Thriller Night Talk

Beiquan took the lead and Wei Fuyuan followed beside him, while the four students were all afraid of being left behind, supported each other, and followed tremblingly and staggeringly.

The blood drop that Wei Fuyuan dripped on the ground just now has extended a thin blood line, and it is slowly moving farther and farther in a certain direction.

Beiquan and others followed the guidance of the blood thread, walked through the small half of Xuanmen Village, and reached the corner of the "J".

What appeared in front of everyone was a cemetery.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that the Xuanmen Village in this fragmented space, under the explosive operation of Beiquan just now, not only all the villagers disappeared, but even the houses in the village seemed to have experienced a major earthquake. One is perfect.

But the cemetery at the end of the village has always maintained its original appearance.

There are too many dead people buried in a small piece of land, the graves are densely packed, and there is not even a gap in many places to settle down.The newer graves still have tombstones, and the older ones are just small mounds not much higher than the ground.

Such a scene, anyone who saw it would feel eerie.

But Beiquan's goal is not the cemetery where eighteen generations of ancestors and grandchildren of Xuanmen Village are buried.

He stopped before a dry well.

This ancient well is about 20 meters away from the cemetery, hidden behind a thick old pagoda tree, which obviously has a long history.

The well platform of the dry well is not high, only about half a meter, covered with moss and dirt, and covered by fallen leaves and tree roots piled up beside the well, it is very easy for people to ignore its existence.

And the line of blood dripping from Wei Fuyuan refers to this inconspicuous abandoned well.

"Come out."

With one hand on his hip, Beiquan shouted to the empty well.

Uncontrollably, the classic image of Miss Sadako, the well-known female ghost, emerged in Wei Fuyuan's mind.

Obviously, the other four students also felt the same way. The four of them took two steps back in unison in a very tacit understanding, and stared at the abandoned well together with terrified eyes.

After 30 seconds, nothing happens.

"Tsk, don't waste everyone's time, can't you fight quickly?"

Beiquan was obviously a little impatient.

"Okay, since that's the case..."

He turned his head and waved to Wei Fuyuan, "Xiaowei, come here."

Wei Fuyuan stared at Beiquan warily:

"What are you doing again?"

Beiquan pointed to the dry well:

"Put your blood in there and try."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He moved over slowly, stretched his head, and glanced at the well.

This well is very, very deep, and without a light source, it is impossible to see the bottom at a glance. The water inside has been dried up for a long time, and there is a layer of dry mud on the wall of the well.

Wei Fuyuan turned around and asked Beiquan:

"What happens if you put blood in it?"

Beiquan smiled and spread his hands:

"Don't you know if you try it?"

Wei Fuyuan squeezed the wound on his ring finger, and squeezed out two drops of blood, which dripped into the dry well.

Two seconds later, he heard a strange sound coming from the deepest part of the abandoned well.

"Da, da da, da da, da da..."

Wei Fuyuan jumped up with a "crash", and jumped back to Beiquan like a rabbit, and unconsciously hid behind his boss who made him feel safe.

"Click-"

"Da da da--"

"Zu La—"

It sounded as if some hard object was hitting the wall of the well, with the sound of heavy objects being dragged in between.

You can hear it with your ears. The sound in the well is getting louder and louder, from deep to shallow, getting closer to the wellhead.

Everyone held their breath.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the dry well.

This hand is pale, slender, and has distinct joints. Judging from its size and shape, it should belong to a man. The nails on the fingertips are curled, covered with mud and blood.

Liu Lingling, who was at the end, suddenly uttered a short exclamation:

"what!"

she cried:

"It's Chaoyang! It's Chaoyang!"

The girl is a student of photography and is very sensitive to fashion, so she immediately recognized the braided red, black, and black rope with a diamond pattern on that wrist—it belonged to the one who came with him, and it disappeared without a trace on the first day. The missing classmate Dong Chaoyang!

Sure enough, a second hand rested on the edge of the well, followed by a drooping head.

Dong Chaoyang slowly climbed out of the well with the classic posture of Sadako.

There were multiple gasps, mixed with the girl's sobs.

Wei Fuyuan unconsciously grabbed Beiquan's sleeve with his hands, feeling the hairs all over his body stand on end.

Because everyone could clearly see that Dong Zhaoyang, who had protruded half of his body from the dry well, was actually carrying a dry bone on his back!

That was clearly a human skeleton, so rotten that no trace of flesh and blood could be seen.

But it is such a bare skeleton, now like a big bat, with arms and legs spread out, tightly embracing Dong Zhaoyang's body, with scorpion-like ribs embedded in the boy's back one by one, at first glance It looked as if another skeleton had grown from Dong Zhaoyang's back.

"What the hell is this!!!"

Poor Pan Xiaoyun saw his classmate who was chatting and laughing with him a few days ago turned into this appearance. Under extreme shock, his tense nerves were almost broken, his mind went blank, he staggered, and fell to the ground , trembling and shouting:

"Yes, did it kill Chaoyang?"

