The old man who knocked on the door dragged his stiff body to the classroom door, and the rhythmic knocking gradually spread throughout the teaching building.
As the knock on the door rang, black mist poured in. The items in the classroom began to rot, the walls became moldy and black, and cracks extended from the corners to the ceiling. It seemed that decades had passed in a flash.
Bai Zhi's lights also flashed along with the knocking on the door, which was strange and terrifying.
Listening to the continuous knocking on the door, Ye Dong felt like something was grabbing his throat, a feeling of suffocation came over him, and his soul began to become distorted.
Holding back the discomfort, I looked around and found that many students had died silently on the desks, and their exposed skin was covered with black and blue corpse spots.
"Help me..." Ye Dong asked Wang Cheng for help in a hoarse voice. Before he could respond, he tilted his head and passed away.
The cursed person has died, and all living people who heard the knocking on the door have become ghost servants. The knocking ghost has no target and wanders in the ghost realm like a ghost.
In Wang Cheng's frightened eyes, the students who should have been dead for a long time in the classroom twisted their bodies and crawled out of the classroom, disappearing into the black mist.
"Ghost Servant!!!" Before his death, Wang Cheng's eyes widened and he stared blankly at those twisted limbs.
In the mirror world, Zhou Li watched this scene silently. After all the ghost servants left, he got out of the window glass.
Seeing that Wang Cheng was about to revive, he quickly used the mirror ghost to suppress the ghost baby in his body, and finally caught a tongue. It was impossible to let him die without asking some questions clearly.
Waste is not so wasteful.
"Huh..., thank you." Wang Cheng, who got a moment to breathe, struggled to sit up against the wall and gasped.
"Thank you early."
Seeing Wang Cheng's stunned expression, Zhou Li coughed twice and said, "Ahem, you're welcome. I have something to ask for."
"Tell me, I don't know what else I can do to help you." Wang Cheng said as he took out a satellite phone, found the red button and pressed it hard.
"Just a few small questions." Zhou Li asked: "What's wrong with this world? What's wrong with you now? Does the government know about this? How to avoid these things?"
"Ahem..." Wang Cheng coughed twice again, and the blood he coughed up took on a strange bluish-black color, as if he was remembering something sad and muttered to himself: "Ghosts can't be avoided."
Then he looked at Zhou Li and answered his question seriously: "I don't know, and we don't know what exactly happened in this world."
"According to historical records, the first time ghosts appeared was during the Republic of China, a period of hundreds of years of war."
"In order to combat these ghosts, the government established the Supernatural Control Department, hoping to prevent things from getting worse. But unfortunately, this is a way to quench thirst by drinking poison."
"The main force against the supernatural is us ghost controllers. We are called ghost controllers, but in fact no one can control the ghosts. The more the ghosts use their power, the faster they will wake up, and eventually it will become another supernatural event."
As he talked, Wang Cheng's voice became smaller and smaller, and he gradually stopped breathing. For him, a painless death was an unexpected joy at the end of his life.
No. 7 Middle School.
"Minister!" A heroic short-haired girl saluted, "The ghost infant Wang Cheng has died gloriously. According to the last information he sent, we are completely incapable of handling this matter now."
"I know, I'm thinking of a way. No matter what, we must not let this danger remain in the city."
"Minister! The evacuation of nearby residents has been completed." A sturdy young man in military uniform saluted after entering.
"Okay." Minister Cao put down the topographic map of No. 7 Middle School in his hand, turned around and walked out of the tent. He wanted to go and see the scene for himself.
Inside the teaching building.
The blue-black ghost baby stretched out its sharp claws and waved them randomly in Wang Cheng's belly.
Suddenly, two small hands stretched out from it and tore the belly open, one on the left and the other on the right. Green and black blood poured all over it.
"Wow wow, wow wow, wow wow..."
The ghost baby seemed to have discovered something interesting and screamed with joy.
After emerging from Wang Cheng's translucent and bloodshot belly, he looked around curiously with pure black eye sockets, and finally crawled slowly towards the direction of Zhou Li.
Wherever the ghost baby passed, the smooth and flat ceramic tiles were corroded by the supernatural power, and the blue-black potholes emitted bursts of stench.
In the window glass, Zhou Li looked at the ghost baby that kept crawling toward him regardless of the mirror ghost world. Zhou Li couldn't help but be surprised: "This thing can't be on the same level as the knocking ghost, right? It shouldn't be. It was obviously just now."
recovery!"
The eerie ghost baby aura gradually wrapped around Zhou Li's body. The mirror ghost sensed the danger and independently activated its supernatural power to fight against it.
Zhou Li, who had black eyes, blood-red face, and an ominous aura, quickly escaped from the reflection after the forces of both parties reached a balance.
But the ghost baby didn't let him go so easily. After eating up the piece of glass one by one, it crawled towards Zhou Li again, and its speed became faster and faster.
Zhou Li kept walking through the reflections of the teaching building, looking at the ghost baby that he couldn't get rid of, and regretted in his heart: "Why would I think about watching other people's supernatural recovery? This time is good, what the hell?
It’s a lot of fun.”
Why does a cat have nine lives? Because it likes to die and one life is not enough.
Those who have not experienced despair cannot understand the horror of ghosts.
The specialness of the Mirror Ghost gave Zhou Li the illusion that he did not maintain enough respect for the most malicious person in the world: the Fierce Ghost.
Every time after using the mirror ghost's ability to escape, the ghost baby would appear again, staring at him less than twenty meters away, and gradually getting closer.
This made him understand that the ghost baby would never let him go unless he died once.
Seeing the ghost baby getting closer and closer to him, Zhou Li began to feel fear, despair, and finally relief.
Finally, when the ghost baby was less than one meter away from him, the mirror ghost was defeated, and Zhou Li was completely imprisoned inside and unable to move.
The ghost baby's small black hands passed directly through the reflective tiles, grabbed Zhou Li's calf, and dragged him out forcefully.
From the perspective of Li Gui, Zhou Li was like a cicada, wrapped in three layers of green and black ghost energy.
Coat it with bread crumbs and fry it until golden brown on both sides, which will make the person knocking on the door next door cry.
"Kacha, kacha"
The sound of the ghost baby gnawing on Zhou Li could be heard, biting and chewing inch by inch starting from the calf, until the whole person was completely swallowed.
After eating Zhou Li, Guiying's body twisted and gradually turned into a middle-aged bald man with thin cheeks, a dry body and a deeply sunken belly.
It's not a ghost baby, it's a starving ghost!
The starving ghost licked its tongue and began to try to leave this ghost realm, but unfortunately, its ghost realm could not break through the ghost realm of the knocking ghost.