My Sister is Fuji

late at night.

"Click-"

The alarm clock on the bedside table, the clock points to one.

"I'm so thirsty...so thirsty..." Liao Sha lying on the bed murmured, his body shrunk completely, so old, he became scrawny and skinny, just like a broken jujube.

"Water..." Liao Sha said hoarsely, barely moved his body, and picked up the water on the bedside table.

"I'm so thirsty." Liao Sha picked up the cup and put it to his mouth; the water in the cup was full and clear.

But slowly, the water in the cup turned blood red.

"Gudong—gudong—"

The teeth in Liao Sha's mouth were completely loose and fell into the water glass one by one, but he still drank unconsciously.

Until he choked, clutching his throat in pain.

"Uh—ah!" Liao Sha's eyes were about to pop out, staring at the ceiling, the water glass that had fallen on the bedside table rolled down to the floor with a thud, and fell into pieces.

The next day, bright sunlight seeped in through the windows.

"Jingle Bell……"

This is the sound of the alarm clock.

"Get up!"

Grandma Lin Fei said from outside the room, but there was no movement at all inside, only the alarm clock that kept ringing.

Grandma Lin Fei sensed something was wrong and immediately opened the door.

There was nothing inside, and the quilt was a little messy.

"Lin Fei? Lin Fei?!" Grandma panicked, looking around: "Lin Fei, come out quickly, don't scare grandma!"

"Dinglingling—" the alarm clock was still ringing.

Grandma opened the cabinet next to it, but it was still empty.

"Ha...ha..." Grandma covered her heart in discomfort, and sniffed lightly, "What's the smell?" She walked slowly towards the bed, and suddenly opened the quilt, her eyes widened. There is such a thing.

There was a pile of colorless and viscous liquid on the bedside table.The quilt made a "hissing" sound, emitting green smoke.

Grandma realized that something was wrong, and immediately threw the quilt away; there was also such a liquid inside the quilt.

Too late.

Grandma had already touched it, and she stared at her right finger stupidly, it was slowly being dissolved and corroded, and the bones of her fingers could be seen - what was even more frightening was that she couldn't feel the pain at all, and the corrosion continued.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Jingle bell bell -"

……

In the middle of a pile of liquid on the bed, there is a golden ring that, for some reason, will not corrode.

Lin Fei was melted, melted by her stomach acid.

If a person does not eat, will stomach acid really corrode the stomach, other internal organs, and even the whole person?

This is unknown.

Chapter 110 Three Revenge

Chapter 110 Three Retaliation

Since yesterday's note incident happened, people in the classroom are panicking.

No one dares to play with notes anymore.

I started to use the note as a channel to vent, and discard the dark garbage in my heart.

No one thought that the content in the note would come true, just like a curse.

Someone patted Yan Lan on the shoulder, Yan Lan trembled violently, and quickly shouted: "Don't give me the note!"

Chen Muchun was taken aback by Yan Lan's overreaction, "What are you doing, it's not a note, do you want your homework?"

Yan Lan took the homework book given to her by Chen Muchun in shock, she thought it was a note, and she was startled.

Chen Muchun muttered in a low voice: "It's a surprise."

Yan Lan said dissatisfiedly: "It's obviously your problem. During this critical time, you still patted me on the shoulder silently. You are going to die!"

Su Mu passed by and said comfortingly, "Don't be too nervous, it might just be a coincidence." In fact, Su Mu knew in his heart that this was not a coincidence at all.

He could guess who wrote those notes, but the original intention of those people to write the notes was not to kill people or curse anything, but simply to vent their unhappiness.

It was because the note was tampered with while passing it, that's why this series of weird things happened.

So whose hand did it go through?

Su Mu's eyes slowly turned to Wang Dexin, the rumor of the earliest note was related to him, and he owns the half of the notebook, and he is the only one who has the ability to do all this.

Yan Lan is a little sensitive, not as courageous as she looks on the outside, and said in a low voice fearfully: "I have some personality problems, and I speak out loud. I actually have some words, and I don't have any malicious intentions—whether I will offend others."