Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The heat outside dissipated, and the flames disappeared.

When Ding Mu opened his eyes, he could see strands of black air floating around, like ink that had fallen into the water and hadn't dispersed yet.

These black qi floated around, unable to see the source, unable to figure out the way to go, and avoided them consciously.

This shows that the dream of this site is temporarily over, and they are in reality.

When Ding Mu and his party left the house, they saw that the corridor was the same as the house, with a speck of dust floating on a black spot, the light passed through the gaps in the wall and fell on the ground, forming a small hole, reflecting the sun's light spots.

It's still so gloomy here.

On alert, they stepped out of the corridor carefully.

When they were standing in the courtyard of the orphanage, Ding Mu was sure that they really had that dream.

Because he saw that some stones on the ground were shining faintly.

The courtyard of the orphanage was originally very large, but after the fire burned all the trees, the space blocked by the trees was fully displayed in their pupils.

And on the land in front of the main building, a young man sat obliquely, and around him, a group of children sat in a circle. Those children had blurred faces and ragged clothes, and they looked extremely scary.

"Are you out?" The young man asked as if he heard the movement behind him.

Ding Mu subconsciously clenched the knife in his hand, raised his arm slightly, his forearm tensed, his muscles stretched, and he was ready to go.

"Let's go before they wake up." The young man shook the handbell in his hand.The handbell was very new, and it didn't match the dilapidated surroundings. It looked like the one Ding Mu brought in.

"Who are you?" Guan Yi asked.

"I'm..." The young man tilted his head, he turned around slowly, revealing that familiar face, it was Teacher Si.

"It's you?" Guan Yi raised the hand holding the knife sharply, pointing the knife point at Teacher Si.

"I'm Xiaobei, and I'm not Teacher Si yet." "Teacher Si" said, with a childish tone, which was almost incompatible with that evil face.

What's the meaning?Isn't he still Teacher Si?He is Beckham?

"Brother, I remember you." "Teacher Si" smiled at Ding Mu, "Hurry up, they are about to wake up."

As he spoke, he rang the bell again.

"What's going on? Please speak clearly." Guan Yi really wanted to take people away, but he didn't know if he could go out now, and if he would be surrounded by black mist after he went out, would he be swallowed up? "who are you?"

"I'm Xiaobei, but this is not my body. This is Si Heng's body. The three of us live together." "Teacher Si" didn't seem to understand why the three asked him, but he still answered truthfully.

"You three? Who is the other one?" Cheng Suxiang grabbed a point and asked.

"It's Xiaoshu. His name is Kong Jiashu. He lives with Si Heng and me. The three of us live together." Not 20, but two.

As he spoke, he rang the handbell again.

Two-year-old Xiaobei, ten-year-old Kong Jiashu, and 20-year-old teacher Si Heng, do they share the same body? !

Could it be a split personality?This is also in line with Ding Mu's speculation.

"Let's go, this place will change again soon, don't stay here, go, they are still asleep, they will wake up in a while." "Si Heng" had sincere anxiety on his face.

It doesn't look like a show, but it's weirder this way.

"Who are they?" Guan Yi's knife still did not retract, still pointing at the opposite person, keeping a distance, "These children?"

All these children were sitting firmly on the ground with their eyes closed, as if they were asleep.

"No, it's..." "Si Heng"'s expression froze suddenly, his pupils trembled, his expression became stiff, and the hand bell in his hand fell to the ground. He showed the expression familiar to those present, evil and crazy, and with lifeless depression, "It's me."

In Ding Mu's eyes, all of this was different. He saw that the black air surrounding the man in front of him gradually materialized, and two small black shadows gradually split around the man.

When he closed his eyes and opened them again, he was surprised to find that there were two children standing on the left and right of Teacher Si, one was very young and the other was about ten years old.

It was Xiaobei and Kong Jiashu.

"Are you finally here?" Si Heng said softly, bent down to pick up the handbell from the ground, and straightened up.The smile on his face got bigger and bigger, he smiled madly and ferociously, while laughing, he frantically shook the hand bell, the noisy bell was harsh and annoying, but he didn't care.

The eyes of the surrounding children opened their eyes the moment the bell rang.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka..." A strange sound came from the teacher's apartment, approaching little by little.

Ding Mu took a step back subconsciously.

But behind is the wall of the main building, no matter how much it can't retreat.

When the rattling thing got closer, Ding Mu saw what it was.

It was the teacher carrying all kinds of dolls that were gathered together like several mountains. Some faces were familiar to him, and some people he had never seen before.

There are eight people in total.

Among them are Malu and Li Baoen.

The dolls on their backs more or less bent their waists, causing some people to show overwhelmed and painful expressions on their faces. Such a person is like a huge turtle.

The dolls on their backs are all made up of black shadows, strangely shaped, but with a unified sign: no teeth, no forearms, no calves, extremely wide-set eyes, and wooden boards at the elbows and knees.

All naked and stripped of their gender characteristics.

Among them, the mountain on Li Baoen's body is the highest, and the expression of the doll on his body is also the most ferocious.Malu, behind him.

But he still has a kind and majestic expression of the dean, as if that face is not his face, but a mask sticking to his skin and growing in his flesh, which can never be removed up.

Malu is still smiling

Looking at it this way, these people carrying dolls look like tree trunks, while the dolls on their backs look like leaves and branches.

Looking at it this way, it is the same as the eight trees forming a circle in the cemetery.

Ding Mu thought of something in his mind, and pulled Cheng Suxiang to give him instructions.

Cheng Suxiang was stunned when he heard his words, wondering if he should do what he said.

"Go, it's okay, just one." Ding Mu nodded.

Cheng Suxiang gave him a complicated look, nodded, and said, "Be careful." Then he ran away quickly.

"Are they good-looking?" Si Heng opened his hands and stretched out his arms, like a collector showing his collection to outsiders, "It looks good."

Ding Mu had known for a long time that Mr. Si had a mental illness, but it was the first time he knew of this illness like today.