"Woooo~!"

In a long corridor full of artistic atmosphere, there were bursts of strange crying sounds, like evil ghosts asking for their lives.

At the end of the gallery, a Feng Shui painting hangs.

It was a cemetery in the wilderness.

There is no tombstone in front of the grave. A man in white mourning clothes cannot tell the difference between male and female. He kneels in front of the grave, his body stiff and motionless. The pervasive sound of crying at the grave comes from this painting.

The crying grew louder and louder.

The Graveweeper also seems to have come to life.

An even more terrifying scene happened.

The Graveweeper walked out of the painting, half of his body already exposed.

The remaining half is emerging from the painting.

It wears a white filial piety hat on its head, and a white cloth hangs down to cover its face, leaving half of its outline faintly exposed. There is an aura of death all over its body, without any breath of life.

The player whose ID is [Long Juezi] is watching all this in horror.

His name is Yang Feng, and he is an ordinary horror game player.

He got separated.

I strayed into the realm of ghost stories.

Triggered the murderous pattern of the Graveweeper.

This ubiquitous cry is a manifestation of supernatural power.

He couldn't control himself, his eyes gradually became moist, and his expression became sad.

He covered his ears, but the sound kept coming.

What made him even more desperate was that not only could he not control his face, he couldn't even control his movements. He began to move and knelt down towards the graveyard in the painting.

The supernatural power was controlling him, making him kneel down and weep in his grave.

Yang Feng was filled with panic and fear, reaching the extreme.

The horror level of this ghost is too high.

No living person can resist it.

His expression was extremely sad and he was about to cry.

Yang Feng tried his best to endure it, but the moisture in his eyes was beyond his control, and the sadness in his heart reached the extreme.

He looked at the information on the chat interface and felt desperate.

"Tap tap tap..."

At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded.

Yang Feng was shocked.

Human? Or ghost?

He glanced back from the corner of his eye.

More and more terrifying.

It's a ghost!

It's the eighth weirdest story on campus, the one with the head and the corpse.

Yin Chai walks, and ghost ropes hang down behind him to lift the ghost up.

"It's over!"

Yang Feng was completely desperate.

There are grave-weeping ghosts in front of us, and there are evil things behind us.

It was impossible for him to run away.

He finally sent a message to remind other players not to come.

This gallery will become the most dangerous place on campus.

And he will be the first victim.

Tap tap tap...

The footsteps are getting closer.

It was like a drum beating in his heart, making him palpitate.

Close, getting closer.

Yang Feng tensed his body, waiting for death...

"What are you doing kneeling here?"

A voice sounded in his ear.

Yang Feng suddenly raised his head.

Then he saw Shen Jian's normal human face, looking down at him.

Rows of hung bodies floated around him.

Yang Feng:......

Thank you, this is scarier.

"You...you are human!?"

At this moment, Yang Feng said in horror.

Because he noticed the player message on Shen Jian's head.

【King of Yama himself】

【Level:10】

Yang Feng was stunned.

Player?

This guy is actually a player!

The eighth weirdest thing on campus that they said was actually a player?

"Hey, why are you talking? Of course I'm a human, isn't it obvious?"

Shen Jian lowered his head and glanced at himself.

He has a nose and eyes, a heartbeat and breathing, and he can sing and dance rap, but why was he expelled?

Yang Feng:......

He glanced at the dozen ghosts around him and collapsed.

Brother, you are haunted by evil spirits, just like your little brother. Do you believe that you are a human being?

"Woooo~!"

The faint crying continued.

The supernatural fatal curse paused for a moment and then evolved directly to the third stage.

The cry was dry and hoarse, and could not be described in words.

There is an inexplicable weirdness everywhere.

The sadness that Yang Feng had just stopped suddenly emerged again.

"Ma Dan, I just wanted to say it, you are crying in the grave, why are you crying so unpleasantly?"

Shen Jian cursed.

He turned around and walked in the direction of the Graveweeper.

Yang Feng was startled: "Brother, don't be rash. The closer you get to it, the more you can't help but think..."

Snap!

The words have not yet been spoken.

The crisp sound of his pussy drowned out the crying.

Yang Feng:??!

He was completely confused.

His pupils were shocked as he looked at everything in front of him.

Grave Crying Ghost:???

The grave-crying ghost was also confused.
To be continued...