Thriller Night Talk

In troubled times, human life is worthless, and not everyone can turn into a vicious ghost even if they die with a wronged cause.

It's just that Xuanmen Village itself has a special geographical location. It is naturally a feng shui bureau for gathering yin and nourishing evil spirits. The corpse of the rich man who died tragically was thrown into the well. Li Gui's conditions should have harmed one side and disturbed the entire Xuanmen Village.

But this village has a tradition of "sending evil spirits".

Bury the dead behind the village, not to mention the town of Yin, and hold sacrifices every year, use paper figures and horses as substitutes for the villagers, and use a lot of blood as sacrifices, which will accumulate in the village for a year "Send" away the evil spirit of the villagers to keep the villagers safe.

Although I don't know when this sacrificial ceremony started, but invisibly, it happened to "pacify" the grieving spirit of the young master in the well.

The villagers stayed in a small mountain village with a ghost, and they lived in peace for 100 years.

Time flies, time flies, it is estimated that even the oldest old man in Xuanmen Village has no idea of ​​the immoral things that his ancestors did in the past.

If Dong Zhaoyang hadn't happened to die in the same dry well this time, and the blood and strong resentment at the time of his death had awakened the boy who was suppressed in the well...

"Ugh!"

Beiquan sighed:

"They're all poor people, why bother making things difficult for each other?"

Strictly speaking, the little boy in the dry well has been raised in the well for more than 100 years and has been nourished day and night by the shadows and evil spirits of Xuanmen Village. From the perspective of fragment space, it is definitely not an easy role to settle.

In addition, Dong Chaoyang, who had just been murdered, still had a deep memory of the tragic death, and it was the time when the resentment was strongest.

When the two are superimposed, it is not that one plus one equals two, but that the boiling oil in a hot pan meets boiling water. If it explodes, Beiquan is really afraid that it will be difficult for him to protect such a group of people...

——So, is there any way to resolve this matter peacefully?

He tilted his head, thought carefully for a moment, and then asked one person and one bone lying in front of the dry well, "You two, do you want to take revenge with your own hands?"

This question from Beiquan was really unexpected. Dong Zhaoyang and the dry bones on his back never expected him to ask this question.

The two were silent for a while, and the mouth of Dong Zhaoyang's corpse moved stiffly.

He only heard a loud guttural sound from his throat, but Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan, and even a few students standing behind could "hear" Dong Zhaoyang's voice.

【revenge? 】

he asks:

[Can I really... Can I take revenge? 】

Beiquan rolled his eyes and smiled sincerely:

"Of course, I will definitely satisfy your wish. You can repay whatever you want until you are satisfied."

As he said that, he turned his wrist, and the Qingguang Vientiane Pen appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Trust me, it will definitely make you happy."

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In the dark forest, a man was running.

The mountain road is rugged and steep, and it has just rained, so it is slippery and difficult to walk.

But even so, the man didn't dare to stop.

Holding his mobile phone as a light, he kept turning his head while running, and shouted:

"I'm sorry! Please spare me, spare me—"

Before he could finish his pleading, the man stepped on the ground, staggered, tilted his center of gravity, and rolled down the hillside.

The man was unlucky. The slope here happened to be very steep. Like a billiard ball, he smashed through several bushes and small trees all the way, and finally rolled to the bottom of the slope with great difficulty.

"Please, please forgive me..."

The man wanted to get up, but he felt a sharp pain in his thigh, which was so painful that his eyes turned black.

He sat up in embarrassment, but found that the phone had fallen somewhere, and without the lighting, he couldn't see clearly, so he could only touch it with trembling hands.

As soon as he touched it, he felt a hand full of blood, as well as a sharp tree stump that pierced his thigh directly from bottom to top.

"Ahhhh!"

The man hissed and screamed:

"My leg, my leg! Help! Help!"

He instinctively wanted to struggle, but the wooden stake firmly nailed him to the ground, and it hurt like hell when he moved.

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

He roared hysterically into the silent forest:

"Chaoyang, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

【Are you calling me? 】

A voice sounded faintly behind the man, and at the same time, one hand held a shimmering object and passed it close to his neck.

The man felt his scalp explode.

That hand was pale and cold, and what he was holding was the mobile phone he had lost somewhere when he rolled down the cliff just now.

"Well--"

The man let out a mournful cry like a dying animal.

One of his thighs was wedged by a stake, so he could only look up.

With the help of the dim light of the mobile phone screen, the man could barely make out the outline of the other party.

Standing behind him was the one whom he had personally pushed into the dry well, his student, his cheating partner, his secret lover, Dong Chaoyang who should have died a long time ago.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Song Qi cried out hysterically.

