Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Late at night, the moon is in the middle of the sky.

In this art room, which was rumored to be the scariest, the sticky breathing sounds intertwined together, and it took a long time to stop.

Even though Shen Ji had been very careful to protect her, at the moment when both of them lost control, Bai Yao's back accidentally hit the cold wall. Now she felt that her back and waist were sore.

But the boy was not satisfied yet and tried to lift her leg again.

Bai Yao kicked him weakly, "That's enough, I want to rest."

Shen Ji put away his charming thoughts. He held Bai Yao in his arms and put on her clothes. He held her tightly with one hand and buttoned her shirt with the other hand. As for his heart , is now being held in the palm of Bai Yao's hand.

This guy doesn't care about his heart at all. If Bai Yao hadn't protected the heart in time, he doesn't know where the heart would have rolled to on the ground.

Bai Yao only needs to sit in his arms without moving anything. She watches him buttoning her buttons with one hand. His fingers are becoming more and more flexible. The previous scene can't help but appear in her mind. Bai Yao's face A little hot again.

Shen Ji's eyes lit up, "Yao Yao, do you still want to..."

"No, I don't want to."

Shen Yi let out a disappointed "Oh".

Bai Yao secretly thought that it was really inconvenient for her heart to be in his place. He could feel all her emotions. Of course, she seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit today and actually rolled up here with him.

Bai Yao kept touching the beating heart in his hand, which was similar to touching a dog.

Shen Ji stroked her long hair again and arranged her slightly messy hair. He secretly glanced at her face a few times, but still did not dare to say anything.

Bai Yao raised her eyes, "What do you want to say?"

He hesitated for a while and said, "Yao Yao doesn't want to ask me anything?"

Bai Yao didn't take it seriously and felt very comfortable leaning in his arms, "When you want to say it, I will naturally know it."

Perhaps due to Bai Yao's connivance, Shen Ji gained a lot of courage. At this moment when he was sure that Bai Yao would not abandon him, he whispered: "I was locked up here before this school was established."

Bai Yao raised her face to look at him.

The story Shen Ji told begins a hundred years ago. At that time, this was just a backward and poor small village. Because of its backwardness, it believed in the theory of gods and ghosts.

They believe that as long as they choose a sacrifice, all the misfortunes in their lives will be lived on this sacrifice, then they can live a happy life.

The so-called selection of sacrifices must always focus on the birth date, but in the end they easily settled on the candidate - a young child who was sold by his parents at a low price because there were too many children in the family to raise.

He was only two years old at that time. Before he left home, he was squatting on the ground in his crotchless pants, holding a small stick, and scribbling quietly on the ground by himself. He didn't understand anything, so he was taken away by a stranger.

Then he was locked in a small house.

He also cried and made trouble, and naturally no one came to comfort him. Sometimes he would be beaten, sometimes he would be starved for a day, and slowly he learned to be quiet.

During that period of life, no one taught him how to read and write, and no one talked to him. The only thing he could do to pass the time was to draw what he saw on the table with water.

But often the water stains would dry before he finished painting.

More and more people were staying outside the house. They all looked at him in the window with hungry eyes, talking about their wishes that they wanted to realize, and hoping that he could absorb their bad luck and misfortune.

He didn't understand this. It was just that time passed slowly, and the small house that housed him slowly expanded, and finally a campus was built, but the scope of his activities was still only a small room with a window.

When he was eighteen years old, when someone asked him what he wanted, he said he wanted painting tools. He got a set of painting tools as he wished. Although it was cheap, it was the first thing he wanted in his life. Want something.

It was at that time that someone said the ceremony should begin.

Shen Ji said: "Then I died, but luckily, although my heart was dug out, I kept my bones well!"

His tone was relaxed and normal, as if he was just telling a story that had nothing to do with him. When he looked at the person in his arms, he could smile with his eyes raised.

He summarized his death process with just "I'm dead", but Bai Yao could guess how he was tortured to death.

The heart that was cut open and removed, the criss-crossing scars on the bones, and the fire...

Bai Yao buried her face in his chest, closed her eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "Did my heart tell you anything?"

Shen Ji hugged Bai Yao's body and said softly: "You feel sorry for me."

Bai Yao said nothing.

Shen Ji said with a bright smile: "Yao Yao, actually I'm not miserable. They didn't expect that the so-called ceremony would turn me into a ghost all of a sudden, and then I burned them all to death!"

He thought for a while and added: "Except I let a half-dead man go on purpose, but I'm not stupid either. I let him go on purpose!"

Before they burned his body, his heart was transferred to another place. He couldn't leave this campus, so he had to use some tricks to get his heart back.

For example, over the years, he occasionally helped one or two unlucky people realize their wishes, so rumors about the art room were spread. As expected, the descendants of the person who stole his heart came here to look for him driven by greed.

Human beings are always arrogant. They think that by mastering the weaknesses of ghosts, they can make the ghosts obey their orders. Little do they know that the moment they step into his territory, the life and death of those people will only depend on his thoughts.

The villagers involved in the incident are dead, but their descendants have been cursed. No matter how rich they are, they have to come to this place and play the game of massacre with him, otherwise their entire family will be implicated.

Gradually, various rumors began to spread. For example, only rich children who successfully graduated from this school can lead their families to become more prosperous.

Therefore, rich people, driven by the desire for profit, sent their children here in droves even though they knew there was danger here.

People a hundred years ago were so greedy, and people will still be like this a hundred years later. It is really difficult for human beings to grow.

Bai Yao nestled in his arms and said softly: "You have never left here in the past hundred years."

Shen Ji lowered his eyes and said apologetically: "Yao Yao, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you to the outside world."