I have a poisonous snake

Chapter 70 The High School of Horror 11
"Don't you know who I am?"

The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at him with dissatisfaction.

Her movements are learned seamlessly, even her tone of voice and raised eyebrows are similar.

But Mu She knew that she was not.

Ye Baimian has never been so serious, calling him by his name.

And, it didn't feel right.

"Say, who are you?"

The blade approached slightly, cutting the skin on the girl's neck, and dark red blood came out drop by drop.

"Of course I am Ye Baimian, otherwise, who else could it be?"

The girl looked impatient, and raised her hand to take his hand away.

With a knife between his fingers, Mu She cut across the girl's neck, causing blood to spurt out.

He moved back quickly, avoiding the splash of blood.

She raised her hand to cover her neck, her face contorted.

"How...did you find out? Obviously I...I imitated her in every word and deed!"

Mu She's brows were cold, and his lips curled up slightly.

"The acting is too bad."

He didn't like other people holding Ye Baimian's face and making such an ugly expression.

Her vision was dim, and the blade made several cuts on her face. Each cut penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

She screamed a few times, covered her neck and backed away, but couldn't hold back the gushing blood.

The knife wound on her face was painful to the bone, and the girl's body swayed and returned to its original state.

A red-clothed black-haired female ghost with a ferocious face.

He pursed his lips lightly, his eyes were dark, and the blade swept across, cutting off the female ghost's neck impartially.

Obviously the knife is extremely small, but it cuts iron like mud, easily breaking bones and muscles.

The female ghost's head rolled to the ground and rolled into the weeds like a rubber ball.

Mu She raised his eyes, turned the blade, and the knife suddenly shot out.

There was a scream in the grass.

He walked over unhurriedly, bent down and pulled out the knife inserted into the female ghost's head, and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe it clean.

There was a slight night breeze, the shadows of the bushes and trees swayed, and sobs that sounded like crying and laughing echoed in the forest.

Mu She wiped the knife expressionlessly.

A hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder, and a strange and piercing laughter sounded behind him.

The sticky black hair hung down from his face, and a bloody face appeared upside down in front of him.

The woman's eye sockets were dark and hollow, and dark red blood flowed down the empty eye sockets.

"I'm so cold down there, come and accompany me."

The woman's voice, ethereal and erratic, seemed to come from all directions.

Mu She sneered, turned around and kicked over, kicking the headless female ghost behind him several meters away.

"Enough is enough, I don't have that much patience."

The sound of the wind gradually stopped, and the whimpers that seemed to exist in the dark night also stopped.

He put away the knife, gave the female ghost a cold look, and left in the dark.

Behind him, the headless female ghost struggled to stand up, put her head back, and coughed a few mouthfuls of thick, dark blood.

Obviously she was dead, but the kick that person kicked just now made her viscera dislodge.

After the female ghost died, a ghost under the locust tree gradually appeared.

On the playground, twisted and bloody ghosts crawled out from the depths of the ground.

There was a rustling sound in the grass, and a twisted black figure emerged.

On the roof of the teaching building, a ghostly figure stood, its long black hair fluttered by the wind, erratically covering its cheeks.

"From tomorrow, the restrictions on invitation posts will be lifted. You don't need to abide by the rules and only invite one person."

"Game restrictions lifted."

The group of ghosts erupted and laughed strangely and silently.

They waited for this day, and waited too long.

No one knows what happened to Lihuai High School before.

No one knows that the real name of Lihuai High School more than 50 years ago was:

Wylie High School.

　The book review area suspects that Xiaohong is not the hero's little ancestor, so don't look around, you, you, you, you are talking about you.

　　My Xiaohong is the real "male protagonist", there is nothing wrong with it.

　　Ask for a recommendation ticket!

　　Those who do not give recommended tickets...

　　(All the ghosts look at you incredulously)
　　Just kidding hahaha, don't be afraid, it's really not scary, how about writing about prison bosses in the next plane?

　　


(End of this chapter)