Although I really wanted Yu Xing to have a good sleep, Qu Yanqing woke Yu Xing up before going out.
"I'll go check the dormitory building, you go back." She met Shang Yu Xing's slightly cautious look when she woke up, her fingers trembled, trying to maintain her usual tone.
Yu Xing narrowed his eyes and woke up completely from his shallow sleep. He held his chin with one hand and looked at Qu Yanqing, with his mouth rising: "Okay."
"You go, I'll leave myself later, and..." He raised his eyes and raised his eyes. When everyone looked at him from this perspective, they probably felt different, such as horror, stunning, or peace of mind.
"Don't worry, I won't give you a chance to be sad."
Qu Yanqing paused, then turned his head and looked serious: "This is what you said. Then I'll leave."
"Peng."
The dormitory door made a slight sound, and the girl's figure disappeared, but Yu Xing's smile gradually expanded. He held his forehead with his other hand, and the bangs that were getting longer and longer on the forehead were all scattered on the back of his hands, soft and cold.
"The witch...this is your purpose."
"Let my curse and the power to support this ghostly tree?"
"Hahahahahahahahaha..."
Feeling inexplicable sleepiness, Yu Xing's eyes gradually became crazy.
The power of curses brought about physical weakness, and his thinking never dissipated, but was influenced by the ghost tree, and that power was devouring his spirit all the time.
This is to completely use him as a nourishment and merge with the ghost tree.
His smile could hardly be controlled. Although it was not as refreshing as the last moment of the tomb palace, the gloomy and pathological it exuded was enough to make people "polluted". This is a crazy factor.
"Waiting for me..." Yu Xing smiled enough, raised his face slightly, and murmured to the void in front of him, "When I catch you, I will punish you well."
...
The shadows flowed silently in the darkness, a slender figure wrapped in the night, and its scarlet eyes were like gems, extremely dangerous.
"What a strange feeling, so boring..."
When Zhao Yijiu heard him think so, his tone was a little frivolous.
"Did you see those branches growing at the boundary point? They are dense, like a big net."
At this moment, there seemed to be a lot of transparent branches in Zhao Yijiu's sight. They grew wildly, climbed on the wall, and occupied all space.
The branches rubbed each other and made a huge noise. He stood alone in the gap between the branches, looking so small.
"I'm on the net, is Yu Xing there too? Hahaha... Guess what this tree did to Yu Xing to make Yu Xing's mood so unstable? If he was fine, even I wouldn't see these branches-"
"Shut up!" Zhao Yijiu suddenly became gloomy and scolded in his mind. All the sounds disappeared in an instant, along with the branches in front of him, and the rumbling sound in his ears shattered like bubbles.
He let out an uncontrollable breath, and a few drops of cold sweat flowed down his temples. In the corner, the breathing of several mice was chaotic for a moment and almost woke up.
It was the consciousness of the evil ghost... Zhao Yijiu frowned and looked unconsciously towards the direction of the female bedroom. She could only see the solid wall.
"..." He was silent and stood there and eased.
To use the power of shadow, you need to use some evil spirits' abilities and are easily influenced by evil spirits, but tonight the evil spirit's consciousness was very quiet and did not come out to disturb him.
But just now, he suddenly felt something change around him, and his palpitations spread in his soul, just as horrors were approaching from all directions.
The evil ghost came out to make trouble at this moment.
Are the things he saw... real?
What does this thing have to do with Yu Xing? Gui Chenshu?
But the feeling I just appeared is gone now. Zhao Yijiu's face was cold. Although he wanted to rush to the female bedroom immediately to take a look, he still remembered what his mission was and believed that Yu Xing could handle it... Even if Yu Xing got crazy, Qu Yiqing was there.
After all, every time a ghost appears, he spends half of his time trying to get his mentality, so he cannot believe everything.
He returned to the shadow in silence, and continued along the shadows what he hadn't done. His figure was illusory and obscure, and only his blood-colored eyes could prove that he was a physical person.
...
William is a third-grade student living on 407 on the fourth floor of the male bedroom. The night is getting dark. He turns on the small light in his compartment, and is tired but used to flipping through books.
For him, he only had three hours of sleep, and every other minute and every second was his time to read and write the test paper. His scores could only be considered as mid-level. Every big test seemed to have barely crossed the line of death, and would always be more than ten points higher than the line of death. But good luck would not favor him every time, finally once - maybe it was the next time, he would be eliminated.
If he doesn't work hard, he knows very well what terrible things he will encounter.
