Fan Xiaoshi panicked, but she didn't take two steps before she noticed that what stood in front of her was a crucified chapel.

Yangcang Church is not big, it does not have that kind of majestic big spire, it is more like a house with a triangular roof painted by a child.

Even so, it was blocked in front of Fan Xiaoshi, and there was a road in between, which made Fan Xiaoshi feel a great sense of oppression. This feeling of oppression carries with it an uncomfortable aura.

Fan Xiaoshi stopped and turned her head to look.

The road is crossed in front of you, with a fence on your left and a vegetable market on your right.

Fan Xiaoshi didn't bother to take a closer look at the situation on both sides, and rushed to the vegetable market.

There is no strictly a back door in the wet market, and the entrance and exit are just a small lane between two rows of stalls.

Fan Xiaoshi saw the man who was killing fish. The man was clutching a dead fish with its head chopped off in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, and blood was dripping from his apron and under his feet.

Fan Xiaoshi only glanced at it, and then ran to the other side in fright.

There is a huge vegetable market, and there are too many paths she can take if she wants to enter.

It's just that when Fan Xiaoshi stepped into the vegetable market, what greeted her was not the fishy smell of live poultry and fish, nor the natural aroma of vegetables.

The hustle and bustle of the wet market suddenly disappeared. The figures she saw outside were gone.

With a click, Fan Xiaoshi's feet landed on the marble floor, and the surrounding space became a corridor of the school building, and a row of classroom doors and class logos on the classroom doors could be seen.

Fan Xiaoshi was stunned.

She turned her head to see a closed fence with a billboard with famous quotes and a fire extinguishing box underneath the billboard.

Fan Xiaoshi threw herself on the wall in disbelief and slapped it hard.

She screamed, but that didn't change the situation.

Fan Xiaoshi heard the sound of the door opening.

She lifted her heart at once, turned vigilantly, and saw the door of a classroom open.

The half of his body that poked out was a white bone. The skeleton's jaw moved twice, making a clicking sound.

Fan Xiaoshi's body suddenly slumped, sat on the fire extinguisher, and fell to the ground again.

Rows of classroom doors opened, and skeletons continued to emerge from those classrooms. Skeletons come in big and small. The adult skeletons were wearing civilian clothes, and the smaller skeletons were wearing school uniforms that Fan Xiaoshi was familiar with.

She remembers that it was the same school uniform she wore when she was a student. At that time, the primary school students in the entire Yaocheng were wearing such sportswear, and they could only distinguish the school by the school emblem on their chests when they went out. The school uniform is light green and dark blue, with odd tones and easy to look old and dirty. By the time she was in high school, the city's uniform for elementary school students had completely disappeared. Primary school students from different grades have been dressed in new school uniforms.

When Fan Xiaoshi thought of this, she felt even more frightened.

The roommate inquired about it, and she hadn't heard of it. She didn't know the juniors who were now in high school;

She only remembered the story of the church and the doll, and she didn't know if it was the local supernatural legend of Yaocheng or the storyline from other places;

There was a rumor about an elementary school, and she remembered it more.

That's the story she heard when she was in elementary school.

It's also strange to say. When she was in elementary school, the Internet was not so developed, and elementary school students were not as active on the Internet as they are now. It's just such a closed social environment, some stories, some slips and children's songs can be circulated throughout the city, even from south to north, from west to east, and spread throughout the country.

What Fan Xiaoshi remembers is a smooth poem:

A first-grader,

The ghost of the second grade,

The bones of the third grade,

Fourth grade to heap,

5th grade bomb school,

The school is gone,

The dead old man commanded,

Teachers come together,

digging graves,

Catch the child,

There are new schools.

Fan Xiaoshi couldn't help but read out the slip, and the ghost story that spread along with this slip of mouth also remembered in her mind.

At that time, the students were saying that a certain elementary school in Yaocheng was full of ghosts, and the teachers who gave lectures and the students who attended the classes were not people. People are dead. Some say that it was burned to death in an accident, and others say that the school was built on top of a cemetery, so the teachers who went in to give lectures and the students who read the books became ghosts without realizing it. The body was buried in the ground, the school was shut down, and then the grave was dug up to bring the school back to life.

Fan Xiaoshi clearly remembers that slipping along is a word on her lips when she was in elementary school. At that time, I didn't understand the hint at all, I just felt that it was catchy to sarcastically mock myself and scold the teacher. It wasn't until I entered junior high school that people told those ghost stories. This is also because everyone goes from different elementary schools to junior high schools, and some elementary schools have indeed experienced problems such as school mergers, school relocation, school closures, etc., and these things have spread in junior high schools. The myth "schools are built in graveyards" is also a must-have ghost story in most schools, and it is a match for the ghosts who play the piano in music classrooms.

Fan Xiaoshi never considered whether there really was a ghost school in Yaocheng.

At this moment, seeing the skeletons gathered in the corridor and the rows of skeletons lined up outside the window, Fan Xiaoshi inexplicably thought of the ghost story that slipped away and casually told among her former classmates.

The skeleton was already in front of her, and she couldn't retreat.

The skull's jawbone moved, teeth clashing, clicking. The voices come together as if they make up language.

Fan Xiaoshi heard that many people were reciting that poem.

"The first grade kid, the second grade ghost, the third grade bones, the fourth grade came to the pile, the fifth grade bombed the school, the school is gone......"

Fan Xiaoshi's heart beat violently when she heard this recitation in unison, and finally she couldn't bear this strong sense of fear.

She rolled her eyes and fainted.

Her body fell to the ground, her consciousness sinking into darkness.

She didn't hear the exclamations of the people around her.

Originally, the vegetable vendors were curiously watching the girl who rushed in, and when they saw her turn in a circle, they fell to the ground and fainted.

A number of enthusiastic people rushed over and scrambled to call the emergency services.

The fishmonger still clutched the fish and the kitchen knife and stood still.

Rushing out of the iron gate, the skeletons that were chasing Fan Xiaoshi also stopped.

Farther away, in the restaurant, the skeletons holding cups and chopsticks also stopped moving.

They watched as the ambulance arrived and picked up Fan Xiaoshi.

In the vegetable market, there is a faint sound of children chanting: "Children in the first grade, ghost ...... in the second grade"

The skeletons slowly disappeared in place with the child's immature voice.

The fishmongers disappeared at some point, leaving only the slaughtered fish and kitchen knives on the stalls.

A person walked in the alley, heard the surrounding discussions, and asked the stall owner next to him a few words.

“…… I'm going to the toilet here, and I'm coming out like this. The man sighed, chatted with the familiar stall owner, walked into the fishmonger's stall, skillfully put on his apron, picked up the kitchen knife, and killed the fish neatly.