Metaphysics boss relies on live broadcast fortune telling to earn merit

The dormitory aunt subdued her with a backhand: "What are you yelling at? What are the students in that class doing on the seventh floor without sleeping at night?"

Tong Xiaojun almost cried when she heard the familiar voice. For the first time, she felt that her aunt's sharp voice sounded so nice.

She smiled flatteringly at her aunt: "Sorry, I went to the wrong place. I'll go back right away."

She walked through the familiar corridor. Unlike before, this place was full of laughter and laughter.

Seeing her coming back, the roommate breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiaojun, do you want to tell us if you are unhappy? Just now, you walked away without saying anything when we were downstairs in the dormitory.

If you don't come back before ten o'clock, we will go out to find you! "

Her roommate's words made her heart sink. She tried to find signs of joking on their faces, but the seriousness on their faces showed that they were not lying.

Tong Xiaojun carefully recalled what had just happened and found that everything was traceable. The four of them had said they wanted to lose weight since their freshman year, but they had never succeeded once. With their willpower, how could they refuse the joy of late-night snacks.

Facing the concerned faces of his roommates, Tong Xiaojun raised the snacks in his hands: "I'm not hungry. I'm afraid of disturbing everyone's weight loss plan, so I secretly bought some midnight snacks."

"Okay, Tong Xiaojun, you actually went to eat midnight snack behind our backs. Give me some and I will forgive you."

Seeing her roommate laughing, she nodded with satisfaction. This was the atmosphere that the dormitory should have.

She had no evidence of what had just happened. The old man in the village also said that she was afraid that it would weaken her Yang Qi, so she had better hide it first to avoid adding more fear to others.

When she goes to bed at night, she puts a pair of scissors under her pillow. This is a trick her grandma told her. She hopes it is still useful now.

After saying that, Tong Xiaojun looked at Su Yan expectantly: "Master, is this ghost brought here because of my excessive Yin Qi?"

Su Yan: "You were born in the prime of life, and you did get into trouble with some things when you were young, but the missing yang energy will be slowly replenished as you grow older.

Now that you no longer have this skill, the ghost who deceived you has another origin. "

After hearing Su Yan's answer, Tong Xiaojun's eyes flickered.

[I always feel that this young lady is hiding something, and what she is hiding is the key to what happened. 】

[It’s so scary. After listening to this, I feel like there’s a dark swishing around me. 】

[If the young lady hadn’t fallen down unexpectedly, I don’t know what accident would have happened. 】

[I feel like what’s coming next will be even scarier. I’ve already held my phone until the sun goes down, focusing on the topic of having enough yang energy. 】

[Good idea upstairs, I also opened my curtains. 】

Su Yan didn't expose her: "Who will decide next."

The girl on the far right slowly raised her hand: "I'll do it!"

Yan Ruyu sat in front of the camera: "That night I encountered the legendary "ghost on the bed". Since I had experienced it before, I didn't feel scared at first."

I struggled as usual, hoping to wake up quickly, but it was like being trapped by something and I couldn't wake up.

Gradually, I began to feel difficulty breathing. Not only my chest but also my neck felt compressed. This made me realize that if I couldn’t wake up now, I might never wake up.

I raised my hand to pinch my arm and bit my lower lip hard, but the method that had worked in the past failed.

I was anxious in advance, and in a flash, I remembered the spells I had seen on TV before, and I chanted them all in one go, regardless of whether they were correct or not.

Maybe a certain sentence played a role, and I finally woke up from the dream.

After waking up, I took a deep breath of fresh air and glanced at my phone. It was just after midnight.

I found myself soaked in sweat. Logically speaking, I should stay in bed after this incident.

But being a bit mysophobic, I couldn't accept sleeping like this. After much thought, I still wanted to go to the toilet and wipe it briefly.

As soon as I turned on the faucet, I heard the sound of high heels walking upstairs.

The voice was very rhythmic, one after another, as if it had been specially trained.

At first, I thought I heard it wrong. The dormitory aunt had already gone to bed at this time, and no students had lived upstairs for a year. How could there be the sound of walking.

As I wet the towel, the sound of high heels got closer and closer, so close that I thought they were walking beside me.

This realization started to scare me, and the horror stories I heard about school as a child echoed in my mind.

I gave up the idea of ​​wiping it down and couldn't help but sneak a glance at the ceiling before I left.

It was this sight that I will never forget. The ceiling was leaking water. This discovery made me even more frightened. The moment I opened the door, a drop of water fell on my hand.

The transparent water that looked just now turned blood red and exuded a faint smell of blood.

I remember it was said on TV that these things have no fixed target, and whoever encounters them will be unlucky.

I covered my mouth with all my strength and tried not to make a sound. At that time, I had one thought in my mind: Since this ghost was coming for me, I couldn't wake up my roommates and let them suffer the harm on my behalf.

I turned off the flashlight, climbed back into bed in the dark, wrapped myself in a quilt, listened to the sound of high heels, and kept my eyes open until dawn.

The moment my roommate's alarm clock rang, I finally let go of my anxious heart. That was the first time I thanked the morning sun.

I saw Xiaojun getting up, and thought of her abnormality last night, I took the opportunity to wash her up and pulled her aside: "Xiaojun, did you encounter something bad last night?"

Xiaojun's eyes widened: "Could it be that you also..."

The two of us looked at each other and confirmed that we had the same experience. Since we didn't know how to formulate words, we didn't tell our roommates.

Su Yan looked at the weak girl. She basically told the whole process, but she deliberately hid a certain important link.

At this point, Tong Xiaojun also chose to hide it, and it would depend on whether the next two classmates would tell the truth.

"Is there anything else you want to add?"

Yan Ruyu paused: "No more."

[The two people in their dormitory are nice and considerate of the safety of their roommates. I hope my roommates in college can be so friendly. 】

[This is even scarier. It scared me to the point of breaking into a cold sweat. It felt like I was actually there. 】

[Are all school ghost stories the same? There is also a legend in our school about the sudden sound of high heels in the middle of the night, and there seems to be some kind of ghost questioning in the toilet. 】

[To tell you the truth, I heard it when I was in school. After that day, I got seriously ill. I went to the temple to beg for some incense ash and drank it to get rid of it. 】

[The incense ash must be very unpleasant to drink, brother is suffering. 】

The last two girls looked at Su Yan: "Master, we met at about the same time, so we talked together."