattered on the ground and lit it, the candlelight quickly illuminated the space around a few meters, and from time to time some shaking candles distorted the shadow printed on the ground, and the black shadow also shivered from time to time.

After everything was done, when the black shadow turned his gaze to the big banyan tree again, he was frightened, he saw that there was a beautiful body hanging above the tree, he couldn't see whether it was a man or a woman, the body was just dangling there, as if there were a pair of eyes looking straight at him.

"Ah~" The black shadow fell to the ground after a while, and he wanted to retreat back with his hands on the ground, but the wind suddenly hit again, the candle was blown out, and the surroundings returned to darkness again. The black shadow couldn't hold back any longer, struggled to get up and ran, stumbled all the way out of the back hill, and then ran back to the dormitory building in a gray way.

The body hung on the tree, its eyes wide open, its tongue stretched so long that it could fall out of it at any moment, and its hands hung straight down from its trousers

The next day, when Yang Jun was carrying his schoolbag, while nibbling on the meat sandwich bun from the canteen, he was telling Duan Hou the stories that Uncle Zhao had told him on night patrol.

The two planned to go to Uncle Zhao's office again, but when they came to Uncle Zhao's office, there were many people who were busy going in and out, including the police. The two looked at each other suspiciously, and Yang Jun threw down the only remaining meat bun in his hand and ran outside Uncle Zhao's office, where a policeman stopped the two.

"Uncle policeman, what's the matter?" Yang Jun asked boldly.

"Oh, there is an old man who patrols the night, he hanged himself on the back mountain last night, do you two have anything to look for him?" The policeman politely answered Yang Jun's question, and then asked in an inquiring tone.

"Ah~ self-suicide? No, it's nothing, it's just that when you see so many people here, come and see if something is wrong. ”

"Uncle policeman, it's okay, let's go first, it's time for class."

Both of them saw the solemnity in each other's eyes, Uncle Zhao, who was patrolling the night, hanged himself, how could a person who was talking to Yang Jun yesterday commit suicide overnight for no reason. "How? What's the idea? ”

Yang Jun looked at Duan Hou as soon as he saw him, thinking that he wanted to rely on his analytical ability to see if there were any flaws: "No, but isn't that tree dead on the first day of school every year?" Why did it happen again after just a few days of leaving school, it seems that we don't have so much time to waste, so we have to find a way to do it quickly. ”

Duan Hou nodded and said to Yang Jun, "Yang Jun, let's go meet that tree at noon." By the way, I'll try to bring out the spirit of the old man who watches the night, and see if I can ask him how the tree hurts. ”

"Okay, see you at noon." With that, Yang Jun turned around and walked towards his classroom, and when he was about to go upstairs, there was a person standing in the corner of the stairs on the first floor, facing Yang Jun. It looks a bit like Uncle Zhao who is patrolling the night, Yang Jun glanced at it a few times suspiciously, it is indeed Uncle Zhao, isn't he dead?

Yang Jun felt that something was not quite right, he rubbed his eyes and went down the stairs to the corner, Uncle Zhao disappeared from the empty corner of the stairs, and it didn't look like someone had stood there at all.

Yang Jun looked around suspiciously, but he didn't see Uncle Zhao again. He walked into the dark place at the corner of the stairs again, and came to the position where Uncle Zhao had just stood, there was a lump under his feet, and a hard object was stepped on under his feet, Yang Jun touched it, and a cold feeling came from the palm of his hand, and he could feel that it was a stone.

Walking out of the corner of the corridor, the bright light finally made Yang Jun see clearly, this is a pitch-black pebble, the size is just like a baby's fist, and a blood-red word on the smooth stone surface is particularly dazzling-hate!

A hateful word stimulated Yang Jun's heartbeat, and his breathing suddenly tightened, and the surroundings seemed to be so quiet, and he could only vaguely hear his own pounding heartbeat.

Putting away the stone, Yang Jun didn't know how he got back to the classroom, he only knew that he didn't have the heart to listen to the teacher's speech in the classroom one morning, and he held the black pebble tightly in his hand. This may be the message left by Uncle Zhao, but what does the word hate on it mean, who do you hate? And who hates?

Time passed quietly, just during the recess before the last class, Yang Jun glanced out of the window out of the corner of his eyes, and the location of the downstairs playground just allowed him to see a boy hiding behind the shade of a tree, the boy was bowing in a certain direction with his hands folded. Following the direction of his worship, it happened to be the location of the dead man's tree in the back mountain, Yang Jun stood up and flew out of the classroom and went straight to the downstairs field, the boy he seemed to know, it was clearly the boy who had slipped away last time he saw in the back mountain.

