Carrying the coffin board of the senior sister

Ai Pengtao was choked, he was less than ten years old, he didn't really understand the brain circuit of an adult big sister, and suspected that he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

In some respects, children are more realistic.

"No matter how you think about it, you know the situation is wrong now, sister, are you possessed by a ghost? Am I going to die here today?" Ai Pengtao was about to cry.

Fang Yi also tilted his head: "Don't think about anything else, just tell me if you want to go now."

Ai Pengtao was silent for a while, and said: "I feel more and more obvious that I am late for class now."

In short, want to go to class.

"Then let's go." Fang Yiyi dragged him, followed the bloody footprints, and strode toward the classroom.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Ai Pengtao felt that he was about to be torn apart. Rationally, he felt that this kind of trap that he didn't bother to cover up, and that there was a problem at first sight. He felt more and more that this was his classroom, and he should be in the classroom, rather than messing around in the corridor.

Not only that, but as the distance from the classroom draws closer, reason gradually collapses, the brain becomes chaotic, and thinking gradually becomes difficult.

Fang Yi also paid attention to his changes, lowered his eyebrows, his amber eyes were like deep well spring water, pulsating with an undetectable dark light.

When he came to the door of the classroom, Ai Pengtao straightened his back skillfully and shouted towards the podium: "Report!"

Then he tilted his ears slightly, as if someone had said something to him on the podium.

Ai Pengtao's eyes were blank, but the expression on his face was completely opposite. He smiled embarrassingly, bent down quickly and bowed, rushed into the classroom, and ran to the back seat by the window with ease, and sat down. not moving.

Fang also stepped into the classroom and looked around.

The desks and chairs in the classroom are outdated, the paint on the blackboard is peeling off, and the chalk dust that cannot be wiped off can be vaguely seen.The classroom is full of dust, and the strange blood-colored sun shines in through the broken windows, and there are clearly visible dust floating in the light.

There is not even a single ghost in this classroom. Countless illusory ghosts linger in it, walking up and down in the classroom. They come and go freely between the solid wood tables and chairs, as if there is nothing.

It is worth noting that in the middle below the podium, a girl is lying on the desk, her legs are crossed under the desk, showing a relaxed posture, her face is buried in her arms, her two braids are raised, and her white rubber bands are in the middle. In this gray classroom, it seemed to be the only vitality.

Fang Yi also pursed his lips, walked over, and looked at the child quietly.

On the ground under their feet, a string of bloody footprints of adults disappeared in front of the table.

Fang Yi also raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch the child. The spirits floating in the classroom suddenly became irritable. They jumped up and down, and as the distance between the fingertips got closer, they became more and more agitated.

Fang Yi also withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

She could smell the stench emanating from the little girl, sticky and disgusting.

The restlessness of the spirit body still didn't stop, the whole classroom was like a boiler, and these spirit bodies were like boiling water, boiling up and down, turning into a messy pot of porridge that was hard to swallow.

Fang Yi also felt everything around him and took a step back.

This step seemed to turn off a certain switch, and the restlessness of the spirit body stopped for a moment, and it returned to its previous leisurely appearance.

Fang Yi also backed away again, this time, the sticky stench disappeared a lot.

Someone was warning her not to meddle in other people's business, or she would be left with her.

Fang also understood this, and turned around slowly. While turning around, his eyes inspected the things within the visible range inch by inch.

On the podium's desk, a piece of chalk was shaking gently.

She didn't stop turning around, lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and her eyes secretly fell on the chalk.

Fang Yiyi's back is facing the classroom now, and he can't see the scene inside, but on the podium in his peripheral vision, a slender translucent shadow floated down from mid-air in a human standing posture, and stood there.

It seemed that the teacher who was giving a lecture held down the shaking chalk.

Fang Yi also stepped out.

step.

A black ghostly aura surged up from under Ai Pengtao's feet, submerging his ankles. Ai Pengtao didn't realize it. He pressed his left hand on the table, and his right hand made a gesture of holding a pen, but he didn't hold anything. yawn.

two steps.

Countless bloody arms emerged from the ghostly air, grabbed Ai Pengtao's trouser legs and clothes, and stretched upwards. Ai Pengtao fell down on the table with a 'slap', and sat up straight again the next second. Seems to be fighting back sleepiness.

After three steps, Fang Yiyi is already at the door.

The spirit body floating around surrounded Ai Pengtao, forming a circle around him.

They are waiting for Fang Yiyi to go out, and when Fang Yiyi steps out of the teacher, Ai Pengtao will undoubtedly be torn to pieces by these things.

Fang Yi also raised his left foot, and the moment he sold it, he turned around abruptly, and a general-purpose cymbal used in a funeral band flew out like a discus, mixed with two yellow talismans.

The cymbals were precisely nailed to Ai Pengtao's table, and the dirty things were shaken away. Ai Pengtao shivered violently, and his dull pupils regained consciousness.

On the other side, two yellow talismans hit the little girl lying on her stomach with great force, and the little girl was knocked off the seat directly, revealing a blurred face with melted facial features.

When she was lying on her stomach on the seat, she curled up to cover her heart, a big hole was made, all internal organs were dug out, and the side of the back spine facing the body was exposed to the air.

