I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

night……

dong dong dong...

Xiaoling opened her eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state, and looked in the direction of his bed.

The voice came from the stand-in doll, sometimes accompanied by hallucinatory screams.

It was a girl screaming in extreme fear.

The moonlight poured down, and the female ghost with disheveled hair was floating above Xiaoling's bed.

Staring at the doll, slowly stretched out a hand covered in corpse spots...

With the range of her movements, her face slowly turned around.

To be precise, it was no longer a face, it was basically a piece of meat pie that fell flat and was bloody.

The cloud covered the moonlight, and when the moonlight appeared to illuminate the place slightly again, the female ghost disappeared.

But the sound of bang bang was always there, and she hadn't left yet.

Most of Xiaoling's drowsiness was driven away, and he looked towards the door of the dormitory in the dark.

The door was still tightly shut.

Ghosts don't come in through the door.

Xiaoling glanced at the phone on the table that was emitting a faint white light when she came back at some point, and thought calmly:

Oh, it crawled out of the phone.

Now even ghosts can follow the trend of the times, and instead of watching the TV, they will use the mobile phone.

Feng Congmian opened his eyes the moment the voice appeared, his eyes were clear, he was vigilant all night, and he didn't fall asleep at all.

Xiaoling poked the strong muscles in front of her eyes, stretched out her well-proportioned white hands and grasped them a few times in the air.

He wanted to tell Feng Congmian that the debuff on him was coming, and he couldn't take out the "weapon".

Feng Congmian watched his abstract expression for two seconds, and then he understood it.

Not having a "weapon" means that if you encounter a ghost, you will not be able to hurt it at all.

Worried that he was afraid, he quickly pressed the little guy into his arms, and patted his head soothingly.

Xiaoling let him touch his head and raised his hand to make a few more gestures.

It means to ask him if he wants to go up and kill the ghost now.

Although Feng Congmian made a move, it is very likely that the ghost's hatred value is still that of him who has no combat power, but he still has no scruples. As long as Feng Congmian nods, he can immediately throw off the quilt now.

Xiaoling looked up at him with complete trust in her eyes.

The round almond eyes seem to have light fluctuating in the darkness.

Feng Congmian paused, lowered his head and slowly kissed his gently closed eyelids.

Rejected with action.

Immediately, from an angle he couldn't see, there was a hint of sternness in his eyes.

He won't let this dungeon end easily before making the person who framed the little guy pay.

Xiaoling rarely felt a trace of unconcealed murderous intent from him, even though it was aimed at others.

Xiaoling hooked the corners of her mouth, and buried her head in his arms deeply.

Made a gesture: sleep.

Although the two of them didn't make a sound the whole time, they unexpectedly understood each other's meaning.

Within 2 minutes, the gentle breathing sounded in Feng Congmian's arms.

Feng Congmian hugged him tightly in silence.

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Xiaoling slept until early in the morning, and the quality of sleep was exceptionally good, not at all like the person who was less than half a meter away from the ghost last night.

This time he woke up earlier.

Xiaoling rubbed her eyes: "It's still comfortable to sleep with you."

Feng Congmian blushed suspiciously, and took off his paw for rubbing his eyes.

Like the old father told me: "Don't rub your eyes with your hands."

Xiaoling nodded dispensably, turned her head to see her bed, and found that the giggling doll had disappeared.

He tilted his head and took the towel handed over by Feng Congmian: "Where's the doll?"

Feng Congmian pointed to the mobile phone on the table.

The phone is already dark at this moment.

Xiao Ling opened it, and found that the power display was already zero, but it could still be used normally.

There is one more photo in the album.

The rag doll was lying in the photo, its body was already tattered, its limbs were twisted in opposite directions, and even the cotton ran out.

It was rough stitched into an upturned mouth, which also turned downwards.

It looked pathetic and dirty.

It is not difficult to imagine how horrible things would have happened if the person lying in bed last night was not a stand-in doll but a real person.

Feng Congmian took the phone from him with one hand, and the other hand was holding a towel at some point, and helped him wipe his face helplessly.

Xiao Ling raised her chin slightly in cooperation, and her expression was that of a proud kitten.

The upper hook at the end of the eye is attractive.

After Feng Congmian helped him wipe his face, he couldn't help but lowered his head and bit the cute tip of his nose in front of him.

"Ow!"

Xiaoling retracted in pain, staring at him fiercely with wide eyes.

Feng Congmian couldn't help it, and wanted to pinch it again, and regretted giving up after looking at the time.

When they rushed to the classroom, almost everyone had arrived.

After the lessons learned by Li Jiaojun and Tian Xinxin last time, all the players came early.

Seeing them coming, Wang Xiaoyan said to them in a low voice, "It seems that someone died again last night."

Xiaoling, who was the target of the ghost last night, asked without changing his face, "Who? That's bad luck."

Wang Xiaoyan pointed to Shen Yunying behind her.

"She disappeared early this morning, and she hasn't come now."

The conversation between them was interrupted by Teacher Zhang who came in with teaching materials.

As soon as Teacher Zhang walked in, Xiaoling noticed the strangle marks on his neck.

The clear purple-red strangle marks on the neck looked very scary.

Coupled with his pale complexion and bulging eyes, he was hardly alive.

The whole face looked indescribably weird and disgusting, and being stared at by him made people feel a chill rushing from the soles of their feet.

However, Teacher Zhang himself seemed to be unaware, standing on the podium facing them with his usual expression in a round neck T-shirt.

Turning his head with difficulty, he glanced at the whole class, as if he was counting the number of people.

Although the strangle marks are serious, they are still not to the point of killing people directly.

No one else dared to look more at his deathly face.

Xiao Ling watched with relish.

It doesn't look like it was left yesterday, it's more like it was left on Saturday night, and the crime tool is not a common rope.

It was like a very thin thing, densely packed into a large strand, and then slowly, slowly climbed up his shoulders, wrapped around his neck, and then exerted force...

This thing is - hair.

Xiaoling's eyes lit up, and he thought of the tangle of wriggling hair in the toilet that day and Cheng Shulu's long hair flying wildly when he jumped down.

Teacher Zhang had already finished counting the number of people, and he said hoarsely: "Why are there still students who didn't come?"

"What about people?!"

He was suddenly enraged and slammed his fist on the podium.

Those sitting in the front row seemed to have heard the cracking of wood.

After losing his temper, Teacher Zhang shrugged and pulled his head down, using an almost inhuman angle.

A muffled and nervous voice sounded in the class: "It's okay, it's okay, let me find that bad student who doesn't come to class."

Li Jiaojun, Tian Xinxin and Shen Yunying were obviously absent today, but he only shouted one.

Xiaoling instantly understood who he was talking about, and the corners of her mouth subtly raised, revealing a happy smile.