The father outside the house rushed in and said, "Daughter, what's wrong with you?"
I saw my daughter's eyes stagnant and she looked straight in the mirror. But in the mirror, there was only her white little face.
"Dad, I have something on my back." Zhang Yue's voice was trembling.
Dad didn't see anything in the mirror, and he was a little confused. Although it was very hard to take care of his daughter alone, he had never let her suffer any sin. Could it be that the daughter was bullied at school and had psychological problems?
He has no education, so he can only think so much.
"Daughter, do you feel wronged?" Zhang Da asked.
The daughter shook her head, sat on the floor, curled up in a ball with her knees in her hands.
"Daughter, what are you up to you? You said that." Dad was anxious.
"I'm fine." Zhang Yue finally calmed down. She had no way to explain what happened to her in recent times. She couldn't believe her father after saying it.
She looked at the mirror with panic. She was the only one sitting alone in the mirror, with nothing on her back. It was as if everything just now was just an illusion.
"Relax, Zhang Yue, relax. That thing cannot be followed by me home."
Seeing that his daughter finally calmed down, although his father was a little relieved. He decided to go to school tomorrow to find his daughter's head teacher and see what was going on. His daughter was fine when she was sent to school last week, but why did she start to have problems after not seeing her for a week?
Zhang Yue sat alone on the dormitory floor and got up after a while.
She walked to the bathroom and wanted to go to the bathroom to breathe a sigh of relief. When she saw the bathroom opposite, her heart, which had calmed down a little, began to beat violently.
Her whole body suddenly stopped all movements.
Although Zhang Yue's family lives in a slum, the house is pretty good. Her room is not big, but her father specially built a small bathroom in the dormitory during the renovation to prevent her, a girl, from sharing the toilet with her and a big man.
My father looks big and thick, but he definitely loves his daughter a lot.
But Zhang Yue now saw a strange scene, and the toilet lid in her bathroom was lifted.
She is the only one who uses this bathroom. My dad never comes in. And when she just returned to the dormitory, she clearly saw that the toilet lid was put down properly.
Who turned up the toilet lid?
An ominous premonition surged in her heart. Could it be that thing really came back with her?
The girl was so busy that she wanted to stand up, but she couldn't move. The chill in her heart kept chilling to her throat. She saw the toilet not far from her trembling, as if something was trying to crawl out inside.
The whole room was shaking.
A cold and gloomy sound of running water kept coming from the toilet, as if something was swallowing the sewer in the toilet. Soon, something like long black hair surged out of the toilet's eyes. The black hair was stained with stinky shit and urine, as if each of them had life. As soon as the worm crawled out of the toilet, it moved towards Zhang Yue.
Zhang Yue screamed, and as the long hair was about to drown her, she finally recovered her movements. She was so scared that she stumbled open the door and wanted to escape.
The door was as if it was welded to death. No matter how she dragged it, she couldn't drag it away. She screamed and bumped into the door, and outside the door, my father who was supposed to return to her bedroom seemed to hear something.
How is it possible? It is obvious that the two bedrooms are separated by a thin door panel. The house where my father could hear the snoring sounds very clearly, Zhang Yue suddenly found that there was no time in his dormitory.
Except for the sound of his own door-bumping, all the sounds disappeared without a trace.
Zhang Yue was creepy. She watched her disgusting long hair get closer and closer to her, almost touching her body and submerging her.
Suddenly, the long hair screamed silently. It was like a cat that was stepped on its tail, retreating a little abruptly. It retracted into the toilet and there was no movement.
Just when Zhang Yue was scared, there were a few knocks outside the door. Then the noise unique to the slum streets began to come from the cochlea, and the sound came back.
My father's voice also came in: "Daughter, I think you are very tired recently. Our ancestors have uploaded a talisman, which is said to be safe. Although I have no great prospects, I can't give you a good life. But this talisman inherited by the ancestral is really useful, and you can calm your mind if you wear it. I will pass it on to you now. I hope you will be smooth and don't have so many worries!"
My father was still a little worried. He was afraid that his daughter would be under too much pressure and that there was a mental problem. After thinking about it, he walked around the living room for several times, and finally he thought of the talisman passed down from his ancestors.
He didn't notice how magical this talisman was when he was young. However, his ancestors have valued this amulet very much for generations. It doesn't matter, as long as it is helpful to his daughter, even if it is just spiritual. After all, he has heard of the competition in private high schools.
As he said that, he pushed the amulet in from under the door.
Zhang Yuezheng was surprised and didn't understand why the damn thing suddenly retreated. Hearing her father's voice, she subconsciously looked down and was immediately shocked.
As soon as this ancestral amulet of Lao Shizi was pushed into the dormitory, the surface was torn to pieces, revealing a paper talisman like a ghost-painted talisman inside. The paper talisman began to emit a faint white light in the coldness of the room.
Outside the white aperture, there were streams of black smoke churning endlessly, with awesome ghostly aura and as depressed as rain. When the white light shone, Zhang Yue suddenly realized that his bedroom had already become a gloomy ghost domain.
Countless black gas flowed in the bedroom, and the so-called amulet painted some words that were completely incomprehensible and the patterns of a building. The light it emitted was also very weak. But it was this fragile light that firmly continued to illuminate everything and resisted the black gas.
It illuminated Zhang Yue's glimmer of vitality.
Zhang Yue was completely exposed in this scattered ghost energy, and the gloomy aura was constantly weakening the yang energy on her body. She was chilling all over, and she instinctively moved closer to the amulet. The closer she got, the more her fear dissipated.
Finally, she firmly grabbed the amulet on the ground, as if she had grabbed the life-saving straw. A trace of enlightenment rose from somewhere, and Zhang Yue knew very well that if she hadn't been this amulet, she would probably not be able to survive tonight.
Chapter completed!