"Um?"

When I heard him speak, I murmured in my heart: What is he reciting?

"Second, keep exercising and actively participate in cultural and entertainment activities."

"Three, do not be late for class, do not leave early when attending meetings, be orderly, be disciplined, and do not do things that affect others' learning."

...

He seemed to be avoiding me and continued to say words behind my back, making me unable to touch my mind. Over time, I could hear clearly what he was talking about.

Well... school rules!

Why do you need to recite the school rules?!

I didn't bother him. When the last one sniffed the flower and extinguished the fire, the surrounding environment fell into darkness again. There was no other movement except for my breathing and the sound of his reciting the school rules.

"Twelve, no cards, chess, smoking, drinking, no billiards are allowed, no business dance halls, Internet cafes, video halls and hair washing cities are allowed, and no participation in feudal superstitions and gambling activities are strictly prohibited."

The boy paused with his back here for a few moments, as if his emotions were broken. He broke down and shouted: "Mom, I want to go home... I was wrong! I was really wrong! They all bully me! They are all bad people!"

"Principal...Principal, I didn't want to escape!"

"ah!"

The boy shook his shoulders as if he was being tortured, as if he began to keep silent about his own secrets: "I didn't say those... I didn't... Principal, please don't hit me... I was wrong... I won't run away! I won't run away!"

"Uh...wuwuwu..."

Later, the boy's shoulders were so frequent that he seemed to be epilepsy. The violent convulsions made him tremble and said: "I don't want to live anymore... I, I want to die so much... Who will save me! I must kill you when I go out!"

"hiss……"

I took a breath as I listened to the boy.

Combined with what he said, I suddenly realized what he meant and realized why what I saw under the fire just now was a body full of scars.

At least! He is not a living person now!

"Click!"

I always kept a distance from the boy, but subconsciously found that I wanted to comfort the boy. I raised my foot and walked forward, but the soles of my feet stepped on a pool of liquid, and a clattering sound was so harsh.

"Swish..."

The boy finally turned around at this moment.

"Click!"

When I saw the boy's face, I took a step back in panic.

Because he looks so cruel! so miserable!

I thought that the faces of ordinary ghosts only have special effects in movies, but I didn’t expect that this boy’s face also has color.

It is the kind of malnutrition, irregular work and rest time, and lack of adequate sleep for a long time. There is a little green light in the whiteness, and there are dark red palm prints on both sides of the cheeks that are often left by the mouth being slapped.

Three colors are mixed together, and you can tell that you are not a human being at first glance.

His neck, his neck had a circle of scars strangled by iron wire, sinking into the depth of nearly one centimeter of his skin.

It is obviously a lovely face, but now it looks not only cunning... its facial features are more or less twisted. The nose is not the nose, and the mouth is not the mouth, as if it is a misaligned facial features that are being beaten alive.

The most important thing is that there is a conspicuous wound on his wrist, and the liquid I stepped on was the blood flowing on the ground from the wound on his wrist.

He suddenly smiled, a false smile rising from the corners of his mouth: "Hehe... I don't want this either! But living is too painful!"

"well!"

I shook my head and sighed. Since he showed up in front of me and had no threat of attack, he could determine that he did not want to hurt me.

So I took out a shriveled cigarette case from my pocket and lit two in one go. One was placed in front of him and the other was held in my mouth. After taking a few puffs of cigarettes, I spoke to him and said, "What happened? I died so miserably."

"It's just despair of life."

The boy picked up a cigarette with two fingers, and while smoking skillfully, he waved his wrists, and said, "I played very well in games, really, very good. But I couldn't study and my grades were bad. My parents controlled me to play games and asked me to study hard. During adolescence, I was very rebellious, and then I fought against them, smoked, slammed tables, and smacked suicide."

"Later...they compromised."

"It was said that there were no decent e-sports schools in the north, and they found relatives in the south and said they contacted me an e-sports club's youth training camp."

