"An Zhi treats her so infatuated, crazy like crazy." The girl next to her weighed her chin with both hands, looked at the stage with her eyes, and showed an obsessive look, "If An Zhi is mine, then how good it would be, but it's a pity that he is just a character in the play." ”

Sang Li looked at the girl ghost with the soul next to her, the face of the demented ghost was what she looked like when she was alive, she looked at her teenage years, but she didn't expect to die in her teens, and then she became a ghost in the Nine Ghost Tower.

"Did you say?" The idiot suddenly turned to look at her, a smile on his face.

If you ignore that she is actually a 10,000-year-old ghost, the girl still looks good when she laughs.

"yes." Sang Li nodded, although he didn't feel anything, but as long as he agreed with the other party, it would be fine.

"An Zhi finally got what he wanted and got Xin Niang." The girl ghost spoiler, obviously watched it hundreds of times.

"Hmm." Sang Li responded.

"Why do you say Anzhi Xinniang?" The girl's ghostly eyes obsessively appeared on the stage of the little student, "Because Xin Niang is his bosom friend." ”

Sang Li didn't respond, so the girl turned her head to look at her and repeated, "Did you say that?" ”

"Yes." Sang Li said good-naturedly.

When the girl heard her response, she continued to drag her chin and look at the stage, and her eyes continued to be obsessed.

"An Zhi will be very happy in the end, very happy."

"Hmm."

"An Zhi really looks good."

"Hmm."

"Yasuyuki is the gentlest person I've ever met."

"Hmm."

"I like Anyuki, I'm crazy about him."

"Hmm."

"Peace, peace, peace......"

………

Sang Li listened to the female ghost's mouth An Zhidu was about to come out of the cocoon.

If she doesn't reply, the female ghost will ask her again.

She had no choice but to say yes.

Until a drama ends, and the surrounding mirror image is shattered.

The picture in front of Sang Li's eyes changed.

The sixth layer is to accompany a to watch a play.

The ground shook, and she rose again.

Seventh layer: inferiority complex.

Sang Li didn't know what to think, oh, why there was such a ghost, she didn't know, the ghost knew what she thought at the time.

The strength of the ghosts on each floor gradually increased from the first to the eighth floor, and each layer was more powerful than the ghosts on the first floor, but when they came in, it was an accident, and they gradually became stronger in the tower.

After all, the Nine Ghost Pagoda was extremely yin, and before the Nine Ghosts came in, many monks and people had already been trapped here.

The Nine Ghost Towers came and went without a trace, I don't know when it will appear, I don't know when I will leave, and the people who come in are also uncertain.

The inferiority ghost, this is the story of the inferiority ghost.

As soon as Sang Li went up to the seventh floor, the picture changed instantly.

"It's ugly, you leave, leave, we don't want to play with you." Several children pushed down a little boy and left laughing.

The little boy had a large scar on his face, covering half of his face.

"Why don't you play with me?" The little boy got up and tried to follow.

"You're ugly and ugly, so we don't want to play with you." When the children saw the boy chasing after him, they picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at him, "Don't come, don't come, ugly, ugly, ugly!" ”

Sang Li was stunned, she was in the shape of a soul body, although it was someone else's memory, but she really couldn't stand it.

She subconsciously stood in front of the boy, but the stone passed directly through her body and landed on the boy behind her.

Sang Li twisted his eyebrows.

"Ahh The boy was hit on the forehead, and a lot of blood flowed out in an instant, and he clutched his forehead and whimpered, and then began to cry.

The other children left.

Sangli sighed and turned to look at the boy on the ground.

How did the male protagonist pass this trial at that time? She remembered that it was because the male protagonist played a game of throwing sandbags with the boy.

Two sandbags.

Throw punching bags at each other, and if they hit each other, the one who is hit loses.

And the sandbag is not used up.

Well, well, this sandbag is not an ordinary sandbag.

Sangli was waiting for the boy to start the game with her.

But no.

The boy cried a little, and became more and more inferior.

Half of his face had left indelible marks because of the fire, and Sang Li looked at this world, a world without aura.

It's not a world of aura, after all, it's been almost 10,000 years since the other party became a ghost.

Sang Li suddenly felt that his three thousand years seemed insignificant.

Kuguri, like a ghost, followed the boy's side.

The boy's memory picture is not perfect, because the next second.

The boy became a teenager, and the boy grew long hair and covered the other half of his face with black hair.

The boy lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and his eyes flickered without looking at people.

The whole person looks melancholy and inferior.

Teenagers go to school, have no friends, and are often bullied.

Some people joked about his appearance, and the young man was inferior and sad.

On a spring day, when the young man wanted to die, he picked up a stone, sat on the edge of the cliff, and kept scratching his wrist with the stone.

Sang Li twisted her eyebrows, she had tried to communicate with the inferiority complex.

"Can you hear me?"

"Don't hurt yourself."

"There is no need to circulate sad memories in the tower every day."

"They make you unhappy, you don't have to be unhappy, you are unhappy but make them happy."

"No one to play games with you? I can play with you now. ”

The last sentence is Sang Li's purpose, hurry up and play the game, let her out.

But the young man, as if he had not heard, let his blood flow without stopping.

Sang Li grabbed the young man's wrist, but she couldn't, and she wanted to get his attention and ask him to play a game with her quickly.

After a while, the young man died.

The picture has changed again.

“…… Ugly monsters, ugly monsters, more monsters! ”

The mulberry chestnut is wooden, and it is a familiar picture again.

The inferiority complex ghost at this level is also quite pitiful, after all, he is only a teenager, and he has become a juvenile ghost.

These pictures are intermittent and incoherent, but each picture shows him being bullied and his loneliness and inferiority.

The inferiority complex seems to be immersed in his own world, constantly circulating his own memories.

She's in the loop again......

The male protagonist played a game with an inferiority complex so easily.,It's become difficult to get to her.。

Sangli: ......

She has come to realize that she doesn't have the aura of a protagonist anymore.

Cliff side.

The wiper vine is in full bloom and hangs on the tree, luxuriant and beautiful.

A young man cut his wrist on the edge of a cliff.

Well, back to this scene.

Sang Li sat cross-legged, looking at the young man opposite.

Half of his face was covered by black hair, and the face on the other side was so white that he didn't look like a person, but he was also good-looking, if he wasn't disfigured, he was also a pretty young master.

"What's so good about dying, so painful." Sang Li muttered, "If you want to die, you have to choose a comfortable way to die." ”

"In life, live happily and don't care about other people's eyes."

"If only everybody didn't like you, you liked yourself."

"Why do you cycle the pain every day like a masochist, and you have become a ghost, and you still don't let go of yourself."

……

One of the young man's eyes rolled as he glanced at Mulberry.

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