The weirdos surrounding Jian Yao's bed suddenly spread out to the left and right as if they had received some instructions, revealing a space in the middle that could accommodate a person.
A long-haired creature with a swollen head like a pig's head walked from the outer layer to the gapped position, staring at Jian Yao with squinted eyes. Those who didn't know thought she had beaten them into this shape.
Jian Yao had been lying on the bed sleeping just now. At this time, she didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, she felt that these weird people were trying to anger her.
"Okay, do you want to come directly or go through the procedure?" Jian Yao stopped being polite and asked directly.
She gave the monsters two choices. The first was to be beaten by her until they screamed. The second was to be beaten by her until they screamed, but one was earlier and the other was later.
It was obvious that their pig-headed head made strange noises from its mouth, which sounded like it had broken its own back molars.
It looked at her with a look that wanted to kill Jian Yao, and finally spit out a sentence from its mouth: "You are really good, you will regret it."
I don’t know what these monsters were worried about. They didn’t attack her, but just stared at her with a penetrating look. Maybe it’s because they haven’t met the conditions for them to kill?
The pig-headed monster resisted his desire to tear Jian Yao into pieces and continued to say in a cold tone: "Get out of bed quickly, didn't we agree to tell a story tonight?"
Jian Yao's first reaction was "There is such a good thing."
Thinking of this, she immediately jumped out of bed.
I saw seven more white candles appearing in the open space in the middle of the room.
The white candle was burning, with green flames emerging from the head of the candle, and white wax oil sliding to the ground, leaving little traces.
What was even weirder than the sudden appearance of seven more candles in the room was that the six weirdos were sitting in front of the six candles, looking at her with weird smiles on their heads, just like the empty ones.
The position of the seventh candle looks like some weird magic circle.
Jian Yao faced their eager eyes and sat calmly in front of the seventh candle.
And the moment Jian Yao sat down, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the room with the doors and windows closed, and the green light on the seven candles swayed violently in the direction of the wind, as if
It looks like it will go out at any moment.
The pig-headed monster looked at Jian Yao, and remembered that he had just stood at the head of her bed to wake her up, and she treated her like a mosquito and beat her severely, and the hatred in his heart surged up unconsciously. More
.
After the process is completed, it must give this human a little color later!
"Today is a day for storytelling in our dormitory. Let's start with me, the boss of the dormitory, and then move on to the last person." The pig-headed man glared at Jian Yao strangely and said.
"A long time ago, besides our school, there was actually another school here. It was a school established in ancient times. It was dedicated to teaching those scholars who wanted to obtain fame..."
The green candlelight casts a strange light and shadow on the weird face of the pig head, and those who are timid may faint immediately after just one look at it.
But Jian Yao's live broadcast room was so cheerful that it didn't look like she was watching a horror movie, but more like a comedy.
[Can only blindly beep: Hahahahahaha, the anchor is still confused now. She doesn’t know that she was sleepwalking when she just slept, and she beat up all these weirdos]
[Just a fun-loving person: Good guy, is the anchor participating in the player ranking contest? 】
[Can only blindly beep: I will directly make a prediction, and the anchor will directly take the position of the first player on the list]
[I am a gangster: Haha, what kind of boss do you really think your anchor is? In addition to your anchor, the players participating in this game also have many bosses who are better than your anchor]
[I'm here to cause trouble: That's right, Brother Gangjing is right. After all, there are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains. Your anchor just hasn't met anyone she can't beat yet. When she does, she will
I don’t need to say more, right?]
[I am a gangster: Yes, have you forgotten that coward when your anchor met Blade in the Halloween dungeon? Hahahaha! I can’t wait to see her kneel down to others in this dungeon, begging others to show their favor.
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[Can only blindly beep: slightly, slightly, don’t watch what a fool says]
[I just love to have fun: I just like watching others get slapped in the face]
The first story tells that this school was formerly a school that was established in ancient times, specializing in serving scholars and young men from wealthy families. Many unsolved cases have occurred here, and no one knows about those cases until now.
the truth.
The second story tells that the stairs in the school are 12 steps during the day, but at night they are 13 steps.
No one knows what will happen when they count to the 13th step, because those who count to the 13th step have disappeared, so naturally there is no way to ask about the specific details and subsequent developments.
At the end of the story, the green light on the candle trembled suddenly, as if it was frightened by this strange story.
The second storyteller raised his head with satisfaction, wanting to see if the human being was trembling with fear, but found that Jian Yao was holding a notebook in her left hand, and a notebook in her right hand.
I don't know what I'm writing in the green candlelight with my pen, and I don't feel any fear at all.
The storyteller couldn't help but twitch the corners of his crooked mouth, and his eyes turned resentful when he looked at Jian Yao, as if he was looking at a betrayed person, which made Jian Yao's whole body tremble.
Weigui only felt that he had been insulted. How could someone listen to a ghost story and feel no fear at all?
In the past, when it and those humans were telling ghost stories at midnight, each other was so scared that the floor was even filled with the smell of their urine. Why was it suddenly different when it was this human's turn?
It found that it seemed that it had never understood humans. Could it be that times have changed? Humans are no longer afraid of this traditional ghost story?
In fact, according to their original idea, they planned to reveal a weird part of themselves every time they told a story. The horror effect produced by this was unparalleled.
Imagine that you are a human being sitting in a dark room with six monsters, watching them tell a scary ghost story and then reveal a strange and inhuman appearance. Isn't this scary?
But they were all disfigured by Jian Yao's beatings just now, and they look even more terrifying now than when they looked weird! I'm afraid they will need plastic surgery to recover.