Carrying the coffin board of the senior sister

In the summer afternoon, the sweltering heat continues to ferment. Everyone can stay indoors and never go out. The same is true for Zhengling Women's University. The usually bustling campus is quiet and quiet. At this time, no one can be seen, and the sun is scorching every plant and tree. , Maemi howled wantonly as if it was about to melt.

In dormitory 404, Li Ting was sitting on the desk with a delicate red laptop on her knees. She stepped on the back of the chair with one leg bent and the other leg drooping, resting her chin with one hand. Her phoenix eyes were indifferent and cold. Lifting his eyes to take a look, his pale and slender fingers tapped on the keyboard.

Fang Yiyi stood upright, with a large cymbal in one hand, staring at the tumbler sandbag that was one person tall in front of her, with a serious face. One voice: "Oh!"

Using cymbals instead of palms, he patted the leather sandbag firmly and firmly.

pa!

Buang~

The first sound came from the sandbags, and the second sound was softer, a protest from the cymbals. The reverberation was short, and the force of the return made her fingertips numb and her wrists ache.

Fang Yi also took a deep breath, retracted it, followed by the second stroke, two strokes hit the sandbag alternately, the sound of 'pa' continued, loud and dull.

Five minutes later, Fang Yiyi took back the cymbal, examined it carefully, and found that the copper dial was twisted.

"..." It seems... a bit reckless.

Fang also wanted to cry but had no tears, his heart was bleeding.

She has seen the order record of the shopping app, and knows that this thing is very expensive.

"Sister, the cymbal is broken."

"Yeah." Li Ting moved his fingertips slowly on the touchpad, planted a pea shooter, and watched the funny-looking zombie's head being knocked off with a blank face, "It's okay, continue." As he said, he said in another Plant a potato mine on the wire, and wait for the zombie with the iron bucket on his head to throw himself into the net.

"Oh." Fang Yi also took a deep breath, and continued to trample the cymbals on the hard artificial leather sandbag. When he rested profusely with sweat, the 35cm wide cymbal was smashed and deformed.

The originally rounded edges were distorted and uneven, and the cymbals were pitted and pitted, so miserable that it was impossible to see.

Li Ting remained unmoved by this, and calmly threw a walnut to her, "It's smashed."

Fang Yi also lamented the fate of the pair of cymbals, but his movements were unambiguous. He raised the cymbals and brought a strong wind.

Duang~~kacha!

Cymbals and walnuts screamed at the same time.

A new pit appeared on the surface of the copper object, and the walnut was torn apart.

Fang Yi also picked out the walnuts, held them in both hands and handed them to Li Ting: "Sister, it's all right."

Li Ting didn't answer: "You eat."

"For me?"

Li Ting glanced at her, and raised his chin noblely and coldly: "I don't need to make up my mind."

Fang Yiyi: "..."

She glanced at the laptop screen, and saw huge green characters on the screen, with scary liquid dripping from the strokes, and a big exclamation mark at the end, indicating the seriousness of the matter: Zombies ate your brains!

Fang Yiyi: "?"

Putting the computer aside, Li Ting also said to the other party: "Where is Guangbo?"

The scarred percussion instruments that are not in the shape of cymbals are sent to the eyes.

Li Ting looked at it for a while, and said with disgust: "The strength is not enough, it is still far away."

Fang Yiyi really wanted to refute the cymbals, saying that musical instruments are not used in this way, but he didn't dare after thinking about it, but he really felt sorry for the money, after all, it was less than a day after it was delivered.

So he said euphemistically: "It's badly broken, senior sister."

"I ordered twenty for you." Miss Li, a rich girl, didn't understand Fang Yiyi's point.

But Fang Yiyi finally lost control and screamed: "How much?!"

Li Ting was disturbed by her, her beautiful eyebrows frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing all at once, can't you practice with twenty? Why are you so useless?" She stretched out a finger, "Add ten more No more."

"No," Fang Yiyi's head was about to grow big. Is it a question of how many?Isn't the problem about burning money?

Well, the money is all from the senior, but...but this is a musical instrument, how can you use a musical instrument as a boxing glove!The cymbals are all crying, so distorted and deformed!

Fang Yi also felt that when this batch of cymbals was made, he never expected to be treated like this.

Fang Yi also tried to save them: "Senior sister, I don't think it takes so much..."

Li Ting took a deep look at her, sneered, and with a wave of his sleeve, removed the sound barrier.

'Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom...'

The knock on the door came immediately, regular and rhythmic, as if it had been knocking for a long time.

"Eh? Someone knocked on the door?" Fang Yiyi ran over, and when he grabbed the doorknob, he was stunned for a moment.

It just doesn't feel right.

She turned her head and looked at Li Ting for confirmation: "Senior sister, who is outside?"

Li Ting crossed his hands, sat on the table with his legs crossed, his tone was indifferent, and the meaning was unclear: "You will know if you have a look."

have a look?What's the meaning?

Open the door and take a look or just look at it?

Fang Yi also understood what Li Ting meant, and thought about the possibility of just seeing it that way.

