I have a poisonous snake

Chapter 65 The High School of Horror 05
The broken street lamp sizzled from time to time, and in the dead of night, it could make one's scalp tingle and one's hair stand on end.

On both sides of the road are flower beds with flowers and plants planted inside, and on the other side of the flower bed is a patch of weeds.

At night, the green and lovely grass during the day also looks eerie.

The flowers and plants in the flower beds are like ghosts.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

From the weeds, a basketball bounced out and hit the girl walking on the road.

Ye Baimian dodged quickly, watching the basketball hit the flower bed on the other side, and bounced back into the grass.

The lights on the road ahead suddenly went out, and the whole road was plunged into darkness, leaving only the basketball court behind with light.

The weird basketball rolled back out of nowhere, bouncing slightly on the basketball court.

She raised her eyebrows for a glance, raised her hand to look at her watch, and accelerated her pace into the darkness.

Already, eleven fifty-seven.

Walking outside the teacher's office, you can already see the lights. The light from the lamp tube shines through the window and shines from the office.

There is a locust tree planted in front of the teacher's office. The locust tree is very tall. It has been in the school for more than 70 years, and it is even older than the old principal who founded the school.

Ye Baimian glanced at the locust tree inadvertently, and stopped immediately.

A hemp rope was tied to a partial branch of the locust tree, and the rope was wrapped into a ring, just big enough for people to stick their heads in.

The hemp rope hung empty on the tree, swaying with the wind, it was indescribably weird and permeating.

The most frightening thing was that there was a pair of sneakers staggered under the tree. The soles of the shoes were stained with dark red liquid, dripping to the ground.

The liquid hadn't solidified yet, and Ye Baimian could smell a strong bloody smell from a distance.

I just don't know which unlucky ghost this bloody smell is from.

Eleven forty-three.

Ye Baimian didn't stay for too long, walked quickly to the door of the teacher's office, stretched out his hand to open the door and walked in.

As soon as the door was opened, a piece of paper floated down leisurely and landed at her feet.

She knelt down to pick it up, and glanced at the piece of paper.

On the paper was a woman with black hair and blood-stained white skirt.Her eyes stared straight ahead with heavy resentment.

A cold breath seemed to permeate from the paper.

A few pieces of skin on the woman's face fell off, and the blood-red flesh was exposed. The overall picture was very realistic.

It is so realistic that it seems to be able to crawl out of the paper.

Ye Baimian was not afraid, after a few glances and found that it was useless, he turned the paper behind his back.

On the back of the paper were written a few lines of small blood-red characters:
A ghost who died unjustly is sealed in the paper, if you don't tear up the paper after 10 minutes, the ghost will crawl out of the painting and kill you.

However, don't think you'll be fine if you tear up the paper.

There is also a ghost living outside the teacher's office. She is afraid of the ghost in the painting and dare not come in. Once the painting is torn to pieces, the ghost will come in and kill you immediately.

Note: Do not leave the office within 10 minutes, offenders will die!

After reading the contents of the paper, Ye Baimian stood quietly at the door of the office.

This Thomas is very difficult to deal with.

To tear or not to tear, ghosts will kill.

"99, the girl who died yesterday... what does the ghost want from her?"

"Want to know? Please please please~"

The system looked embarrassed.

"My Thomas backhand is a slap..."

"Clap clap clap."

She clapped her hands.

"Speak or not?"

"The ghost wants to play rock-paper-scissors with her. If she wins, she doesn't have to die, but it looks like the girl lost."

The system made malicious guesses.

　Let me talk about the setting of this painting. I was so crazy about the plot that I dreamed about it the night before.

　　Can you feel how desperate I am in my dream?

　　My Thomas was killed by a ghost
　　Part of the plot I wrote was something I personally experienced in a dream, and the ending was that I died, died, died.

　　Please vote for my recommendation, thank you big brothers, thank you little ancestors.

　　


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