I'm going to fuck you

The chair was dragged violently on the ground and made a harsh creaking sound. Joan's face turned pale, and he faintly felt nauseated. He stood up abruptly, avoiding those pale arms covered with corpse spots, and took a big step back. .

Everyone cast surprised glances at him one after another. Joan's eyes were wide open, filled with fear, disgust, and faint anger. His lips trembled and mumbled, but he didn't say anything. .

"Student Qiao An, what's the matter with you?"

This big movement naturally alarmed the chemistry teacher who was watching the video, he frowned in displeasure, and walked over anyway.

Watching videos in class is already his greatest tolerance for these students, but watching a video and there are restless people, which makes him a little annoyed.

Joan trembled and didn't speak. His usual image of pride and gentleness had been torn to pieces at this moment.

Beads of sweat dripped down from the corner of his forehead, Joan bit his lips tightly, his face was full of fear and gloom.

When people face what they are afraid of and fear, they will always subconsciously seek protection.

But at this moment, Joan was alone and helpless, because he found that, except for him, the classmates and teachers around him seemed to be unable to see the disgusting evil ghost in front of him. He twisted his body desperately, not wanting the female ghost to touch him. to him.

But his weird behavior surprised the whole class. When the chemistry teacher tried to touch Joan, he yelled and ran away.

Zhang Wei got goose bumps all over his body. He rubbed his bare skin in the air, feeling a little terrified, "What's going on with Qiao An, it's like being possessed by a demon, it's weird!"

Wei Zexu frowned deeply. He stared at Qiao An's far away back, only feeling vaguely, as if he saw a black figure lying on his body, his hands clasped tightly on his shoulders, his eyes covered Full of red blood.

He pinched his palm vigorously, swallowed his saliva, his heart was beating unsettlingly, like a drumbeat, beating non-stop.

Is that thing on Joan's back...a ghost?

Wei Zexu just felt restless, and the chemistry teacher was a little angry and embarrassed. He angrily taught the students in the classroom, reminding some students not to take the teacher seriously...

Zhang Wei raised his hand fiercely, "Teacher, Wei Zexu and I will go find Qiao An first. When he just ran out, I felt that something was wrong with him. Something happened!"

He was really impatient with the noisy lecture from the chemistry teacher, so he might as well take this opportunity to go out and cut class openly.

The chemistry teacher choked for a moment, and forgot all the words he thought of. He glared at Zhang Wei, thinking that Qiao An was a public figure after all, waved his hand and asked Zhang Wei and Wei Zexu to find someone together. up.

Zhang Wei excitedly pulled Wei Zexu out of the classroom door. Wei Zexu's palms felt cold and his whole body was cold. As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the ghost lying on Qiao An's body.

It's really not a wise move to come out like this, but he couldn't just watch Zhang Wei take risks alone, so he had to follow him to find someone.

He didn't realize at all that in fact, he himself was just an ordinary human being, and even if he went there, it would be of no use.

Joan kept running like crazy, desperately trying to get rid of the disgusting thing behind him, his eyes were red, his cheeks twitched unconsciously, and his delicately made-up face was slightly distorted.

He will never be called the "Little Prince" again.

As he ran, he felt that his pants were caught by something. Looking around at the steel and concrete walls around him, Joan looked down tremblingly, a pair of pale hands stained with blood grabbed his feet firmly.

The lower body of the female ghost was wearing a bright red dress, her eyes were hollow and dark, she was grinning at him, her hand slowly scratched along his pants, blood stained his jeans.

Joan took a step back abruptly, and forcibly pulled the arm away, but his feet were suddenly suspended in the air. It was only when he fell heavily under the stairs and was about to lose consciousness that Joan remembered that he had just stood beside the stairs.

However, it's useless to think about it now, as a dull pain spread throughout Joan's body, he lost consciousness.

The female ghost "Jie Jie Jie" grinned grinningly, dragged her broken leg, and crawled to Joan's side with both hands and feet. Her fingers stroked Joan's cheeks, leaving black shadows behind her mouth He muttered to himself, "Mine, it's finally mine..."

She pinched Joan's neck hard with her fingers, and couldn't help laughing happily when she saw Joan's painful expression, and touched Joan's face with pity, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we will be one soon It's..."

"You will belong to me and will always belong to me. Let's be together, so you won't ignore me anymore..."

Before she could finish her words, it was as if she was being strangled by the neck. A golden thread was swimming around her body, tightly bound her body, tightening it tighter and tighter, and her flesh gave out a "sizzling" sound. "The burning sound made one's scalp tingle.

The sound of "da da da" footsteps came from downstairs, and a tall and handsome man went upstairs with a serious face. He was dressed in a black suit very meticulously, with seriousness and sternness, and his long legs were casual.

He looked at the bound evil spirit, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

"This is that person's defective product." The man raised his eyebrows, with obvious dislike in his eyes, his voice was low, like the whisper of a cello, "It's ugly."

He straightened his back, and returned to his indifferent and serious attitude. His deep eyes were silent, as if he was talking to himself, "Young master must not see this ugly thing."

The man raised his fingers slightly, and a black air flow was absorbed from the female ghost's body. The female ghost's eyes widened in horror, and she couldn't make any sound from her throat. She could only watch helplessly as she turned into a A puddle of black water.

The task was so simple, the man stood on the spot and straightened his clean suit, glanced at Joan who was lying unconscious on the ground like a dead dog, and looked away coldly.

When the man really walked away, Chu Zeyuan, who had been following the man, completely revealed his figure, and his eyes showed obvious disgust and rejection.

Glancing aside at the female ghost who had turned into black water, the veins on his forehead twitched even more, the ends of his eyes were slightly red, and he could hardly control his emotions.

"Hurry up, hurry up and find out where Joan is, why can't I find it anywhere!"

Zhang Wei's familiar voice came from the stairs behind him, Chu Zeyuan shrank his pupils, quickly concealed his figure, and hid.

Zhang Wei and Wei Zexu, who had been looking for Joan all the way, finally saw the unconscious Joan at the top of the stairs. There were blood spots under the back of his head, and he seemed to have been thrown down the stairs.

Zhang Wei put Qiao An down with a bluff, and ran to the office to find the teacher, while Wei Zexu stood there, frowning tightly. Just now, he saw a familiar figure.

Is that Chu Zeyuan?