Chapter 4 Ghost Eye Yang Jian is online
Liang Xingyang could feel the cold palm on his shoulder, and then the shoulder lost all feeling, gradually spreading to his arm, then to his wrist, and the entire arm It almost doesn’t belong to me anymore.
He struggled wildly, but still couldn't break free from this force.
Teacher Wang also saw it, screamed, and jumped away from him.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.
Liang Xingyang's face was stained with a thin layer of dead ash, like a corpse that had just been hung up.
“That’s Fang Jing?”
“Yes, it’s...Fang Jing.”
“Isn’t he dead? Why does he appear here? Holding Liang Xingyang's shoulder? "
Fang Jing behind him hunched over, grabbing Liang Xingyang's shoulder with a pale and cold hand, his eyes filled with endless unwillingness.
Fang Jing had become a ghost slave. Liang Xingyang showed a wry smile, but without hesitation, he clicked on the audio file on his phone.
I can’t control whether it will attract the old man knocking on the door.
If he doesn't take action, he will die at Fang Jing's hands.
This is absolutely not allowed to happen.
It’s useless!
The knocker's curse has no effect on ghost slaves.
Liang Xingyang gritted his teeth and could only throw the human skin paper hard into Fang Jing's hand.
Fang Jing's hand quickly retracted and disappeared into the darkness, as if it had been burned.
Success!
Yang Jian in the crowd looked thoughtful, holding his cell phone three minutes tighter.
"Only ghosts can deal with ghosts. Zhou Zheng is right. The knock on the door will attract the old man, and the parchment in his hand should also be a strange thing? Although the crisis has been temporarily resolved, what should we do next?" Yang Jian felt a little anxious.
"Great, you're okay." Teacher Wang covered his heart and stood next to Liang Xingyang again.
Liang Xingyang, who successfully resolved the crisis, looked at Teacher Wang coldly and said nothing.
"Yang Jian, you will lead the team next." Liang Xingyang said sincerely to Yang Jian, holding his unconscious hand.
"What is that piece of parchment? If you click on the audio file, the old man will be attracted soon. Is there any point in leading the team?" Yang Jian replied.
"What will attract that old ghost?" Teacher Wang screamed.
The team began to whisper.
“Oh my god, what should I do?”
“How about Liang Xingyang leaves by himself, so as not to implicate us.”
“Woo hoo hoo, I want to go home. .”
"Damn it, are you really going to die here?"
Some girls were frightened to death, crying desperately, their bodies were weak and limp, and they were being supported by others.
Liang Xingyang ignored the discussion of the group of people and said directly to Yang Jian: "Going into the toilet is the only chance of survival. There is something there that can turn the tables."
"How do you know so much? Something?" Yang Jian asked doubtfully.
"I will explain it to you later. Don't hesitate. If you stop for too long, the ghost slave will come looking for you." Liang Xingyang said.
"Okay, I believe you." Yang Jian secretly remembered the word ghost slave in his heart, turned his eyes and nodded.
At this time, Teacher Wang did not move, and the students did not follow them into the toilet.
"Liang Xingyang will be visited by ghosts, and I can't follow him." Half of Teacher Wang's face was looming in the darkness, and he seemed to be talking to himself, but his voice was slightly louder.
"Teacher Wang, please lead the team, we believe in you!"
"Yes, Teacher Wang, we believe in you!"
Some male and female students shouted quickly.
Liang Xingyang frowned, he seemed to understand Teacher Wang's thoughts.
"Could it be that the scene where Fang Jing sacrificed his classmates will happen again?" He guessed in his heart.
"Come with me, I won't harm everyone." Liang Xingyang said in a sincere tone.
Everyone remained silent, no one met his eyes, and no one responded.
Liang Xingyang also understood.
But there are only so many feelings, and good words can't persuade a damn person to die.
Liang Xingyang raised his hand and waved goodbye to his classmates.
How many people survive next depends on God’s will.
In the twenty minutes after the two parties parted ways, Liang Xingyang was not in a good situation.
There was no end to the darkness in front of them, and the two of them moved forward non-stop in the toilet. More than twenty minutes passed. Logically speaking, this was absolutely impossible. Both of them knew that the distance traveled was far larger than the area of the toilet.
"Damn it, what exactly is a ghost? That Zhou Zheng didn't even mention it during his lecture. Liang Xingyang, can you tell me?" Yang Jian was a little anxious.
The ghosts changed reality. Liang Xingyang covered his head and moved forward silently, saying softly: "You will know soon."
In the future, no one will play ghosts better than Yang Jian.
Yang Jian groaned: "There is no need to play riddles, now we are grasshoppers on the same rope."
Liang Xingyang said in a deep voice: "What about you? Why did you choose to follow me even though you knew the knocker would be attracted by me?"
"You said that knocking on the door is a curse. I have read the forum "Thunder and Lightning Dharma King's post, I should be the one who attracted that old man, he won't let me go, so I have no choice." Yang Jian stopped for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he said seriously, "If I had a choice, I would go to bed early and wake up early, study hard and make progress every day, and never read ghost stories again."
"Intuition tells me, You don't look like someone who will die easily."
Liang Xingyang replied. There is also Kung Fu nonsense, no wonder this extremely adaptable guy was able to escape from No. 7.
"You can still laugh." Yang Jian said in surprise.
"Don't worry, just listen."
Liang Xingyang made a gesture, although it was dark around and Yang Jian couldn't see it.
"Tick tock..."
The sound of dripping water from the faucet sounded.
"Based on our footsteps, we should have left the toilet area, so why is there the sound of water."
"Tap, step."
A series of footsteps grew louder from behind, like a stiff corpse walking quickly with heavy steps.
"Wait, there are footsteps." Yang Jian reminded him alertly.
"Fang Jing is behind us, run!" Liang Xingyang was startled when he heard this, and started running wildly after shouting loudly.
Yang Jian's reaction was not slow at all. The two of them lifted their legs almost simultaneously and quickened their pace.
The two of them ran frantically toward the sound of dripping water, neither one daring to take a step slower than the other.
But.
No matter how the two people ran, the footsteps behind them still followed closely and lingered.
At this moment, Yang Jian was in a more anxious mood than Liang Xingyang, because his mobile phone was almost out of battery.
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and ran wildly, his heart sank, and his phone went off.
After such a short trance, I found that I was already two positions behind Liang Xingyang.
Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in the darkness in front of me.
The light appears faintly red, especially bright in the dark.
Yang Jian didn't have time to appreciate it. The hand behind him had already touched his neck. He could feel the cold breath teasing the pores of his skin. It was almost too late.
Yang Jian gritted his teeth, unwilling to give up that glimmer of hope. The adrenaline in his body seemed to hear the command, and his body suddenly became lighter, and his speed suddenly increased.
Liang Xingyang's eyes widened and he watched Yang Jian pass him, in disbelief.
Are children of planes so terrifying?
The red light in the darkness became more and more dazzling, and the footsteps behind him gradually slowed down, as if they did not dare to get closer.
Yang Jian arrived at the location where the red light was emitting one step earlier. He braked while panting like a cow, and tried to reach out and touch something that looked like a glass bead.
“Ah...”
When Liang Xingyang heard Yang Jian's screams, he took a deep breath and smiled.
Finally.
Ghost Eye Yang Jian is online. (End of this chapter)