Changsheng coffin shop

South City University has a long history.

It used to be a school in the past, and many scholars and students were executed here during the melee. After the school was abolished three times, it became an experimental base.

I don't know how many grievances are lingering in it, and the ancient locust tree is the most sinister, but the towering ancient locust tree on the campus has witnessed that period of history.

Since Xie Mian saw the ghost, every time he passed by, he felt that the ghosts above were so thick that they could crush him to death.

Strangely, walking with Fan Lan this time, the spirits on the ancient pagoda tree were so quiet that they seemed to be reincarnated collectively, Xie Mian couldn't help but look up.

...Why are they trembling this time? ?

Xie Mian was watching intently.

"Zhao Bin's body is haunted by ghosts, and the other side flower can't be solved. Let's go to Bao Haowen's dormitory first." Fan Lan said.

"Oh, okay, okay" Although he was a little worried, it was not easy for a layman to tell an expert, so he took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Bin, saying that he would not go back to the dormitory for the time being.

Zhao Bin was shivering in the dormitory. He was really scared by Bian Ming just now, and asked him where he was going and if he could go with him.

Xie Mian tilted his head to look at Fan Lan, asking for his opinion, and seeing that he nodded almost imperceptibly, he said, "Okay, you come down to Bao Haowen's dormitory, and we will go there together."

Because of Bao Haowen's suicide, no one in the dormitory dared to stay in the dormitory. In addition, the summer vacation was approaching, and everyone who could have a vacation was on vacation, so it was convenient for them to come and check.

Rumor has it that he is a rich, handsome and rich generation, but he doesn't have much personal stuff, except for a school unified cabinet, only his desk and a box are left.

A row of professional books and a laptop are on the table.

Fan Lan thought it was smelly, so she refused to reach out her hands, and told Xie Mian to pull the drawer with her hands tied in her sleeves.

Xie Mian took out two paper towels, wrapped them up and opened the drawer. There was a simple-looking mirror inside, and half a piece of unburned talisman paper. The color on it didn't look like cinnabar.

Standing next to him, Fan Lan lowered her head slightly, leaning against his neck without any intention of keeping a distance, her cool long hair draped over Xie Mian's neckline, soft but very comfortable.

His breathing is shallow and a bit cold, like the air-conditioning wind with the right temperature, people can't help but get close to him, nestling in his arms...

Xie Mian coughed wanting to hide it, and stayed away from him.

"This is written in blood, human blood." Fan Lan took his hand, and with the paper in his hand, he picked up the red paper under the talisman paper, on which was written a name and date of birth, and another Small locks of hair.

He unnaturally withdrew his hand from Fan Lan's grasp, rubbed the soaked cold wrist bones, picked up a pen and gently picked up the covered name.

Zhao Bin!

The pen in Xie Mian's hand fell to the ground with a thud, bounced up and down a couple of times unwillingly, and subconsciously turned to look at Zhao Bin.

He had just saved Bian Ming, and he was about to face Zhao Bin's crisis so soon. Xie Mian took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any way?"

As soon as Fan Lan opened his mouth, he heard a crisp sound behind him, it was the sound of a broken bottle!

"I... I didn't do it on purpose." Zhao Bin took a few steps back. He was just curious about what was in a small bottle, but he didn't expect it to break if he didn't hold it carefully.

A glass bottle shouldn't be worth much.

He looked at Xie Mian's eyes that widened suddenly, followed his line of sight to his feet, and suddenly a huge purple-black smoke rose from the pile of debris, rushing straight towards him!

"what!"

"Zhao Bin!" Xie Mian yelled out.

But it's too late.

The smoke penetrated straight into his body, almost immediately his face was dry, he looked at the front dully, and a hoarse and hungry cry came out of his throat.

I can't wait to rush over and tear them apart immediately.

Xie Mian stepped back, pressed the birthday card with her palm, and her whole body seemed to be pulled into the darkness in an instant.

He tried to open his eyes wide, and found a cluster of small flames jumping gently.

He stretched out his hand, and as soon as he touched it, the flame went out with a pop.

The dark night seemed to have been torn open for nothing, and the face of a young girl slowly emerged from the huge mirror.

The girl's skinny melon-seeded face was pale, her nose was upturned, her lips were delicate and small, and her long hair hung down behind her. She was so beautiful that people could even ignore her dead face.

Xie Mian looked down, but saw that her lower body was covered with sticky black blood clots, and she was holding a ghost baby in her arms... whose body was so fragmented that it could barely be seen that it was a baby!

The ghost baby's head was broken in half, and the eyeball on the right side was also missing. Pus flowed from the black hole, and the bones all over the body seemed to have been smashed and put together again.

"Look, baby, Dad brought us such delicious food." The voice was soft, like a feather gently sweeping over Xie Mian's heart, but it made him shiver fiercely.

At this time, a huge smell of blood suddenly surged in the air from all directions!

In the blink of an eye, he tried his best to dodge backwards. As soon as he turned around, he felt something wrapped around his neck, and he subconsciously pulled it. As a result, it seemed that there were thorns growing on it, and it became tighter and tighter. suffocate him.

"Save me... Please help me, I'm still young and I don't want to die... I know I'm wrong..."

"Why don't you save me...I'm going to eat your flesh one bite at a time and dig out your heart, so that you will be obedient, you will be obedient..."

"it hurts……"

"Shi Xuezhe... As long as you help me... I will..."

Xie Mian couldn't hear it clearly, but felt that the wrap around his neck was getting tighter and tighter. He was close to going into shock, and he felt dizzy for a while.

Fan Lan looked indifferently at Zhao Bin, who looked like a walking corpse. There was no trace of warmth in those dark eyes that were bottomless.

He glanced away, skipped over Xie Mian, stood up straight, a shadow flashed in his eyes, and patted his sleeves with his fingertips.

"Tear it up, Qingyu."