Xun's grades have dropped recently, and it's dropped dramatically.

This is unacceptable.

He could only study harder.

Listen carefully in class, and he will take notes when the teacher says a sentence.

During the recess, I quickly sorted out the notes in class.

The three meals were also eaten at the speed of light in the cafeteria, and then rushed back to the classroom for self-study.

I wake up early during the day and sleep late at night.

I don't want to rest, or I don't dare to rest.

He just thinks that if he rests, his grades will drop, and he will fall behind.

In addition to resting, Xun also tries his best to avoid meaningless socializing.

He doesn't talk much to other classmates and concentrates on studying.

But interruptions will still come to the door.

There is a girl in the class who will always come to find something to say, intentionally or unintentionally, and she is afraid that she will disturb her study, so she will respond a few words out of politeness at first, and then she will be bored, so she simply ignores her.

She gradually felt bored and stopped bothering her.

That's exactly what we wanted.

I don't know how long this life has passed, and Xun feels like he is a little sleep-deprived, and his spirit is sometimes in a trance.

I tried to get myself a little more sleep, but it seemed like it was just a drop in the bucket.

He only felt that his spirit was getting worse and worse, and his hallucinations were appearing more and more frequently.

He often felt like someone was talking to him or tapping him on the shoulder in the back, but when he looked back, there was nothing behind him.

One of his worst hallucinations was one night when he returned to his dormitory to continue his self-study.

When he took out the textbook from his school bag, he only felt a cold hand, and he was instantly stunned.

I saw that my hands were full of bright red liquid, and when I put it on my nose and smelled it, it was blood.

Looking at the textbook again, the whole book was also full of blood and wet.

Where did the blood come from?

Xun hurriedly looked around, and finally his gaze stayed on his school bag.

Only then did he realize that his schoolbag seemed to have changed sometime.

He remembered very well that his schoolbag should be a brown cowhide schoolbag.

But that's not the case with this bag now.

The bag was a light color, covered in rough stitches, and a little blood oozing out of the needle's hole.

Xun looked at his schoolbag carefully, the light-colored texture was full of special lines, and there were special folds on it.

When you touch your hand on the bag, you can feel a layer of sparse hair on the surface of the bag.

The sensations brought by a school bag are so similar to human skin.

Looking at the schoolbag that was still oozing blood, Xun was a little scared, and immediately threw the schoolbag into the trash can downstairs in the dormitory.

That night, Xun lay in bed and prepared to fall asleep.

"Squeak-"

The door to the dormitory slowly opened.

I thought it was my roommate coming back, and I didn't care.

In the next second, Xun only felt that something was holding him down.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw his school bag, which was now standing on top of him.

Unlike before, a hideous human face grew on the bag.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't scream, I wanted to move, but my whole body couldn't move at all as if I was locked.

He could only watch as the bag was pressed directly against his face.

The two eyeballs of the schoolbag gradually filled with red, and then the plasma-like liquid overflowed, all flowing on Xun's face.

Xun couldn't see it all of a sudden, and could only smell the smell of blood.

He sat up from the bed at once, and it was already morning, and he realized that it was a dream.

Xun breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he turned his head to get out of bed, he saw a scene that made him cold.

The man's leather bag reappeared on his desk.

Who got it back?

Or did it come back on its own?

In a panic, he picked up his schoolbag, ran directly to the teaching building, and threw the schoolbag in the large garbage bin of the teaching building.

Feeling scared, Xun couldn't care about the dirt at this time, so he turned up the garbage in the big garbage bin and covered it on the human skin schoolbag to prevent the human skin schoolbag from being taken back again.

When Xun returned to the dormitory at noon, the human leather schoolbag appeared on Xun's desk again.

There are also dirty marks on the human leather schoolbag, which proves that Xun has indeed thrown it into the trash.

Hunt is almost crazy.

He went straight to the store and bought a lot of big bags, stuffed the human skin bag into it, then stuffed the bag with stones, and then put many layers of bags on the outside, layer after layer, and each bag was fastened by him.

In the end, he walked through most of the campus and threw the large bag containing the human skin schoolbag in the garbage heap in front of the boiler room.

Soon this leather schoolbag will go into the boiler along with the garbage and be burned, and it will probably not come back at that time.

Thinking so, I continued to go to the school building for classes.

The mental state of the search for peace of mind has improved a lot, and the class has become more serious.

Xun also secretly made a decision, if he returned to the dormitory and saw the human leather schoolbag, he would buy a pair of scissors to cut the human leather schoolbag directly.

When he returned to the dormitory in the evening, he didn't see the human leather schoolbag again.

The stone in my heart was completely put down. I slept peacefully that night.

However, Xun still felt the familiar feeling of pressure in his sleep.

Xun opened his sleepy eyes and saw the human leather schoolbag standing on his body again.

The faces on the bag are even more hideous.

It opened its mouth, and behind its fangs were all sorts of slimy blood.

After struggling desperately, he finally tumbled out of bed and fell heavily on the floor.

The schoolbag jumped straight after it.

In a panic, Xun tried hard to get up, but he couldn't get up, so he could only move his body desperately out of the dormitory.

The bag followed behind, getting closer and closer, and it seemed to get bigger and bigger......

Xun moved to the corridor and wanted to shout for help, but his voice was already hoarse, and he couldn't shout at all.

This time, the bag was significantly larger, taking up almost half of the hallway.

The bag opened its mouth wide again, and even tore off a few thick threads sewn at the corners of its mouth.

Its mouth was big enough to swallow in one gulp.

Xun also saw the contents of the schoolbag's mouth clearly.

In addition to a large amount of blood stains inside, Xun also saw half a mutilated human head inside, and there was also sparse long hair on the human head.

This schoolbag is a cannibalistic ......

You are the next target.

Xun's brain went blank.

At this time, a long tongue stretched out of the mouth of the schoolbag, and a white ball lay on the tip of the tongue.

Xun immediately saw that it was an eyeball.

"Eat it." The bag made a hoarse male voice.

Xun desperately retreated.

"Help...... Xun shouted desperately, but the voice he made was quieter than normal speech.

The tongue of the schoolbag was stuffed into Xun's mouth when he was screaming for help, and he was carrying the eyeball.

Xun directly gritted his teeth hard, but when his teeth were bitten on the tongue of the human leather schoolbag, he only felt a burst of softness, and he kept biting it.

Xun hurriedly tried to break free, but a human hand stretched out from the side of the schoolbag and grabbed Xun's neck.

You can't move it.

"Swallow it." The bag made a cold hoarse male voice.

Then the tongue continued to drill into Xun's throat, and he reflexively swallowed.

To Xun's surprise, it should be difficult to swallow such a large eyeball, but he didn't feel difficult at all, as if he had just swallowed a small pill.

Jianxun swallowed the thing, and the schoolbag also retracted his tongue.

"Answer me, who are you?" The bag asked.

"I, my name is Xun Shi Huang ......" Xun replied truthfully.

"Fart! It's not a search, it's a bear! And Xiong Shi Huang is not your name at all, it's mine! Wake up, you! The bag scolded, then reached out and slapped Xun.

"Huh?" Looking for a trance.

"Also, you try to throw Lao Tzu in the trash again! Still tm rubbish on me? ”

The bag roared.