At this time, Dong Chaoyang, who was carrying the skeleton on his back, had climbed out of the dry well, and fell into the pile of dead branches and fallen leaves with a "plop".

Beiquan noticed that Dong Chaoyang's head had sunken down into a deep pit bigger than a fist. The wound was covered with mud, fallen leaves and moss, and the dried blood stained his face. He was originally a handsome man. The delicate face was dyed beyond recognition.

However, one of Dong Zhaoyang's arms and legs had obviously been broken, especially his right leg, which was twisted outwards at a completely abnormal angle. outside.

Dong Chaoyang, who was lying on the ground, propped up his upper body with the arm that was still intact, and slowly raised his head.

The skeleton on his back also moved with his movements, imitating Dong Zhaoyang's posture and raised his skeleton head without a trace of flesh and blood. In the dark eye sockets, there seemed to be two pinches of faint blue phosphorous fire burning.

"Mom!!!"

Pan Xiaoyun couldn't stand it anymore, screamed, rolled his eyes and kicked his legs, and passed out immediately.

The two girls, Liu Lingling and Huang Lan, were not necessarily much calmer than their squad leader. Now they huddled together and shivered like two quails drowning in water.

On the contrary, Luo Sen, who is usually the dullest, can still stand on his own legs at this time, staring stiffly at Dong Chaoyang, who is obviously no longer human.

"I said earlier that there is no need to hide."

Beiquan laughed softly, "Say it, you..."

He paused and changed his words:

"What do you wish for?"

Dong Zhaoyang "looked" towards Beiquan with the skeleton on his back.

Two voices sounded at the same time, and they all repeated the same word:

【I hate--】

Wei Fuyuan was very sure that he did "hear" two voices.

One of the voices belonged to a young man, while the other was higher and brighter, and should be younger, about the age when he could still be called a "boy."

The two voices repeated the same sentence over and over again:

【I hate--】

【I hate--】

【I hate so much—hate so much—hate so much——】

Every word and every word made my heart cry, and it seemed that there was really a monstrous hatred, which was hard to get rid of.

Wei Fuyuan turned his head to look at Beiquan.

In the past few weeks, he felt that he had seen all kinds of angry ghosts, but for some reason, Wei Fuyuan always felt that the person in front of him seemed to be different from the angry ghosts he had encountered.

——But what is the difference?

Wei Fuyuan couldn't speak for a while.

"Very well, it's right to hate."

Hearing the expected answer, Beiquan laughed.

He put his hands in his sleeves, and his right hand, which was hidden in the elbow, clasped the Qingguang Vientiane pen.

"I'm sure I can help you."

Beiquan said to Dong Chaoyang who was still lying on the ground and the skeleton on his back:

"It's just that you have to let me know what it is that you hate."

Dong Chaoyang—or Dong Chaoyang's corpse, seemed to understand Beiquan's meaning, tilted his head slightly, and even the skeleton on his back made a similar movement.

"Very well, I will take it as your consent."

Beiquan smiled, and at the same time flipped his wrist covertly, taking the hidden Vientiane Pen back into the sea of ​​air.

"It's just two people... a little bit troublesome..."

He deliberately lowered his voice.

"I can only work harder..."

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

He pricked up his ears reflexively, and leaned towards Beiquan, trying to hear what his boss was muttering in a low voice.

The next second, without any preparation, Wei Fuyuan suddenly felt a force hitting the back of his head.

—Fuck! ! !

At the moment when his soul came out of his body, Young Master Wei almost wanted to curse.

——This is the trick every time, Beiquan, you are too hurt! ! !

However, he still couldn't resist the familiar feeling of spinning around. Following the force of the slap on the back of his head, he jumped forward and fell directly into Beiquan's arms. He was grabbed by the collar again and threw it forward. He flew out with his back on his back...

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"No! I don't agree!!"

Before Wei Fuyuan recovered from the dizziness, he heard "myself" let out a scream with a broken sound, which pierced his eardrum with pain.

He barely adjusted the focus, and finally "seeed" everything in front of him clearly.

It was dark all around, and the only light source was the backlight of the flashlights of the mobile phones held in the hands of him and the person opposite.

Standing opposite him was a young man, because the lighting was too dim and the light source kept shaking, it took Wei Fuyuan a while to finally recognize who the other party was.

That person's face, which Young Master Wei had seen in the file list of missing teachers and students, was none other than counselor Song Qi.

During the time when Wei Fuyuan recognized him, the two had already quarreled again.

Dong Chaoyang did not show the respect students should have for their teachers at all, he yelled hysterically, cursing while crying:

"Now you know that you are sorry for your wife and son!?"

"Then why didn't you think about your wife and son when you hooked up with me!?"

"When you said you couldn't be hard on her, why didn't you miss her!?"

—Fuck!

Wei Fuyuan understood:

This turned out to be a teacher-student infidelity, or the kind of gay cheating marriage!