Both of his roommates were not asleep yet, pressing their voices and reciting the formula. William scratched his head and was disturbed by the sound of his roommate memorizing the formula more than once. I don’t know what happened tonight, but it was difficult for him to concentrate, and he was vaguely irritated, as if the surrounding magnetic field was not suitable for him.
"The third mountain range in the north...North Ultraman West Strait...Blackwater Ranch..."
There were geography books on the table, and William stared at the lines of words, feeling that no matter whether he was memorizing or reading them, the words could not enter his mind.
Anxiety...hardness...and sleepiness...negative emotions hovered beside him, William opened his own water cup, took a sip of water, and tried to calm himself down.
"Dong, dun, dun!"
Suddenly, three doors sounded outside, and the sound of the three people in the dormitory ended abruptly. A cold sweat emerged from their backs. William turned his head one after another, rusting. He and his roommate living in the compartment behind him all saw a hint of uncertainty and fear in the other person's eyes.
"Is it... someone... knocking on the door?"
The roommate made the voice very low. William carefully identified it before hearing what he was saying, and then nodded in horror.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I don't know, maybe it's another voice, we heard it wrong." Another roommate said with a little courage and a little confused.
"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"
But the knock on the door came again, scaring the three of them to the point of trembling. William swallowed with fear on his face.
Oh my God, why would anyone knock on the door at this time?
There are all kinds of ghosts outside. They don’t even dare to go out to the bathroom, but the dormitory has always been very safe. I have never heard of anyone missing after sleeping well. Why today...?
Yes, ordinary students don’t even dare to go to the toilet, so who will knock on the door outside?
"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong..."
Since none of the three responded, the knocking sound outside the door became very rapid. There was a stance that no one would knock on the door if they opened it. The bold roommate stood up tremblingly, and did not let them urge them. He walked to the door tremblingly, and then turned around and signaled them to follow with his eyes.
It’s so scary that I stand alone by the door.
William walked over gently, stood behind his bold roommate, so close that the knock on the door seemed very harsh. The roommate boldly asked outside the door, "Who is it?"
"I finally reacted. I thought I was asleep with the light on." A very polite voice came from outside the door.
Then there was a gentle voice with a slight nobility: "Don't be afraid of students inside. We just heard that there are students in your dormitory who are good at studying. I want to come over and ask for some questions about study."
So, was it because they saw the lights coming out of the crack in the door that they were sure that the people in their dormitory were not sleeping? Yes, they forgot to turn off the lights in the public areas, and the lights could be seen by people in the corridor.
When William and his roommates heard such a smooth and unmalignant voice, they breathed a sigh of relief, but then the bold roommate became solemn and his eyes became even more terrified.
"If you have any questions, please ask me tomorrow. We are planning to go to bed," said the brave roommate, desperately winking William.
Who would have a late night because he would not risk leaving the dormitory because he would ask other students for advice. Don’t they know that other students are also afraid of opening the door?
And... I heard that there are classmates who are good at studying in our dormitory. Who did you say?
William scratched his head, and it seemed that their dormitory was a poor student... No, it was considered a mid-range player.
He was shocked.
So people outside don’t know the real situation in their dormitory at all, so why do you lie? Since it’s a lie, you definitely won’t come to ask for questions about learning. What is the purpose of knocking on their door?
It's so scary. Are their dormitory going to be attacked by ghosts? It can't be opened, and it can't be opened even if it's beaten to death!
"Well, so that's it." The voice outside paused, as if he had learned something from their silence. "The people in this dormitory are not very good at studying."
Another voice said: "I'm really bad luck, so it seems that the door will not be opened..."
William and his roommate trembled and listened to the discussion of luck outside as if no one was around. They looked at each other and were about to turn off the lights, pretending to be deaf and wrapping them in the quilt to sleep directly, when they heard the sound outside becoming tough: "That's all that is the case. Students in the dormitory, listen well, we are not ghosts and are not restricted by the rules of the dormitory."
"Now we open the door, we just go in and chat. If we don't open it, we will smash the door open~"
"Don't listen, this must be the sweet words of ghosts. I heard those classmates who have experienced ghost attacks say that ghosts will imitate the tone of living people to deceive us so that they can achieve their goals!" The roommate took a step back and almost stepped on William's feet.
"Peng!"
Responding to him was a collision, the dormitory door trembled, and a thin crack appeared in the stunned eyes of the two.
Great...
William was shocked, his heartbeat accelerated wildly. He fled back in horror, leaving his bold roommate alone to guard the door.
"Damn, coward! Are you loyal?" The roommate complained that just now, the door was hit hard again. The dull sound could probably be heard far along the corridor.
The cracks in the door are solid. If this door is really knocked away, it is unknown whether they can live here from now on.
To be continued...