Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

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Instructor Qian looked up at the sky, he had already made up his mind to pay attention, and when he returned, he would beat up the person in the file room, and at the same time said to himself:

"Everyone, don't panic, there is definitely another strange story."

As soon as he said this, he got a few pairs of blank eyes.

"Believe me, I can't go wrong this time. One of the strange stories, the red embroidered shoes, needs to appear at a certain time. Calculating the time, it's almost now."

"This time, I will definitely show you ghosts."

Instructor Qian promised with a serious face.

Several people left Building No. [-] and walked all the way towards Yingcai Building.

Instructor Qian's professional explanation continues: "The sound of the piano that no one is playing is a very confusing strange story. Its body is not a piano, but a red embroidered shoe that can dance. On the piano, this is the weird sound."

"The law of killing red embroidered shoes is very simple. It will invite people to dance. As long as you can follow its steps and complete a dance, you can survive. Otherwise, it will wear under the player's feet and manipulate the player to jump off the building."

The crowd shivered.

A shoe turned out to be one of the strange stories.

"Can any of us dance?"

Suddenly, a player asked.

"Don't worry, I will."

Instructor Qian believed in himself.

"..."

You are a hunk, learning to dance?

talking room.

"Clang clang clang..."

A strange piano sound sounded.

Instructor Qian's spirit was shaken, and there was a bit of surprise in his heart: "Ghost, it's a ghost, this ghost is still there."

He tears.

Finally, finally, a ghost survived.

He quickened his pace and came all the way to the music classroom on the top floor.

In one of the empty piano rooms, the distant sound of the piano came.

The room was bright.

It looked so weird in the dimly lit teaching building.

Look through the doors and windows overhead.

There is a piano in the center of the empty piano room.

On the keys of the piano, a brand-new red embroidered shoe is jumping happily, stepping on the keys, continuously emitting notes one after another.

It was an unknown piano sound.

No one has ever played it.

The sound of the piano is sharp, not like the sound that a piano can play, but more like a ghost singing.

This is not for the living, but for ghosts,

"Gulu, are we really going in?"

A player's throat rolls.

Standing at the door of the music classroom, he stopped.

"Then do you need help?"

Just at this moment, a faint voice came.

Everyone's faces froze, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to Tianling Gai.

Who?

Who was talking just now.

The player turned his head stiffly, not far from the corridor, a black shadow was approaching.

Behind the black shadow, there were rows of corpses with their heads hung up.

A life-threatening red hemp rope was floating above his head.

There is also a ghost filled with yin on the left and right sides.

The whole one is like a ghost soldier traveling.

It's bad luck!

The eighth ghost story on campus!

"Damn, run away!"

"The ghost is here! The ghost is coming with a human head and corpse."

"My mother."

All the players cried for their fathers and mothers, and fled directly, not daring to stay for even a moment.

Shen Jian: ...

Looking at these fleeing players, Shen Jian slowly raised a question mark.

run what?

baffling.

Shen Jian was a little depressed, there was a player in the dungeon, it was not unusual, he just wanted to make friends, there were many ways, who knew that the other party ran away as if seeing a ghost.

Disappointing.

Sure enough, ghosts are more interesting.

Can comfort his soul.

……

Shen Jian pushed open the door of the music classroom.

The music stops.

The toes of the cheerful red embroidered shoes were facing Shen Jian.

[Red Embroidered Shoes invites you to dance, you choose: 1: dance, 2: dance, 3: dance. 】

Shen Jian showed disgust: "I don't even have a body, I might as well hold a doll gun to dance with you."

Red embroidered shoes:? ? ?

Wow, you are too vicious.

How could you say such cold words to a lady.

Although I don't have a body, I am soft, bendable, and cool. In terms of feel, I am not inferior to small feet. I can use it as a foot.

You haven't even tried, how do you know I can't?

No, I can't stand it.

You can question my body, question my piano skills, question my appearance, but you can't question my foot skills.

The red embroidered shoes came bouncing over.

It was like an invisible ghost wearing shoes, walking towards Shen Jian slowly.

Snapped.

Shen Jian grabbed it and threw it back.

The red embroidered shoes were thrown into the corner.

!!!

"Come again, be careful I spoil you."

Shen Jian said viciously.

Red embroidered shoes:! ?

I'm just saying, you really want to do this.

Use shoes?

Wow, I feel like a ghost.

Where is your lower limit?

The red embroidered shoes hid in the corner, trembling.

It's just a shoe and doesn't want to get anything crystal clear.

"Ghost eye, it's your turn. Find me another ghost. If you don't work hard, your fate will be to fill the latrine."

Shen Jian spoke.

There are two ghosts here.

The sound of the piano sounded even though no one was playing it. This ghost is indeed a red embroidered shoe.

But the red embroidered shoes are just another ghost's puzzle piece.

Red embroidered shoes:? ? ?

I am super, ladies can't swear, but when you can't help it, you don't need to worry about it. Which boy betrayed their friendship and told this kind of information?

This is obviously information that only ghosts know.

Ghost call: ...

The red embroidered shoes are walking, wanting to recover, forcing back the humans in front of them.

But under Shen Jian's gaze, he retreated.

Woohoo, sister, I can't help you.

This human being is terrible.

He really can use shoes to do bad things.

The ghost eyes began to recover, a red light flashed, and the perspective turned to the piano.

piano:……

"inside?"

Shen Jian walked over, and a giant sickle appeared in his hand.

A chop.