Thinking of the terrifying evil ghost, Yao Feng's heart thumped and calmed down again.

The evil ghost in the nightmare who was wearing a shabby Queliang Zhongshan outfit, lowered his head in a posture that ordinary people could not do, and would never see his appearance, would strangle you to death when he turned around.

Will the current situation be the same?

Because of this reason, Yao Feng dared not look back.

Yao Feng's mind is very confused now. He can hardly tell whether it is a reality or a nightmare. He can only act on his instinct. His instinct is the various survival habits he has developed in nightmares in the past three years.

Even though those weird hairs had already wrapped around his neck tightly, suffocating him, he did not move.

Because in my dream, Yao Feng once had an experience of being accidentally chased by a ghost who bowed his head and strangled his neck from behind. As long as he didn't look back, he wouldn't be strangled to death in a short period of time.

On the contrary, if you turn back or resist, you will surely die.

Yao Feng didn't know if this situation is applicable. In short, he instinctively told him that he should not look back or move around, such as tearing his hair, shouting, etc., which are even more taboos.

That may die faster.

But the reality is different from what Yao Feng expected.

The speed of his hair tightening was obviously beyond Yao Feng's expectations. Within a few seconds, Yao Feng could no longer breathe. His eyes were raised, his mouth was opened, and his throat made a giggling sound, and he could no longer breathe.

At this time, Yao Feng was almost knocked out, and his will to survive immediately took the upper hand.

"I don't want to die!"

Yao Feng only had this idea in his mind.

In order to survive, Yao Feng could no longer care about that much. Now he couldn't scream, so he could only instinctively reach out and tear the hair from his neck.

But it's useless.

Moreover, when Yao Feng moved, the speed of tightening his hair was indeed accelerating, and more hair appeared from behind and wrapped around Yao Feng's neck and face. Half of his face was wrapped in hair.

The hair was tight and extremely tough. In a few seconds, Yao Feng was already confused and his hands were exhausted. He could only scratch his hair that was tighter and tighter on his neck.

It's over!

Yao Feng only had this idea in his mind.

In a trance, a light suddenly appeared in front of me, like a small flame, emitting a faint light. Yao Feng tried hard to look up and saw something in front of him.

A bronze oil lamp.

It's like a cultural relics in a museum.

"Illusion?" Yao Feng felt very irritating in an instant. How could the bronze oil lamp that he saw in Wangchuan Tower in his dream last night appear here?

Yao Feng had already started rolling his eyes, but at this moment he used his last strength to reach forward, trying to grab the bronze oil lamp.

Doing this was already a trance-like action by Yao Feng. Of course, Yao Feng had a guess, but he was not sure, so he could only reach out to grab it as a dead horse.

At this time, his hair had completely covered Yao Feng's face. Looking from the side, Yao Feng's entire head was wrapped in a ball of black hair, and behind him, there was a person standing close to his body.

The man turned his back to Yao Feng, with black hair.

Yao Feng's eyes were covered with hair and could no longer see anything. He could only reach out and grab it. Perhaps because of his luck, he caught something.

The next moment, Yao Feng felt a burning heat surged up his whole body in an instant along his palm.

The fire started to burn.

As Yao Feng speculated, when the bronze oil lamp touches, it will instantly cause fire.

This is suicide.

But Yao Feng's life was already hanging by a thread just now. He thought that he would die no matter how far he was, so it would be better to die with the ghost behind him.

If you force me, I will burn you to death!

The flames exploded, and the hair on the face and neck instantly contracted. Yao Feng felt his neck and face relax, and he collapsed on the ground, breathing in big breaths, and at the same time turned his head to look.

In an instant, Yao Feng was stunned by what he saw.

A figure behind him was already covered by flames, making a harsh scream, swinging wildly, trying to get rid of the flames, but it was useless.

What's strange is that the flames burn very much, but there is no pungent smell of smoke.

In just a few seconds, the screams came to an abrupt end, the figure was burned to pieces, and the flames also went out and disappeared without a trace.

Bang!

The lights are on.

Yao Feng sat on the ground in a strange position, looking at the intact toilet, without any trace of smoke and fire. The toilet was clean, as if what he had just happened was just a dream.

Is it really a dream?

At this time, Yao Feng lowered his head and saw something falling on the floor of the toilet.

A bronze oil lamp.

Not a dream!

Yao Feng calmed down and tried to stand up, but his legs and hands were trembling a little, and he couldn't use any force. He tried several times before he stood up. Yao Feng believed that if he hadn't just finished it, he would have been very likely to have peed his pants just now.

No matter who encounters the kind of thing just now, it is impossible for Yao Feng to perform better.

