Chapter 6 Leaving No. 7 Middle School
I could only watch Zhou Zheng lose his breath.
Liang Xingyang roared angrily, wanting to pull out the coffin nails and nail this damn human to death.
Yang Jian felt cold all over, this human skin paper was so weird. It didn't look like a cold object at all, but more like a ghost hiding in human skin. Everyone was played by him.
Yang Jian made up his mind that he would not use it if he could in the future? He found that the methods given by the human skin paper all had hidden traps, and these traps were all fatal.
Liang Xingyang fell into silence after roaring, and the confidence brought to him by the extremely clear memory from time traveled was suddenly shattered by the human skin.
Yang Jian was the first to ask: "Zhou Zheng is dead, how should we leave here."
The knocker is still lingering in the ghost world, now is not the time to be sad.
Liang Xingyang thought calmly, "Now that Zhou Zheng is gone, we cannot let Yang Jian crucify the knocker. Once Yang Jian is broken, everyone will be dead."
"Yang Jian is also You won’t take risks just by listening to me. You can only leave No. 7 Middle School now, and the nail in the coffin must be in my hands and cannot be left in the ghost of the knocker.”
Then he said: "Yang Jian, we have to rely on you. Use your ghost eyes to inspire the ghosts to take us out of No. 7 Middle School."
"What's the method?" Yang Jian said solemnly.
Liang Xingyang said: "The ghost is resurrected! If you continue to use the power of the ghost eye, a second ghost eye will grow. As long as the two ghost eyes are superimposed, you can open your own second layer of ghost eyes."< br>
According to the original plot, Yang Jian was bitten by a ghost baby in order to save Wang Shanshan and opened his five ghost eyes.
Eating one of the ghost eyes using the method of human skin made the sixth ghost eye grow. At the last moment, he activated the ghost eyes and led everyone to escape.
But Liang Xingyang knew a better way. As long as the ghost eyes of the two ghost eyes were superimposed, he could escape smoothly and greatly ease the recovery of Yang Jian's ghost eyes.
"Actively revive the ghost?" Yang Jian's expression changed.
Liang Xingyang said: "This is the only plan I know. You still have time to think about it. Let's leave this building first and go to the school gate."
Yang Jian could only agree. , Liang Xingyang gritted his teeth and carried Zhou Zheng's corpse. The weight of the corpse was unexpectedly light, less than eighty kilograms.
The ghost eyes opened the way, and when they walked down the third floor, they met Zhang Wei, Miao Xiaoshan and others.
"Wait a minute, if you are really Yang Jian, then I will ask you what my English name is. You can only answer it once. If you answer it wrong, you are not a human being." Zhang Weidao.
"Ward Gill, Yingbangbang." Yang Jian said.
Liang Xingyang can’t laugh or cry, Zhang Wei is indeed the best comedian.
"Liang Xingyang, why are you carrying Zhou Zheng behind your back? Do you have an abnormal relationship?" Zhang Wei pointed at him with a change of tone.
"Zhou Zheng is dead." Yang Jian interrupted.
"What! Zhou Zheng is dead."
"Who killed him and what happened."
Liang Xingyang stood silently and did not reply.
Miao Xiaoshan on the other side suddenly discovered that Liang Xingyang’s shadow was incomplete. The figure that should have been complete was missing a right arm.
She covered her mouth and did not dare to scream.
After the two parties joined together, they went downstairs, fighting and noisy, and met a group of people milling around in circles.
There were only nine people, and Teacher Wang was missing.
Liang Xingyang asked them doubtfully: "Why is Teacher Wang not with you?"
The nine people were silent, and one of the girls was shaking like chaff when she heard the words.
Liang Xingyang frowned, having a bad guess in his mind.
"Teacher Wang... was killed by a ghost in order to protect us."
One of the boys said hopefully.
Is Teacher Wang so good? When he saw himself being caught by a ghost slave and still hiding far away, he would risk his life to save his students?
They are lying!
Liang Xingyang’s heart sank.
He got it.
Yang Jian was the second to react, but he didn't say anything.
He is not the presiding judge. Teacher Wang is gone. There is no point in judging who is right and who is wrong.
Yang Jian counted the number of people, 19 people.
Let the nine students follow behind and the team started again.
With darkness in all directions, 19 people carefully followed Yang Jian and successfully left the teaching building and arrived at the playground.
"Yang Jian, haven't you thought about it yet?" Liang Xingyang looked at the security booth next to the school gate from a distance and asked softly to the side.
