God Bestows Evil

Chapter 191 Shooting Plan

 Looking at the head in the bag.

Sun Qian was so horrified that he instinctively threw his schoolbag out.

What a coincidence, the path where he threw his schoolbag happened to be the only damaged window in this room.

 The schoolbag was about to fly out of the building.

　　Bang!

 The schoolbag was photographed with the scabbard.

Wu Xian had been squatting nearby for a long time. When he noticed something strange about Sun Qian, he stopped the schoolbag.

 He picked up his schoolbag and opened it, only to find an old and white basketball inside. The lines on the surface of the basketball had been polished and it had lost its original color.

Wu Xian tentatively brought his schoolbag to Sun Qian, causing Sun Qian to retreat hurriedly and asked curiously: "What is it you see?"

 “Human...head.”

“Sure enough.” Wu Xian was not surprised at all, “Did you just throw your schoolbag out of the room on purpose?”

 “I just want to throw it farther...”

Sun Qian was suddenly stunned when he said this.

He then realized that there was only one broken window in the whole room. How could he throw it so accurately in his panic? He couldn't play basketball!

 There is only one possibility.

 It was the ghost who was guiding him to throw the schoolbag out!

 A smile appeared on Wu Xian's face.

 He found the opportunity to photograph his first ghost!

"I think you should realize that you have been targeted by this ball-shooting ghost. If I hadn't stopped this schoolbag, when the ball-shooting ghost comes to you for the ball again, you might have to go outside and pick up the ball yourself. return…"

Going out alone to pick up a ball late at night?

Sun Qian felt a chill go down his spine when he thought of this scene.

Wu Xian continued: "But just stopping the schoolbag can't save you. The ghost will come to you again sooner or later. If you don't want to run into him when you are dying, there is only one way."

Sun Qian thought for a moment and raised his head: "Kill that ghost! But how can I kill the ghost?"

Wu Xian raised his finger and slightly unsheathed the ghost-headed sword. The ghostly face on the handle smiled ferociously at Sun Qian.

 “Leave the job of killing demons to us.”

 Being targeted by ghosts would be bad luck for Sun Qian.

  But for other family members, it is a rare opportunity.

They only need to keep an eye on Sun Qian, and they will definitely encounter the ghost. Whether they kill first and then shoot, or shoot first and then kill, it's up to them.

Sun Qian knew in his heart that in this plan, he was just a bait and the one who was in greatest danger.

 But he still cooperated actively, sitting on the edge of the room with his schoolbag in his arms, waiting for the attack from the ball-shooting ghost.

To everyone's surprise, they waited until midnight and took turns sleeping several times, but there was no movement, as if the ball-shooting ghost had forgotten that he had lost the ball.

Sun Qian thought for a long time, stood up and said to everyone.

 “Let’s go out and wait!”

“The last time we met the ball-shooting ghost was in the corridor. Maybe the ghost will only appear in the corridor. We can only complete the goal in the corridor.”

Wu Xian nodded.

 He thought so too.

However, he was a little surprised that Sun Qian could bring it up by himself, because the danger level would be much higher in the corridor.

 After being scared twice, this young man seems to be much more reliable than before.

Wu Xian reminded: "Are you ready?"

Sun Qian gritted his teeth: "I'm not afraid!"

Others can take turns sleeping, but he cannot sleep while holding the head. If this hidden danger cannot be solved tonight, he will not be able to survive other dangers after not sleeping all night.

In addition, after sitting with his head in his arms for one night, he became much calmer.

 Lou Yaozong said at the beginning when he introduced the blessed land that in the blessed land, only by taking risks can one gain the ability to withstand risks.

Finding wealth through danger, Sun Qian accepted the reality that he was not the protagonist of the novel, but he also refused to be a coward.

 Wu Xian turned to look at the others.

　Seeing that everyone agreed to go out and wait for evil spirits, he made a request. “When I was rummaging through waste paper, I saw a roll of tape. Give me the tape and the basketball.”

 “I am of great use!”

 …

Phew!

 The broken glass cut the moonlight shining into the corridor into several pieces.

 The atmosphere in the corridor was oppressive and heavy.

Wu Xian squatted beside the window sill, puffed up his cheeks, and blew up a puff of dust with his mouth.

The window sill he blew over was clearly divided. One side was clean, while the other side had stubborn dust stained with water that could not be blown away.

This means that part of the dust on the window sill here has been cleaned up. It is not like Yan Ting said that no one has visited this island in ten years.

 “Ahem, what are you doing?”

 Liao Yifang covered her mouth and nose and complained against Wu Xian.

Wu Xian shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

 At this time, there were only four people in the corridor: Wu Xian, Liao Yifang, Zhang Wei and Sun Qian.

At first, out of caution, no one was left in the room and they all waited in the corridor, but after waiting for half an hour, they found nothing.

 So Han Ke raised a possibility.

  Could it be that the ghost has already appeared, but because there are too many people, no action has been taken yet?

 When the ball-shooting ghost appeared for the first time, he actually did not attack anyone. He was just passing by. It was only because he was shooting the ball that everyone discovered his traces.

The ball is now with Sun Qian. As long as he does not hit the ball or attack, even if he is standing in the middle of everyone, no one will notice his existence.

If this is the case.

 There is no point in them all waiting here.

So everyone agreed to reduce the number of people participating in the operation. Zhang Wei and Sun Qian must be outside, and at least two family members are required to ensure that the ball-shooting ghost is killed.

 Through guessing, it was Liao Yifang and Wu Xian who finally qualified.

I don’t know if this is luck or misfortune.

Sun Qian opened his schoolbag.

 The head in the schoolbag made a scary expression again, but this time Sun Qian was not frightened, and instead chuckled.

 Because there was a poker stuck on the nose of the human head!

This makes the terrifying heads look a little funny.

 Smiling, smiling, Sun Qian felt a chill, and when he breathed out carefully, it turned out to be condensed white air.

 “Brothers and sisters, be careful, it’s coming!”

　　Bang!

 There is no call-up.

The backpack Sun Qian was holding suddenly moved, and the huge force squeezed Sun Qian against the wall.

He looked down at the gap in his backpack and saw the purple-red head trying desperately to squeeze into his body.

 “Hide it, hide it in someone else’s body, and he won’t be able to take pictures of me anymore.”

Sun Qian couldn't laugh anymore.

 He doesn’t want to be like Ren Cha, with a human face on his belly!

　　Bang!

Liao Yifang rushed out like a female leopard and kicked her schoolbag away.

Wu Xian was slightly surprised.

 As expected of a professional, her reaction speed is as fast as that of Aunt He before!

The basketball with a human head immediately flew out of the bag, and then stopped strangely in mid-air, being flapped regularly by an invisible hand.

 Bang, bang…

Each sound was like a huge heartbeat.

 In the eyes of Wu Xian and Liao Yifang, this is just a basketball.

But in Sun Qian's eyes, every time the human head was slapped, it let out a dull howl, and the head begged Sun Qian.

 “Save me, save...ah!”

 (End of this chapter)