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Chapter 66
Chapter 66
Although Yu Lian is older than Mo Fan, she is a quick-tempered person, she just says that the wind is the rain.

"Okay, then let's go and have a look tonight, and by the way, bring your mobile phone and take a picture of the ghost."

She does not believe that there are ghosts in this world.

But they are all scary, and the purpose of this is also very simple, that is, they are envious of their school's facilities, and want to make them quit by themselves through the pressure of public opinion.

It's beautiful to think about, how can there be such a cheap thing.

After several people discussed it, they lived nearby before dawn.

There happened to be a hotel diagonally opposite the school, and they could see the situation inside from the window of the hotel.

Yu Lian held a magnifying glass in her hand, but her eyes were not as clear as Mo Fan's.

Mo Fan was able to see clearly what was going on inside just by glancing over. He saw two sneaky figures slowly slipping in from the back door of the school.

They walked one after the other, perhaps because they had a guilty conscience, and couldn't help trembling when they walked.

"Big head, tonight is our last night, remember to ask the boss for money tomorrow."

"Understood, look at your timid appearance, and you keep saying that you want to come out with me to do great things, you really disgrace the people of Luokou Village."

The bald man was a little disgusted. This fellow from the same village was very tall and as courageous as a sesame seed.

Not only can't help being scared, but he only recognizes money but not people.

I haven't read many books, but I talk one after another, and I'm superstitious. It would be taboo to say that they pretend to be gods and ghosts like this.

If it doesn't work out, some unclean things will come to your door.

Anyone who believes in science knows that there are no ghosts in this world at all, and the phantoms they see are just caused by magnetic fields.

But no matter how he explained, Ermao wouldn't believe it, and after a long time, he didn't bother to explain.

"You put on white clothes, and paint these on your face. Don't let people see your face."

The bald head took out a pack of white powder and asked him to paint his whole body with white.

Every day is a big project, not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also worrying about the possibility of being discovered at any time.

At this time, there will be fewer people walking around, which is their best performance opportunity.

Human psychology is like this. When there are many people, you may not be afraid of ghosts when you see ghosts, but it is different when there are few people.

"Ermao, are you ready?"

"Big head, I'm ready, you must tighten the rope in a moment, I'll change in the air for about 3 minutes, then you put me down."

Ermao explained to him, so as to save himself from hanging himself in mid-air like yesterday, for more than ten minutes, and never put him down in the past.

He was a fake ghost, and he almost didn't become a real ghost.

After talking about it for a while, the other party may not be able to remember it long.

"Understood, don't be wordy, hurry up."

With a slight force, the big head pulled him up.

Because the white cloth was very long, it just blocked his feet, creating the illusion that he was floating in the sky without feet.

A young couple passed by them, and the scene of talking and laughing suddenly became terrifying.

"You... look!"

The girl trembled all over, and her tongue couldn't help but rob.

In the scene she saw, a ghost kept floating in the air, and the other party showed a weird smile.

The man took a closer look in the direction she pointed, and he was not as courageous as his girlfriend.

She screamed on the spot, didn't even want a girlfriend, turned around and disappeared, and ran so fast.

Sure enough, in this world, no relationship is reliable.

While complaining about her boyfriend, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, not even thinking about running away.

But she didn't scream yet, she just heard that ghost, and fell directly from the air.

Immediately behind him, a young man appeared. He walked with wind, and looked handsome. Under the silver-white moonlight, he looked like a god.

Mo Fan didn't notice the nympho next to him, but walked straight in.

The reason why the ghost fell was because he threw a stone and hit the rope, and his performance was over.

When Mo Fan walked in, there was only a white robe and some white powder left behind, and he ran quite fast.

Datou and Ermao ran so fast that they didn't even notice that their mobile phone had been dropped.

Er Mao ran to the door, and the big head grabbed him.

"Are you stupid? That rope was interrupted by others. Someone must have come to surround us. That rope is the best proof."

The big-headed analysis is very sound, and Ermao dare not bet.

"Then what should we do?"

Ermao became disoriented.

"Over the wall."

The bald head stood aside, the wall was a full three meters high, one-third higher than the walls of ordinary schools.

Ermao stepped on the shoulder of the bald head and climbed up the wall smoothly.

He turned around and pulled his bald head. Before he could use much force, he felt a bloody hole in his wrist.

When they were about to run, the hand of the flashlight had already turned off the light.

A row of bodyguards stood behind Mo Fan, quietly watching the two people who wanted to escape.

The bald head knew that he couldn't run away, so he was quite loyal, and said to Er Mao who was lying on the wall: "Hurry up, leave me alone, and help me take care of your sister-in-law."

Er Mao said that he couldn't bear it, but his body honestly climbed over the wall and landed slowly on the lawn.

Just when he was about to run, he felt a chill on his neck, and a sharp short knife was placed on his neck.

"If you don't want to die, come with me."

Ermao didn't dare to move, slowly raised his hands, went into the city, almost lost his life!
The two of them were tied up like crabs, and they were left in a corner shivering.

The bald head is more stubborn, which is completely a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, and refuses to tell the truth no matter how much you ask.

But Ermao was different, that timid one was the size of a grain of rice, and before he started asking, he was like pouring beans, telling what he should say and what he should not say.

"Forgive me, it's against the law for you to kill people, and I didn't do anything outrageous..."

Mo Fan looked at him quietly without saying a word.

The more this happened, the more uncertain Ermao's heart became.

This group of people looks vicious, and if malicious intentions arise in their hearts, chop them up with the bald heads and throw them into the river, and the police may not even be able to find the corpses.

"Others told us to do this. There are grievances and debtors. You can't just arrest me. The school across the street asked me to do this."

He straightened his back on his knees and said confidently.

Although this is a bit unethical, but this morality is not as important as a small life.

(End of this chapter)