As soon as the thought came out, I felt my eyes heat up. After a while, the world in my eyes became foggy again, as if covered by a thin layer of mist, but compared to last time, the fog was thinner this time.

She lowered her head and saw bursts of black mist creeping into the bedroom from the crack of the door.

The amount is very small, but because the color is so dark, it is very obvious.

'Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom...'

The knocking on the door continued, especially with perseverance, as if he would not give up until he opened the door.

Fang Yiyi's head hurts, and she doesn't like this kind of people who come to her door, no matter if it's a person or a ghost.

Letting go of the doorknob, she turned to Li Ting and said, "Sister, has it been outside for a long time?"

Li Ting was adding the ten cymbals to her, without raising his head, he said: "It's okay, it's only two hours."

"..." Has it been so long?

So as expected of a senior...

Fang Yi also sighed: "So persistent!"

Li Ting sneered: "Everything that is dead and unclean is like this. It has a single tendon and is led by the nose by obsession."

"..." Sister, did you scold yourself too?

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Li Ting placed the order, put down the phone, frowned and said, "Of course I'm no exception."

"No, no," Fang Yiyi quickly shook his head: "Senior sister doesn't look like a ghost at all, not only looks exactly like a living person, but also looks better than many people."

"Hehe," Li Ting smiled grimly, "It's just a skin, you feed it well."

Fang Yi also scratched his head. For some reason, he always felt that the topic was developing in a strange direction.

"Is there anything that senior sister is obsessed with?" she asked.

"Yes," Li Ting turned his head and looked out the window, looking far away, as if recalling, "If you don't have obsession, how can you turn into a ghost."

"But senior sister is not being led by the nose like other ghosts."

Li heard the words, turned his head to look at her, with a half-smile: "How do you know I don't have one?"

Fang Yi also froze for a moment.

Li Ting's eyes were pure black, without any broken light spots that could be projected in, but they reminded people of the sky full of bright stars for no reason.

Fang Yi is more or less clear about the ghost's obsession. It's not that someone told her, but she saw it from the ghosts she encountered recently. Fang Yi also remembered the ghost that Nancy turned into until she was burned. Turned into ashes, the terrifying eyes were fixed on her. When the black smoke dissipated, there was a trace towards her on the ground, which was Nancy's outstretched hand.

The knock on the door continued, and Fang Yi also knew that this ghost's obsession was also to kill her.

Fang Yi also bit his lower lip and asked, "Senior sister, how did you form the obsession with ghosts?"

"The strongest thought before death."

"...Then how hated I am." Fang Yi was also puzzled and felt absurd.

One by one, she is clearly the victim, but she is living the same life as the culprit, which is really unpredictable.

but...

Fang Yi was also a little apprehensive: "What is the idea of ​​senior sister?"

"Me?" Li Ting blinked his eyes and smiled vaguely, "I have someone I like and I want to see her... Let's live my life in peace and joy."

Fang Yi also couldn't tell what it was like, he felt his heart was being grabbed hard, it was sour and astringent, a little painful, and he wanted to cry for no reason.

She avoided Li Ting's sight in a panic, and asked with indescribable emotions, "Senior, have you found it?"

"found it."

"Then...then congratulations..." Fang Yi also closed his eyes, suppressing the discomfort in his heart.

Li Ting laughed and said: "There is nothing to congratulate, she is so stupid, her life is not good at all."

"Eh? How can you be stupid to be liked by senior sister?" Fang Yiyi's eyes widened.

Li Ting got down from the table, sat on the chair, relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the chair, and said helplessly, "I have bad eyesight."

"Eh..." Fang Yi also felt comforted, and even wanted to add: That senior sister has a bad eye.

There is also a kind of thinking: 'how can a stupid person be worthy of a senior sister'.

Then he suddenly realized what he was thinking, his whole body stiffened immediately, and he began to despise himself, not understanding why he became so despicable and vicious.

Li Ting glanced at her, and casually threw the two non-circular cymbals towards Fang Yiyi.

Fang Yi was also startled, and hurriedly caught it.

"To kill it, just use the content of the two days of practice."

come alive.

Fang Yi also pursed his lips, temporarily put the messy thoughts behind him, tried not to care about the soreness in his heart, held the cymbals tightly, and opened the door at once amidst the continuous knocks on the door.

The back of a head was stuck outside the door.

The back of the head is not necessarily the case. This ghost is wearing a clean and loose white shroud. His body is facing her direction. There are two round protrusions on his chest. His toes are also facing her side. Only his long hair hangs down. But the words of the head are indeed the back of the head.

Ghost Chaofang also rushed over.

Fang Yiyi didn't even think about it, he picked up the cymbal, aimed it at the back of the head in front of him like hitting a sandbag, and shouted a cymbal.

The ghost's reaction was also quick. It raised its hand, firmly grasping the edge of the cymbal with one hand, and poking toward Fang Yiyi's heart with the other hand.

Fang Yiyi has quick eyesight and quick hands. She has practiced grappling for a day and then immediately released it. The other hand let go of the cymbal and grabbed the wrist of the hand that came over from the ghost. The stiff, soft, and inelastic touch made her clearly aware of this is a dead man.

