Lao Gong begs you not to seek death

Hearing the bones of "Gaba Gaba", "Wang An" twisted his joints and slowly stood firm, feeling that he was manipulating a doll that did not belong to him. The technique was unfamiliar and he didn't know the severity. Lin Yusheng's heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice: "You If you can’t walk like a human, it’s better to be a ghost.”

"Wang An" squeaked, raised his arm and pointed to the opposite side, "Lin Yu, I can break such thin arms and legs without any effort. You should know who is the home court now."

The little ghost's voice was not as mature as imagined, it still maintained a childlike soft voice, unnaturally imposed on Wang An's body, making people creepy for no reason.

But "Wang An"'s complexion had already turned black, the pupils were filled with filth, and several black marks spread out on his cheeks, like two boa constrictors wrapped around their bodies. Lin Yusheng understood at a glance that this was a sign that mortals had begun to assimilate with ghosts. If the kid couldn't be stripped out within an hour, his soul would be trapped in the body until he completely turned into a dead body.

Lin Yusheng clenched his hands tightly, but he had to let go, "What do you want to play with me?"

"It's very simple!" The kid's expression was visibly happy, "As long as you can guess how many people I've killed so far, I'll let them go!"

Lin Yusheng narrowed his eyes and observed its expression and movements carefully, "I don't think I have such great powers."

When the word "kill" was mentioned, Wang An's expression lagged a beat.

Whether it was the kid's emotions or Wang An's, he didn't know.

Then the little ghost waved his hand, and black dot-like targets appeared on Wang An's forehead, neck, chest, and stomach one after another.

A barrel of darts rose out of nowhere in front of Lin Yusheng, and there were three scattered darts in total.

The little ghost said with a smile: "Add an additional condition, one of these marked parts is my weakness." He pointed to a black spot on his stomach, "Here, there are five people." Moving his finger to his chest, " Here are six." Up to the neck, "Seven." And finally the forehead, "Eight."

Lin Yusheng put the darts in his pocket, pretending to be relaxed and said with a smile: "It seems that as long as I can guess the number of people you kill correctly, you will be able to lose your soul? Unexpectedly, this game is quite humane."

The little ghost laughed loudly when he heard the words, "That's what it means, as long as you can hit it, but..."

Lin Yusheng frowned, "What?"

"You too, Lin Yusheng."

"..."

The little ghost raised his hand embarrassingly, "As long as I can guess how many people you have saved so far, I can also drive you out of your wits."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yusheng turned around in astonishment, the glass reflection in the window was vivid, and the same black spots appeared on his body.

Forehead, neck, chest, stomach.

Then another bucket of darts appeared out of thin air, this time it rose in front of the kid.

Seeing this, Lin Yusheng couldn't laugh or cry, "Brother, I don't have any memories of before I was seven years old. I don't even know how many people I saved."

"Thirty, twenty, ten..." The little ghost ignored it and pointed to the black spots on his body from bottom to top. Lin Yusheng wondered to himself, "Did I have an obsessive-compulsive disorder when I was young?" ? Save people in round numbers?"

After pointing to the forehead, the kid paused for a while, and spit out a number, "Zero."

Lin Yusheng: "..."

The number "zero" is too much, not to mention the people who were saved before the age of seven, but the people who were saved after meeting Ji Si are enough. unfair.

Just as he was about to protest, the little ghost left a sentence without anyone noticing: "Hee hee hee, peek-a-boo is starting!" Then he wiped the soles of his feet with oil and disappeared.

Lin Yusheng: "Damn it! Are you still looking for it? It's such a hassle."

But he had no choice but to walk out following the traces left by the sound. Wherever the ghosts passed by, there would be more or less footprints. It is not too difficult to find them, but now the little ghost is on Wang An's body. Well, Wang An is a human being, and human footprints are much harder to find than ghosts.

As a result, Lin Yusheng pushed open the iron doors of one classroom after another, but he did not find Wang An. He simply slowed down, recounted the time, and thought about the fundamental question of "how many people were killed?" question.

Liu Jinli said that his wish is to bring "Lin Yu" back. The wisher must pay the price of his soul. The conclusion of wish and realization is considered successful. Liu Jinli collected the souls of five people with the help of Yi Xiaojun. , He has indeed seen it in the team where the Yin soldiers borrowed the way, so the number of people killed by the little ghost is at least five or more.

The boys who died on the playground should also be counted, plus one.

But he couldn't be sure about the safety of Lu Xintong and Hu Xiao. At this moment, the kid's words suddenly echoed in his ears, "As long as you can guess how many people I have killed so far, I will let them go."

There is "they" here, which means that Lu Xintong and Hu Xiao are safe for the time being, so the answer is - six.

The weak point is the chest.

After thinking about it, Lin Yusheng immediately reached into his pocket and grasped the dart tightly, his ears quickly discerning the sound. After all, Wang An is still a human being, and people don't exist quietly when they walk. As long as they concentrate and meditate, they will definitely know his position.

He slowly closed his eyes, shutting everything out.

After a moment of silence, two sounds of "click" and "click" came.

It's footsteps.

on the left!

Lin Yusheng ran away, and came to the stairs without panting. The classroom next to the stairs is a utility room, which is usually used to store the materials and tables and chairs of the studio. The sound came from here. He was about to push forward He entered the door, but his feet froze, remembering that this little ghost was as light as a swallow, and his skills in jumping up and down were top-notch, those who didn't know thought it was a loach reincarnated, and couldn't help muttering.

It would be bad if we let him escape again.

So, the question now should be "how to catch a mischievous kid".

Lin Yusheng was thinking about it, and habitually put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked around when he suddenly came across something soft and cold. He was stunned, and took it out to see that it was a bright and delicious persimmon.

It is the persimmon cake that grandma made for him during her lifetime.

The answer to the question, found...

He didn't have time to be sentimental, so he hurriedly broke the cake into two pieces, hid at the door of the utility room, carefully threw half of it in, and put the other half not far away.

For a second, there was no response.

Two seconds, no response.

Three seconds later, I heard a "clang" sound, which seemed to be the movement of the seats colliding, followed by a very small sound of footsteps, as if someone was walking over with a cat on their waist and feet.

Soon there was the sound of chewing food, "baji, baji", Lin Yusheng could even imagine the little ghost in Wang An's face, gobbling it up like he had never seen a dried persimmon.

Then the sound stopped slowly, Lin Yusheng swallowed nervously, staring at the door...

As long as the opponent reaches out with a hand or a foot, he will grab it immediately!

However, what came out was neither hands nor feet, but a face with distorted features, a pair of round eyes fixed on him, and a very weird smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he knew he was here a long time ago Sitting on the sidelines.

Lin Yusheng was so frightened on the spot that his limbs went numb.

"Hehehe, do you think I don't know what your grandma's persimmon tastes like?"