He cowered in a corner, listening to the sound of the flying head crashing against the bookshelf not far away, trying to hold his breath and not make a noise for himself.

After a few minutes like this, he finally couldn't help but want to see where the head was, and the atmosphere now made him almost crazy.

Sticking his head out a little bit, he couldn't see the head strangely, he turned back suspiciously, and at the moment he turned over, he saw the head floating quietly in front of him, peaceful, calm but creepy.

"Oh!" He snorted and crawled backwards with his hands and feet.

"Hehe......" The administrator sneered grimly, and followed him unhurriedly, keeping that little distance, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull away.

He gasped, his heart seemed to be about to jump out, what bullshit advanced etiquette was all forgotten at the moment, and he only cared about escaping, even if he was a wolf, as long as he lived.

I don't know how long he escaped, his body gradually became weaker, the distance between the two was instantly pulled in, the hideous expression on the head was under his eyes, and the rows of barbs on the crimson tongue flashed with black light, and it was estimated that if he licked someone, he could roll off a piece of skin and flesh at once.

He has been living a semi-isolated life, but he still knows the situation around him, Yuan Weisong's death is only a head, and the flesh on his body is gone, is it that he was devoured by this method?

If so, how much pain it would take, he thought about it a little, and he broke out in a cold sweat, and a thought was born in an instant, even if he died, don't watch her swallow herself.

At this time, he happened to flee to the window. His heart was horizontal and he jumped down.

"Ahh The moment he landed, he woke up and it turned out to be a dream. It is said that dreams are people's subconscious, and it is difficult that they still hope that the administrator will die, and it seems that they are still not exempt from vulgarity, and they still can't let go of these grievances.

Carefully wipe your own saliva on the cover, I can't help but want to laugh, I got drunk before I even drank.

When he opened the book again, he was really startled by the sudden appearance of a human face. How could there be such a design? Just complained. Suddenly, he was stunned, why was that face so familiar, and he couldn't help but look at it carefully.

Syllable! He threw away the book, the face of the first page of the book...... It's his own!

Rushing...... The book rolled up automatically. His tense nerves tightened again. Because every one of the books is a face. His face!

Bang...... There was a loud bang on the window pane, and he instantly thought of the scene in his dream.

He looked with difficulty, and there were no hanging corpses. But there was nothing, the sound seemed to appear out of thin air, but it was so loud, how could there be no reason.

He stood up, and at the same time, the sound of flipping books sounded behind him...... He immediately froze in place, he clearly remembered that the caretaker had been locked when he left, could it be that it had been two hours of sleep, and the library had opened again in the afternoon?

They turned around quickly, quickly and without warning, it stands to reason that even if there were people, at such a speed, they would be discovered, but they were empty behind them, and not even the books on the shelves were picked up, neatly and neatly.

He couldn't help but wonder if he was nervous, and the claustrophobic space would make people hallucinate.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, perhaps because the dream had made him uneasy.

He sat down, ignoring the noise. I opened the book again, and sure enough, it was an illusion, and there were only some words on the book, and there was no face at all.

It was only a few minutes of silence, and suddenly, he seemed to be stung by something in his waist, and there was a sharp pain. Before he could look any further, the pain spread all the way upwards, reaching his chest very quickly. And he soon saw the incredible scene, a long tongue that appeared out of thin air, rows of barbs like the kind he saw in a dream, flashing with a strange black light, stained with countless bright red flesh foam, it was his!

He gasped and jumped to his feet, his abdomen suddenly spurting out a burst of blood like a faucet. He hurriedly pressed his hand against the wound, but it was too big, and the blood was still spraying.

He shuddered away from the long tongue, which had no intention of chasing him, but for no reason he felt that it seemed to be scorning him and laughing at him.

He stepped out of a row of bookshelves, the pain of the wound almost making him faint, and he gritted his teeth and told himself not to pass out.

He covered his wound with one hand and walked with the other on the bookshelf.

Suddenly, the feeling of being stared at by countless pairs of eyes made him dare not take another step.

He was scared, and he turned hysterically, proving that there was no one in front of him, left and right, or even up and down, but that feeling was so substantial that he couldn't put it aside.

The massive loss of blood made him unable to stand on his feet anymore and had to lean against the bookshelf. And it was then that he realized who was staring at him.

There weren't a single book on the bookshelf opposite, replaced by horrible heads, their same long tongues sticking out and covered in barbs. Behind him must have been the heads, too, as he felt countless tongues trying to tear away his clothes, the cold, sharp thorns that already made him feel the threat of death.

Is this how Yuan Weisong died? But why did this ghost look for them, students from the orphanage, his cleverness made him think of the ghost's relationship with them for the first time.

Did they do it? Because of the particularity of his identity, he only knew that his routine was normal, and he had no time to do bad things. He racked his brains and couldn't think of what he had done to provoke this ghost.

At this time, the wound expanded, and he had completely lost the best opportunity to escape. The threat of death made him go berserk, grabbing the nearest tongue and pinching it with all his strength.

"Ah...... Ah......" The tongue let out a creepy scream, which irritated his eardrums, and suddenly he thought of what some of his people had done.

There was a sudden look on his face, and after a while, he said repentantly: "I'm sorry! ”

The tongue he was holding slipped out at once, and standing across from him, he laughed desperately, thinking that he had once looked at a life coldly as a kind of killer, and it was clear that he would come to retribution so soon.

"Come on, end my life as I did to you." He whispered, no pleading, because he had cruelly strangled the other party in this way, ignoring the other party's pleadings and pitiful chirps, so he didn't think it would let him go at all.

Pieces of flesh were licked off, and he saw his torso bones, which he probably would never have seen.

The pain made him scream, echoing through the library, mingling with the hiss of that tongue until he was left with a head...... (To be continued......)