Layer upon layer of darkness is shrouded, and a series of heavy footsteps of a large number of ghost slaves echo in the darkness, which is really frightening.
The ghost slaves are watching them, and there is only one clue missing. The old man who knocks on the door will come to them, such as the call answered by Qian Wanhao.
Suddenly.
"Ding, ring, ring." Many people's phones rang at the same time, all numbers starting with 138.
"Damn it, don't answer the phone at all. That's a call from a ghost slave." Liang Xingyang's expression changed, and he quickly stopped the classmate next to him from answering the phone.
“Especially you, Qian Wanhao.”
Yang Jian’s cell phone was turned off. He glanced at the caller number on Zhang Wei’s cell phone and his face became ugly. He remembered that this number was Left behind by King Thunder and Lightning.
Since Liang Xingyang said that this number was a call from a ghost slave, it meant that the King of Thunder and Lightning had already died when the old man knocked on the first door.
"That audio file is a curse spread by evil spirits." Yang Jian said angrily in his heart.
Many people were frightened by Liang Xingyang’s words, but Qian Wanhao didn’t take it seriously: “Why are you nervous? My caller ID is not a number starting with 138. It is Teacher Wang’s number. Maybe it was called by a survivor. My classmate picked it up and hit him.”
Liang Xingyang didn’t listen to what he said, and punched him hard on the side of his face, causing him to fall down. The plane also flew out, and then he said angrily: "Don't catch us if you want to die."
Zhao Lei next to him also shouted: "Qian Wanhao, you are a bastard, do you have any brains? You are not afraid of the god-like team players. I'm just afraid of teammates who are like pigs."
"Yang Jian, don't worry too much, just opening the second ghost eye is still far from the level of recovery." Liang Xingyang was worried that Yang Jian continued to hesitate. .
Taking the initiative to resuscitate ghost eyes is no different from an old birthday star who hangs himself because he thinks his life is too long.
But the situation forced us to do it.
Yang Jian was thinking about countermeasures crazily, but he took out the human skin paper in his pocket, looked at it solemnly, and asked: "Tell me how to leave No. 7 Middle School."
On the human skin paper Lines of words appeared, telling Yang Jian that he could eat ghost eyes into his stomach. As long as he ate five ghost eyes, he could open the ghost beast. But the last line said that at 5:30, everyone was unable to leave No. 7 Middle School and all died.
“You ghost, do you think I will believe you easily?”
The ghost eye on the back of Yang Jian's hand suddenly became bulging and ferocious, and its weak red light spread out as much as possible over an area. It seemed that it was not powerful enough to form a certain scale.
He chose Liang Xingyang’s plan and took the initiative to use the ghost eyes to revive them.
On the third floor of the teaching building, there is a classroom.
"Dong dong dong." One long and three short dull knocks on the door sounded in the darkness. The female classmate who was hiding under the table and crying stiffened and suddenly collapsed to the ground, breathless.
The old man who knocked on the door in the corridor was about to head to the next classroom with heavy steps. His empty and gray eyes suddenly turned to the direction of the playground, took a step forward, and his entire figure disappeared into the corridor of the floor.
On the playground.
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and felt that a new ghost eye was slowly crawling in the palm of his hand and would soon open.
Suddenly Liang Xingyang was horrified to find that an old man wearing a black gown and his face covered with corpse spots suddenly appeared outside the range of Yang Jian's ghostly red light, and was about to walk in with heavy steps.
A large area of darkness invaded, and pairs of pale hands appeared in the darkness.
“Ah.” Many girls also noticed the situation and started screaming crazily.
Yang Jian groaned, causing the red light to become stronger in an instant.
The pale arms stretched out in the surrounding darkness instantly retracted into the darkness.
The scary old man ignored him and ran straight into the ghost-eyed ghost. An immature ghost with ghost eyes obviously couldn't stop the old man from approaching.
Liang Xingyang was still carrying Zhou Zheng's body, hesitating whether to pull out the coffin nails that nailed the ghost baby to make a last ditch effort.
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, and a second ghost eye appeared.
The two palms are pressed together, and the ghost eyes on the back of the hands open the ghost eyes first. The ghost eyes in the palms of the palms open the second level of ghost eyes in the first layer of immature ghost eyes.
Suddenly.
A dazzling red light passed straight through the campus gate, piercing the ghost of the knocker.
The scary old man took a step back under the red light and quickly stabilized his figure. When he was about to take heavy steps again, there was nothing around him.
All nineteen people on the playground have disappeared. (End of chapter)