In the school late at night, Yan Jia knelt on the ground sobbing and crying, holding paper money and burning at the place where Hu Jingjing was found. She apologized over and over again, begging for mercy while repenting.

Luo Shuang and Zhou Fang stood aside and watched. But as Yan Jia's paper money burned more and more, she felt that the temperature around her was getting lower and lower. Luo Shuang subconsciously leaned against Zhou Fang. The main reason was that Si Yang's male god aura was too strong, and she didn't dare to get close at all.

"Senior Zhou, do you feel that it seems to be getting colder and colder?"

Zhou Fang had a talisman on his body, so he could only see that when Yan Jia burned paper, a storm of cold wind circled around the burning pile of paper. It was like sometimes when visiting the grave on the Qingming Festival, when burning paper money, you would see the burned treasury flying into the sky by the wind, but you didn’t feel the coldness. Hearing Luo Shuang’s words, he thought about it and took out a spare talisman from his pocket: “Please hold this, feel it still cold.”

If you feel cold when holding the talisman, it proves that it is probably a ghost. If it is still cold, it is probably because it is just a little wear and the temperature is low at night.

Luo Shuang took the talisman, and the yin wind that was wrapped around her body instantly dissipated, but she did not breathe a sigh of relief. Instead, she became more and more panicked. She was afraid of scaring her cousin, so she could only whisper to Zhou Fang: "Senior Zhou, you're not cold anymore."

Zhou Fang also felt cold and then moved two steps to Si Yang. At this time, it was the most reliable thing to stick to their Yangyang.

At this moment, Luo Shuang suddenly screamed. Yan Jia, who was already trembling, had his feet weakened and fell to the ground. Zhou Fang almost jumped up in shock and grabbed the talisman he was wearing: "What's wrong??!!"

Si Yang almost looked up at the teaching building on the oblique side as Luo Shuang screamed. Luo Shuang also trembled in fear and grabbed Zhou Fang's arm tightly and pointed to the rooftop of the teaching building next to him: "Above, above, do you think there is someone above?"

Although Zhou Fang was afraid, he still subconsciously looked up as Luo Shuang said.

Sure enough, on the rooftop of the teaching building on the oblique side, there was a human-shaped black shadow standing quietly on the edge of the rooftop. It was clearly pitch black on the campus late at night, and at most they could see a blurred shadow, but they not only saw the human-shaped figure, but they could even see it as a girl with long hair. The girl was lowering her head, as if she was standing there quietly staring at their every move.

The girl's long hair and face was creeping white, especially in the dark night, the white seemed to be glowing with a faint green light. They could even see the girl's empty eyes, with a sensation of ghosts, and it made people feel cold when they looked at it.

Yan Jia threw the dark paper in her hand and almost rolled and crawled into Luo Shuang's arms: "Cousin!"

Luo Shuang was very scared herself, but she still held her cousin in her arms to comfort her: "You're not afraid of it, I'm here."

Although Luo Shuang is not the kind of person who has no ghosts in the iron-toothed world, she lives in a modern society that breaks feudal superstitions, so what she sees in front of her completely reorganizes her worldview. What she sees in this way is even more shocking than what she sees in black fingerprints on her cousin’s legs.

Although Zhou Fang had treated Si Yang with Yin fetus last time, he didn't see it with his own eyes. This time he didn't expect to see the so-called ghost with his own eyes, especially the appearance of this female ghost was extremely terrifying. If there were no two girls around him, he would almost rush into Yangyang's arms for protection.

But at least when we were about to pull our feet, the man's face prevailed. He protected the two girls who pounced on him with one hand and held the amulet tightly with the other: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, aren't we just here to negotiate terms with her? Don't worry, Si Yang is so awesome, it's okay."

As soon as Zhou Fang finished speaking, the pile of paper burning on the ground was carried by a gust of cold wind, and slowly turned from the original small vortex to the big vortex. Zhou Fang saw the dark paper that was blown to a height, and was afraid that it would burn to him, so he subconsciously took Luo Shuang and the others back.

At this moment, the dark paper that was already blowing like it was about to reach the sky, suddenly blew towards them by a gust of wind. The dark paper was still filled with sparks. If a large ball suddenly hit people, the weather would be cold in late autumn and I was wearing a little too much. You can imagine what the outcome would be.

The three of them subconsciously reached out to pretend, but the next moment, Si Yang waved his hand, and the large ball of dark paper with sparks was directly dispersed, and even the ashes left after the burning did not fly around, and were directly suppressed to the ground, without splashing any ashes.

The three of them hurriedly ran behind Si Yang, and then couldn't help but look up to look at the rooftop. As a result, the girl on the rooftop had disappeared just now.

Yan Jia could no longer bear it, and was afraid that the sound would be too loud to attract evil spirits, so she had to cover her mouth and suppress her voice and cried. Luo Shuang also shook: "Just just now, was Hu Jingjing driving us away? Senior, is this a particularly troublesome matter?"

Si Yang glanced at the ground and frowned slightly: "That was not Hu Jingjing just now, and Hu Jingjing shouldn't have committed suicide by jumping off the building."

When everyone said this, everyone was stunned. The most surprised was naturally Yan Jia. She always felt that Hu Jingjing was killed by them, and she had always been blamed for her conscience. And because she had a life, she was always facing fear of the future. In addition to being entangled by ghosts, she was naturally more psychologically stressed.

Zhou Fang asked quickly: "So is this school haunted? Hu Jingjing was killed by the female ghost just now? Who is the one who is pestering the three of them?"

Si Yang glanced at the teaching building: "I'll go in and see if you are waiting outside or together. If you are outside, I will draw a circle for you. No matter how powerful the ghost is, it won't hurt you."