The spirit is insane.

They are tangled and entangled, swimming like crazy, and even move the air, making the sound of "wow" in the strong wind in the winter mountain stream.

However, it can be regarded as reserved, after all, it is a spirit body, and its knowledge is not deep, so no matter how noisy it is, it will not reach the point of disturbing the people.

Ai Pengtao was different. He couldn't see the spirit body, but he could see the little girl's corpse. Perhaps his emotions were too intense, which caused him to slide down directly, and the stool fell to the side. Leaning his back against the leg of the table in the back row, he let out a loud howl.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"..."

Fang Yiyi's retracement paused, and she wrinkled her nose, thinking that she should understand Ai Pengtao's reaction.

After all, he was still a child, after all, the one lying on the ground could be his partner, after all...

Fang Yi also raised his hand to reject a spell, ignored the distorted spirit body that was photographed, and picked up the chalk.

The chalk is also old, and it has been left for a long time, which has caused it to be harder and more bloody than other chalks. The chalk is covered with dust and has a little blood on one side.

Is there anything special?what is it shaking

Why didn't anything else move in this classroom, only it moved?

Fang Yi also couldn't figure it out, but her sixth sense told her that this chalk was definitely not as simple as just moving and playing with it.

She knocked on her head, her pretty fair face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

chalk...chalk...

"Sister, wow, look, sister, why is this, what's going on..." Ai Pengtao yelled, and Chao Fang also rushed towards him with snot and tears.

Fang Yi also had two minds, he didn't hide when he felt that there was no danger, and when he saw Ai Pengtao's snot on his face, it was too late to hide.

Ai Pengtao plunged into her arms, crying.

Fang Yiyi's whole body was stiff, thinking about the condition of his clothes, he became numb.

"You get up."

"Why Qiaoqiao..."

Oh, it turns out that this girl is Qiaoqiao.Fang Yiyisheng thought about it hopelessly, and repeated: "Get up."

"Will the others, Dahei, Zheng Heping, and Guiye die, will I die..." The death of his friend made Ai Pengtao emotionally broken.

"Get up! Don't touch me!!" Fang Yiyi was also quite devastated. It was her first time wearing her new clothes!My sister bought it for me!study!sister!Give!I!I bought it! ! !

Fang Yiyi grabbed Ai Pengtao's back collar and pulled him out hard: "It's too outrageous! Don't rub your tears on people's clothes, ehhh——and snot, oh my god, ahhhhh This is how to do!"

Ai Pengtao held on desperately and refused to let go, yelling: "Sister, why are you so unkind, my classmate died! The death is so miserable! I am very sad and scared!"

Fang Yi also really wants to say, I didn't kill your partner, what does death have to do with me, but this seems cold-hearted and difficult to communicate with, she has recently learned to talk to people intentionally or unintentionally, in an attempt to integrate into the group, Naturally, I want to hide a part of myself aside so that it cannot be discovered.So she chose to remain silent.

"Will I die, sister, will I die?"

Moisture penetrates the thin fabric and touches the skin, bringing a weird coolness.

Fang Yiyi paused, a strong sense of discomfort welled up in his heart, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his hand and punched Ai Pengtao's head.

Because of too much force, the chalk in the other hand was accidentally pinched in half, and the fine powder of chalk dust stained the hand.

Ai Pengtao finally calmed down, next to Fang Yiyi, behind Fang Yiyi with ink stains, quietly revealing one eye, peeking at Qiaoqiao's corpse with a terrified expression, his face turned pale when he glanced at it.

Fang Yi also felt that the blood vessels in her brain were smoking, and the clothes in front of her were soaked in a large area as expected. She tried to wipe it with her hands twice, but it was accidentally stained with chalk dust.

"...!" I became even angrier.

Fang Yi also took a deep breath, slowly raised his eyes, stared at the surrounding spirit bodies who wished to tear her apart, melted a charm in the palm of his hand, and slapped Ai Pengtao's head with the ashes of the charm.

Under Ai Pengtao's suddenly dull gaze, he grinned grinningly and said, "Did you see these dirty things? They killed your partner. I'll give you a chance to take revenge. Take the cymbals I gave you and chop ten of them. If you can't cut it, I will cut you down."

Ai Pengtao trembled, holding the cymbal that was stuffed into his arms tremblingly, looked at Fang Yiyi for three seconds, then looked away, took a deep breath, raised the cymbal, and gave a loud drink : "Take your life!" Without hesitation, he rushed into the pile of spirit bodies.

Fang Yiyi saw Ai Pengtao's small figure was almost submerged and disappeared, he thought for a while, just to be on the safe side, he followed a yellow talisman attached to the cymbal.

At this moment, Fang Yiyi caught a glimpse of chalk dust from the corner of his eye.

In my memory, when the teacher writes on the blackboard, such dust will fall.

Fang Yi also squinted his eyes, feeling that he had caught something.

She carefully recalled the way the chalk was shaking before, not in a regular way. Although the amplitude was small, Fang Yiyi could still see the ups and downs of the brush strokes.

Is writing.

Thinking about it this way, things will work out, someone is catching the chalk and sending her a message!