But two hands as cold as ice grabbed his throat tightly.

Song Qi's screams came to an abrupt end.

Like a chicken whose neck has been pinched, his eyes are wide open and his eyeballs protrude. His handsome face turns from white to red, from red to blue, and finally turns into purple.

"Crack".

The sound of bones breaking was very crisp.

Dong Zhaoyang sent his hand away.

Teacher Song tilted his head to one side and fell heavily to the ground.

His cervical spine was broken, and he was dead beyond death...

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……

"One time isn't enough, is it?"

Bei Quan did not know when he appeared beside Dong Zhaoyang.

He saw that the young man was looking down at his hands with his head down, so he smiled slightly and asked in a low voice:

"So, try another scene?"

Dong Zhaoyang turned his head and moved his lips, 【How to change? 】

Beiquan smiled and gestured.

When Dong Chaoyang looked up again, he found that he had returned to the school he was familiar with.

"Go."

Beiquan pushed Dong Chaoyang's shoulder.

"I said it until you felt good."

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Song Qi walked in the familiar corridor on the third floor of the teaching building. For some reason, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him behind him.

It was class time, and the corridor was empty except for him.

Song Qi turned his head several times, but he didn't see anyone.

"...It's just an illusion."

Teacher Song murmured:

"...he's dead...not here...don't worry..."

Although he comforted himself so much, the right hand clasped on his left wrist was still pinching his flesh nervously.

Song Qi walked all the way to the stairs, and when he looked up suddenly, he saw a figure, and suddenly he was shocked, and screamed "ah".

But then he saw clearly that it was just a decorative mirror pasted on the stairs, and what was reflected in the mirror was only his own figure.

Song Qi stopped, faced himself in the mirror, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's just an illusion."

He repeated it to himself in the mirror.

After finishing speaking, Song Qi turned around and prepared to go downstairs.

But the moment he turned his head, he vaguely spotted something out of the corner of his eye.

Song Qi stopped and turned around suddenly.

This time, he saw clearly.

The mirror did reflect his own appearance, but the "he" in the mirror kept standing upright, not in sync with his own movements at all.

"!!"

Song Qi was sure that he was not mistaken.

His hair stood on end, a chill ran up his back along the back of his head, his feet softened, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

At this time, "Song Qi" in the mirror turned his head slowly and slowly.

"what!!!!"

Song Qi let out a scream, turned around and ran towards the stairs.

Because he saw that the person in the mirror clearly had a face he was most familiar with—it was Dong Zhaoyang who was pushed into the dry well by him!

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Song Qi shouted while running:

"I didn't mean to! Don't kill me! Please! Don't kill me!"

However, his pleas for help were of no avail.

No matter how Song Qi runs, as long as he passes any reflective object, no matter if it is a mirror, glass, pool or even just a clean tile, he can see the shadow of another person.

Song Qi, who was killed by him, was staring at him through every reflection, and no matter where he fled, he could not escape this evil obstacle.

"Forgive me! Forgive me!"

Song Qi ran out of the teaching building like crazy.

Under the astonished gazes of the teachers and students, he ran like a fly that had lost its soul, panicked and didn't even know where he was going.

At this moment, Mr. Song's mind was blank, he just wanted to avoid the ubiquitous figure of Dong Chaoyang.

"squeak--"

Screech of brakes.

"Boom-"

The sound of heavy objects colliding.

Accompanied by the screams around, Song Qi flew upside down like a torn bag, fell three meters, and landed heavily on the ground.

There was a fist-sized pit on the back of his head, and blood mixed with brains gushed out.

At the last moment of dying consciousness, what Song Qi saw was Dong Chaoyang's face reflected in the pool of his own blood...

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"how do you feel?"

Beiquan consulted with customers.

【No meaning...】

Standing beside him was a translucent figure, which was Dong Zhaoyang's soul.

The young man looked at the dead body of his teacher lying in the middle of the road, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.

The despair, pain and unwillingness at the time of death are still deeply imprinted in his three souls and seven souls, but the feeling of revenge with his own hands is far less enjoyable than he imagined.

【Really boring……】

Dong Zhaoyang repeated it again.

Beiquan smiled slightly.

He thought it was okay, it seemed that he had indeed come in time, and he could finally save one or the other.

"So, do you want to continue?"

He asked Dong Zhaoyang.

【No...】

Dong Zhaoyang shook his head slowly.

【I'm tired of...】

He could see clearly that all this was not worth it for a scumbag.

So Dong Zhaoyang replied:

[I don't want to see this person again. 】