Zhou Fang looked at Luo Shuang. If the two girls wanted to stay outside, as the only two boys, they would definitely leave them to give them courage.

After pondering for a moment, Luo Shuang held her cousin's hand tightly: "Let's go in with the senior."

Although it might be even more terrifying inside, just when she saw that the senior was really capable. Although the evil ghosts could not hurt them outside, ghosts never need to do anything directly to hurt people. They can scare people to death by relying on their visual and auditory sense.

Three people who were tremblingly clinging to each other followed Si Yang and walked towards the teaching building. Si Yang asked Yan Jia: "Where is your Guan Hu Jingjing's utility room?"

Yan Jia trembled and said, "On the fourth floor, the fourth floor is close to the next room on the women's restroom."

While climbing the stairs, Si Yang asked: "Is there any legend about ghost stories in your school?"

Zhou Fang swallowed: "Yangyang, we are here to eliminate ghosts, not to explore. At this time, listening to ghost stories, don't you think it will be scary to death?"

Si Yang glanced at him: "I'm afraid you'll come with me."

Zhou Fang tskated lightly: "You don't understand this. This is my experience in life in the future. Compared to the boring life of others, these experiences can be said to be ups and downs. When I get old, I will have themes when I sit on a rocking chair and tell my grandson stories."

Although the current environment is so tense, Luo Shuang couldn't help but smile when she heard Zhou Fang's words. Before Yan Jia could speak, Luo Shuang said: "Every school has similar horror legends. There are more stairs. A female corpse is built into the wall of the basement with cement. There was a western teaching building before. There was a separate toilet outside. It was said before that on rainy days, from the western teaching building, you can see a girl in white clothes standing at the door in the toilet opposite. I heard that many people have seen each class with their own eyes."

When Yan Jia heard this, she couldn't help but look at her cousin, her eyes a little confused, and Zhou Fang said, "Did you graduate from this school?"

Luo Shuang nodded and said, "Yes, but the legend about the West Teaching Building was told by a senior high school senior when I first entered the school year. However, the West Teaching Building had been divided at that time. Isn't there a police station next to the school? The West Teaching Building and the toilet have now become part of the police station, so this high school has become much smaller than before."

Si Yang heard this and said, "Is there any?"

Luo Shuang thought for a while: "There is another one. Our school has an indoor gymnasium. However, if it is rainy, the teacher would rather let students move freely in the classroom. He would not choose to go to the gymnasium to attend classes. Even if he went to class, it would only be a few classes of physical education classes, and everyone went to attend together. It is said that it was because there was once when we went to class, we kept calling one more, but it was normal when it was the turn of one to call one. This kind of thing seemed to have happened more than once.

But every time I clicked on one more in the gymnasium, there would always be an accident in that class. Either I was hit by a car or suddenly fell seriously ill. The most bizarre thing was that there was a senior sister who drowned in her own bathtub on the night when she ordered one more. Although it was confirmed that she slipped her feet and hit the bathtub and fainted. But later everyone stayed away from the gymnasium. Even if she had to go to class, the teacher would never call her again."

After Luo Shuang said that, the four of them had already arrived at the door of the utility room on the fourth floor. Yan Jia hugged Luo Shuang and shivered. They locked Hu Jingjing here that day. She had regretted it almost all the time. If they had just ignored the entangled Hu Jingjing that day and did not lock her up, there would not be so many things now. No matter how annoyed her entanglement, they would have gone their separate ways for half a semester. Why did they do that at that time?

Si Yang pushed the door open with a light push. The school didn't know that Hu Jingjing was locked up that night, and only thought she was overwhelmed by the pressure, so the utility room was not locked. Si Yang looked inside, and there were abandoned desks under the air window that seemed to have been trampled and crawled: "Did you lock the door that day?"

Yan Jia nodded with a pale face: "I, we thought that if Hu Jingjing's mother saw that she had not returned, she would definitely come to the school to look for her, so we didn't think so much, and closed the door and left."

Just then, a giggle came from the other end of the corridor.

Luo Shuang and Yan Jia were so scared that they screamed, and Zhou Fang's entire hair stood up. He turned around and pressed against the wall instinctively, and then turned his head to look over.

At the end of the corridor, there was the girl who had just been on the rooftop. On the dark corridor, there was no idea when the wind started to blow outside, and the leaves were blown rustling. The girl stood at the entrance of the stairs on the other side, giggling at them.

As her laughter became more and more shrill, the wind outside also rose stronger and stronger. Even Zhou Fang was so scared that he was suffocated by the scene in front of him, not to mention the two girls. Yan Jia knelt down with weak legs, shivering constantly, and couldn't even cry.

The female ghost smiled and slowly approached them.

Da, da, da...

Accompanied by the rustling wind, every step seemed to challenge their nerves.

Si Yang stood unmoved, allowing Zhou Fang and the other three to hide behind him. Just as he was about to pinch his hands, he stretched out a pair of ghost-white hands from the fork in the road corridor next to him. The hands were thin withered fingers and black and white nails, and directly grabbed the female ghost who was walking towards them.

Si Yang stopped the choking of his hand. The female ghost's original smile instantly became fierce, and her dark and empty eyes looked fiercely in the direction where she stretched out her arms. At this time, the wind was blowing even harder on the playground outside. The doors and windows were closed and the classrooms began to tremble. The light bulbs also began to flash.

The master of the ghost's white arms seemed to be as good as that of the female ghost. The female ghost's dark nails grabbed the flesh of the arms deeply, and then a shrill scream sounded. However, even though the hands holding the female ghost were caught, they never let go of the flesh, as if they wanted to drag the female ghost away.

Yan Jia, who had originally had weak legs and couldn't even get up, heard the scream and said in horror: "Jingjing! It's Jingjing's voice!"
Chapter completed!