"I said that I went to the youth training camp and after the trial training, I could play a profession."

I looked at him frowning and guessed the next plot: "Then your parents took you to the south, but there was actually no youth training camp. Did you take you to some kind of school and hope to quit some bullshit Internet addiction?"

"right……"

Although he was very familiar with smoking, the smoke had not passed through his lungs and was swallowed and vomited directly into his mouth, making him just a mouthful.

"What's the matter?"

I'm very interested in knowing the subsequent plot.

At this time, he kept a calm mind and said surging words in the calmest tone: "After I entered that school, I was shocked and beaten. I was really desperate at that time, but now I think about it."

"I just thought, I can't live anymore, I can't realize it if I live."

"But there was nothing that made me commit suicide! I secretly peeled off the iron sheet under the classroom table. Every time I went to the toilet, I would polish the iron sheet. After a month, the iron sheet finally got very sharp by me."

He might have felt that it was difficult to express his situation in words, so he simply used his cigarette-pinching hand to slide back and forth on his wrist: "The iron sheet was hidden in my crotch later, and no one could find it. When the lights were turned off at night and I went to bed, I took the iron sheet to cut my wrist and kept stinging..."

"I didn't feel pain, I just felt relief."

"That feeling is so wonderful, just like a very thirsty person suddenly drinks a bowl of sweet water to quench thirst. That taste is so wonderful."

He twisted the cigarette butt into his blood: "After I died, the school could not control itself and was sealed by the official. Many children like me returned home, and some even went to my grave and bowed to me, saying that I was their savior, and that without me, they might be like me."

"How can a pretty good kid not be able to think about it?"

I looked at his indifferent expression, as if he was just talking about ordinary things.

"Then are those who died? Or are they not?"

He used a sophistry online to fight back to my silence.

"I don't know either……"

There is nothing I can do when faced with this problem.

He gritted his teeth and told the follow-up story: "After I died, my soul kept floating, and inexplicably returned to my hometown. But this was the beginning of another nightmare, another ghost, a very powerful ghost."

“He lives in a large villa in the wilderness.”

“There are a lot of ghosts that die in the same way as me.”

"He asked us to call him the principal, and we had to kneel down to him every day and kowtow to him, otherwise he would use the electric wire to power us."

"I don't know how he used the wires, how he controlled us and prevented us from escaping. I don't know why he could find more ghosts who died like this. He was tortured by him and was scattered. There was a second one to fill it up immediately, and a continuous stream of suicides."

"Damn it!? Can a ghost still be so awesome??"

I really can't believe that the territory under my eyes actually has such disgusting activities that are equal to dirty.

The suicide ghost is extremely pitiful.

Now that I can’t live a peaceful life after death.

I can't understand why the principal he mentioned is? He is so arrogant? I'm really not afraid of taking the order of the Yin and Yang realms seriously!

"He is very powerful..."

He tried to cover the fear of his eyes and limbs: "I learned to be smart after I died because I knew that the evil dragons would never be killed. So I obeyed him, stopped resisting, and successfully became the squad leader. It just so happened that he didn't know where to poke out this other side of the shore, and asked me to come to Jiangnan to suck those lonely ghosts."

"It is said that when he becomes a Buddha in the future, he will reward me as his eldest disciple. Maybe he will become arhat or something."

"I didn't expect that I just finished the matter and met you."

"That woman just now scared me out of control. It reminded me of the fear of being dominated during my lifetime, and left me with nowhere to hide... I have recovered a lot now."

This time when he spoke, I used the light on his face to silently observe his words and deeds.

When he finished speaking, I suddenly realized something bad.

Because his emotions changed so quickly! He is too calm now!

Yin Ruhua suddenly ate a group of lonely ghosts! Even if the suicide ghost faced Yin Ruhua's corpse energy, he would definitely not be like this.

Could it be...he is lying!?
Chapter completed!