Yao Feng didn't want to stay in this toilet for a moment, but before he left, he looked at the bronze oil lamp on the ground, gritted his teeth, wrapped his clothes, picked up the thing and stuffed it into his pocket.

The door that could not be opened before was opened normally at this moment. Yao Feng immediately rushed out in one step. He first looked outside, but there was no one.

It is also normal in the car. From his perspective, you can see passengers dozing off and playing with their mobile phones.

Looking back at the toilet is also very normal.

At this time, a passenger came over there and walked into the toilet with paper in his hand. Yao Feng hurriedly moved away, watched the other party walk in, closed the door, and then heard the sound of flushing inside.

Everything is normal.

This made Yao Feng feel dazed.

He returned to the seat in a daze. Yao Feng's mind was in a mess. He didn't even know how he got back. Even the pretty girl beside him had no intention of taking a look.

What Yao Feng is thinking now is, what's going on?

Dreaming again?

Absolutely not!

But what was the thing in the toilet just now?

I was almost strangled to death just now.

There is also the bronze oil lamp that I just dreamed of last night, how did it really appear? How did this thing come out? Superpower or supernatural phenomenon?

Yao Feng could feel the things in his pockets of his clothes, hard and cold, but Yao Feng knew that this bronze oil lamp was very dangerous. He was burned to death by this thing in his dream, but just now, it was this thing that saved him. If it weren't for the flames released from the bronze oil lamp just now, he would have been cold.

It is also because of this reason that Yao Feng plucked up the courage to take the bronze oil lamp away.

Again, this is also evidence.

Without the bronze oil lamp, Yao Feng would most likely regard his experience as a delusion, an hallucination, and a precursor to some serious mental illness.

After all, what happened just now completely exceeded Yao Feng’s understanding of the past twenty years and beyond his understanding of the world.

At this time, a flight attendant who was selling things pushed the cart and walked gently, "yelling" all the way. Yao Feng would never buy trains. After all, even if it was just a bottle of mineral water, it was much more expensive than outside. But this time, he asked for a bottle of mineral water, paid the money, turned it open and drank it in one breath.

It seems that only in this way can Yao Feng calm down.

"Young man, are you okay? Why are you sweating so much?" An old man opposite asked with concern, and Yao Feng waved his hand quickly and said that he was okay.

The bronze oil lamp in his pocket once again reminded Yao Feng that the scene just now was not a nightmare he did when he was dozing off, but a real thing.

But the problem follows. If it really happened, why did the toilet have no traces of being burned by the fire? You should know that the flames were burning very much at that time. Yao Feng even thought it would cause a tragic fire.

But I was not burned, and the toilet walls and roofs were as intact as before, which was something I couldn't figure out.

Also, why did the toilet door suddenly fail to open, why did the lights suddenly turn off, and why did that ghost attack me?

Yao Feng, who had just calmed down, was frustrated by countless questions again.

The next moment, Yao Feng looked up and saw something, and hurriedly got up and walked out.

What he saw was a flight attendant.

The other party's uniform gave Yao Feng a sense of security, and Yao Feng also realized what happened just now. He had to tell me that such a strange thing happened on the train, so they had to care about it.

As a result, Yao Feng stepped forward and pulled the other person aside in a nervous manner, stuttering and describing what happened just now. The more he talked, he became more and more excited, and he danced with all his hands and feet.

"Comrades in the flight police, there are ghosts on your train. The kind of person with long hair can strangle their necks. I was almost strangled to death just now. It's too dangerous. Go and take a look."

The policeman on the opposite side had no expression on his face, staring at Yao Feng with a pair of eyes a little furious, and then asked: "How much have you drunk?"

Yao Feng was stunned and angry.

"I didn't drink. What I said just now is true. Look at my neck." Yao Feng raised his head and pointed at his own neck.

The flight attendant took a look and said, "It's true that there were traces on Yao Feng's neck, and some of the blood marks were quite deep."

But what the other party said was too unreliable.

There are evil ghosts in the toilet who use long hair to tie people. Isn’t this nonsense?

Seeing Yao Feng’s emotions excited, the police officer was patient: “Okay, don’t worry, take me to see which toilet is there.”

At the door of the toilet, when the convenient people inside came out, the flight attendant walked in and turned around and asked Yao Feng: "Where is the evil ghost you are talking about?"

Yao Feng didn't know what to say at this time.

He was so excited that he looked for the flight attendant just now, but when he thought about it carefully, how could the other party believe in him?

There is no evidence.

By the way, that bronze oil lamp.

Yao Feng immediately took out the bronze oil lamp from his pocket: "Comrade of the flight attendant, I used this to ignite a fire and burned the evil ghost."

fire!

"Did you light the fire in the car?" The police officer frowned and looked at Yao Feng up and down, his eyes a little scary.
Chapter completed!