He worshipped the tree there, did he know something too? Thinking like this, Yang Jun did not hesitate for a minute, and went downstairs quickly, and when he came to the camp, the boy was still hiding behind the tree, but at this time he was already sitting on the floor against the trunk of the tree, but his face was still facing the direction of the mountain behind the school.

"Do you know the Dead Man's Tree?"

The sudden sound startled the boy, and he turned his head sharply to see a man standing behind him, only a few steps away from him.

"Who are you? How do you know about that tree? The boy stood up with some hesitation, and his tone of voice was a little blocked.

Yang Jun smiled and said, "My name is Yang Jun, I am a senior in the first year of your senior, and I am the president of the Supernatural Research Association. I saw you in the back mountain when school started, and you walked away in a hurry, I think you should know something, can you tell me about it? ”

The boy's expression became vigilant, he didn't know Yang Jun, and he had no impression of the last meeting Yang Jun said. "I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know what Dead Man's Tree is. You're looking for the wrong person, it's class, it's time for me to go. ”

The boy's expression began to panic, and his eyes did not dare to meet Yang Jun, but walked away by himself.

"Have you forgotten Wang Jian?" The boy stopped, his body trembling uncontrollably, turned to face the back mountain, and two lines of tears fell.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I said, I'm just your senior, can you say it now?" Yang Jun approached the boy step by step, and he could see panic and uneasiness in his tearful eyes.

"I don't know, I'm sorry." The boy took two steps back slightly, and then threw it away, but Yang Jun couldn't stop him.

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After school, when many students hurriedly walked to the school canteen, Yang Jun quietly came to the back mountain, Duan Hou was already waiting for him there, Duan Hou was carrying a black backpack, which looked a little heavy, it should have been loaded with a lot of guys.

The two didn't speak, but silently walked into the back hill of the school. Today's weather is exceptionally clear, the sun is high, and the sun at noon is a little hot, and the two of them are also preparing to challenge the authority of the dead man's tree because of the weather during the day today.

When Yang Jun and Duan Hou came to the tree less than ten meters down, they froze, there was a person standing in front of them, Yang Jun recognized that it was not the boy he was looking for just now, how could he be standing here, and it was directly below the tree, Yang Jun, who just wanted to go forward, suddenly found that his feet could not move.

He glanced at Duan Hou next to him in horror, he was also struggling at the moment, it seemed that he was the same as himself, his body was locked, fear was written on their faces, this daylight at noon, this resentment could actually make them unable to move.

"What are you doing? Run~" Yang Jun roared.

The boy slowly turned his head, his face was as white as wall ash, and he was grinning in disbelief, the cheeks on both sides of his mouth slowly cracked, but there was no blood flowing out of it, only a black liquid slowly dripping to the ground. Then he slowly twisted his head again, as slowly as if his neck was a puppet's joint.

"Hey!" Yang Jun was still howling the side, and his voice was a little hoarse. "It's useless, he's already in the illusion, you have to hurry up, it seems that this broken tree is going to give us a dismount." Duan Hou struggled to frighten his schoolbag, and his movements were very slow, very slow.

Duan Hou took out a few pieces of purple-black rune paper, and he could vaguely see the silver-white spell pattern on it, and then he struggled to put the rune paper in four directions in the air, and at this time, the boy had already climbed to the trunk of the tree, and his neck was slowly putting into the roots of the banyan tree.

"Duan Hou, hurry up!"

Duan Hou gritted his teeth, and with difficulty crushed something in the middle of the four rune papers, and the sound of "poof" sounded one after another, and four purple-black fireworks were arranged in mid-air in a diamond-shaped formation, and he pushed forward with all his might, and the purple-black flames flew out.

When Duan Hou completed this series of movements, the boy's feet were already hanging in the air, his neck was hanging in the roots of the banyan tree, his body was swaying a little and he was struggling, but his two hands were stuck to the trouser tube as if they were being held down, and the green tendons on his hands were a little fluffy. "Go~" Duan Hou also shouted nervously, usually he used this four-elephant formation easily, but now it took a long time to barely complete this formation.

But when the flames of the Four Elephant Formation came into contact with the boy, a moment of effort passed through his body, without stopping at all, and then seeing that the boy had stopped shaking his body, just hanging there quietly.

The Four Elephants Exorcism Array failed, failing to stop the ghost barrier in the boy's body at a critical moment.

He's dead! His eyes were wide open, his tongue was long, and his hands were quietly pressed to his trousers, and the occasional shaking of the treetops would drive his body to sway.

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