Without hesitation, Fang Yiyi moved to the side, forcibly changed the direction of the ghost's hand, and then twisted it in the opposite direction with all his strength--"click" and the ghost's front forearm was twisted off by her.

Fang Yi also did not expect such a change: "..."

In her imagination, this action should push the ghost down, but she forgot that ghosts are different from people, and the pain will not trigger the body's subconscious self-protection reaction, which will lead to the ghost being demolished directly.

The ghost didn't feel much about the broken arm, the remaining half of the arm waved and waved, and the frequency and amplitude were the same as the other arm, like a machine that had been set.

Fang Yiyi threw his arm to the ground, held the cymbal in the other hand, and raised his foot to kick it.

The moment she lifted her foot, the arm on the ground moved by itself, grabbed Fang Yiyi's ankle, and pulled it aside.

Fang Yiyi was also unprepared when the accident occurred, he was startled when the accident happened, it was too late to defend himself, he fell to the ground hard, his head was dazed, and his eyes turned black.

In her sight, the cymbal fan that she had let go before was just a short distance in front of her eyes. She gritted her teeth, and as soon as she reached out to grab it, her hair rushed over.

The ghost hand didn't let her go, grabbed her ankle and tried to pull it off, Fang Yiyi couldn't run away at all.

In the next second, Fang Yiyi's body was entangled.

The ghost's hair was extremely thin, some even forked, like sharp blades, gradually tightened, she couldn't breathe, couldn't resist, her neck was strangled and bleeding beads.

Fang Yiyi's face turned purple due to lack of oxygen. She glanced at the ghost and found that the ghost had no face on its back either.

Both sides are the back of the head, covered with thick hair with amazing volume.

Seeing that Fang Yi was about to die, Li Ting said, "Can you recite scriptures? Just recite a sentence?"

Even though her ears were already buzzing, all of Li Ting's words still entered her mind, her tone was unhurried, calm and calm.

It was as if she was sure she would win.

Fang also regained his energy and thought about countermeasures.

The other parts of the skin were also strangled, and the blood oozed out and was sucked into the hair. The ghost's hair, which was like withered grass, suddenly became much smoother.

Fang Yi also had a panoramic view of this change, and immediately felt that he was a bottle of human-shaped hair conditioner, helpless and aggrieved.

How could she recite Buddhist scriptures? After thinking about it, Fang Yifu went to the heart before his throat was cut, and shouted with the remaining oxygen: "Life is a drama!"

The effect is immediate and very outstanding.

As soon as the hair loosened, it suddenly stopped!

Fang Yi was also pleasantly surprised, and continued to shout: "We got together because of fate!"

This sentence has no effect, although it is not tightened, but it does not let go, she felt puzzled, "Bu Qi Song" stopped for a while.

The hair grabbed the gap and was tightly wound up again. It was tighter than last time, and a few more strands were added.

Fang Yiyi's neck hurts, and before he suffocates, he hastened to carry on: "It's not easy to support each other..."

While reading the lyrics, she manually untied herself, first tearing off the neck, not to be outdone, her hair was about to move, Fang also pulled a little, and the ghost mended it, but it could only be loosely tied, and could not be tied any more up.

After struggling for several rounds, neither one person nor one ghost was to be outdone, and no one could do anything to the other.

Fang Yi is also angry, at this moment the pain from the cut skin has come up, her whole body is in severe pain, her clothes are torn and covered with blood stains, her physical strength is not good, if she drags on, she will only suffer .

So Fang Yiyi stopped struggling, picked up the cymbal with his hair all over his body, and smashed it hard at the ghost's head.

She pulled the ghost's hair to prevent her from hiding. The ghost wanted to take it back at this time, but it was too late. The weapon he depended on became the heaviest shackle.

Fang Yiyi murmured while smashing: "...Leave the children and grandchildren's trivial matters! Endure hardships and have fun together!"

Behavior contradicts the sentence and is not Buddhist at all.

Steady, precise and ruthless, read a sentence and hit twice, regular and rhythmic, exactly the same as when this ghost knocked on her bedroom door just now.

At first the ghost could still stand, but then his head was smashed, and his broken arm rolled into the sleeve of his white shroud. The ghost tremblingly put away his hair all over the floor, and he knelt straight on the ground.

"Sister!" Fang Yiyi touched the blood on his neck, turned around and shouted loudly.

Li Ting smiled at her, raised his hand, and the ghost in white clothes was enveloped by blue will-o'-the-wisps, and in an instant, the ghost was reduced to ashes and disappeared.

Fang Yiyi sat down on the ground, ignoring the blood on the floor, and sighed: "It's so tiring, physical supersense is not enough, and magic bonus is needed."

"What did you read just now... Buqi Song?" Li Ting asked uncertainly.

"That's right!" Fang Yiyi looked at the rags all over his body, with a sad face: "It tore my skirt, I'm so angry!"

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Quote from "Don't Get Angry"

In the future, Fang will also be a magician who can play musical instruments (no