This is obviously a very ordinary story, but why is this ordinary story so vivid after reading it? Even if you close the book, the ghosts in the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, and the scene where the protagonist suddenly gets up and bites the ghost to death, are all released in Xie Yanping's mind like a movie scene.

It's strange, how could I feel like this?

Xie Yanping naturally had no way to know about this situation. He was just a middle school student and did not have too many literary cells. He only knew whether the story was good or not, and whether he liked reading it. As for the deep-seated things in the novel, whether there is any literary value, he didn't know how to explain it.

However, after reading this article on "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", Xie Yanping felt that such a short story is like the myths and legends I heard when I was a child. Because he also felt that these myths are not necessarily very novel. However, "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is like these legends, and these stories that have been passed down for thousands of years, and are directly touching people's hearts.

Even if Xie Yanping wants to forget it, it is impossible.

It seems that I still have to order the next issue in the middle of the night, even if it’s just for this article.

I just don’t know if there is still a story like this in the next issue of “Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio”?

That night, Xie Yanping and his classmates returned to the dormitory.

He is a boarding student, and like most of the students, he lives in school.

After evening self-study this night, the school has turned off the lights and went to bed. However, young people are energetic now. Even if the lights are turned off, they are still chatting in the dormitory.

Some people talk about interesting things in the class.

Some people also say that a certain female classmate looks so pretty.

Some people tell some jokes.

At this time, Zhou Wen, who recommended the reader's Digest to Xie Yanping at noon, cleared his throat and said.

"Everyone, let's be quiet, quiet, it's time to read the philosophy of life every night."

I have to say that Zhou Wen is simply a hardcore reader's Digest. He keeps reading Reader's Digest by himself, and at the same time, he also recommends others to read it. Even so, basically every night, he will tell his classmates in the dormitory that philosophy of life.

"The reason why people suffer is because we have too many ***. If we know how to be content and always be happy, then we will not suffer..."

The philosophy of life has always been high-end, tall and complete, and Zhou Wen said that he was passionate and passionate. However, it was probably because the classmates in the dormitory had heard too much of Zhou Wen's life philosophy. In the past, Zhou Wen only listened to the story, but few of them could interrupt. But now, everyone discovered that this philosophy of life cannot be heard too much. If you listen too much, it is simply a destruction of your ears. During class, the teacher has already talked too much about these philosophy of life, and now when you sleep, you come again.

This is simply inhumane.

"Stop, stop talking today, we're almost asleep."

"Yes, Zhou Wen, let's take a break today and talk about it later. Don't talk about life philosophy anymore. We all understand these."

Just now, a classmate interrupted soon after.

"No, buddy, this is a very meaningful philosophy. If you don't want to listen to this, then what do you want to listen to?"

Zhou Wen was also a little depressed, but when he saw the dormitory classmate objecting, he had to stop.

"Tell a horror story. It's best to tell a horror story at night now."

One of them suggested.

"I agree, haha, it's so exciting to tell horror stories now."

"I agree. Didn't Zhu Songbin keep ordering the suspense world? There must be many horror stories in it. Hey, hey, Zhu Songbin, don't pretend to be asleep, how about a horror story?"

"I haven't slept, what horror stories do you want to hear?"

Seeing that everyone talked about themselves, Zhu Songbin replied immediately.

"What are the categories of horror stories?"

"Of course, there are mystery horror stories, suspense horror stories, and adventure horror stories, and many of them."

Zhu Songbin is a well-known reader of horror stories. When it comes to horror stories, he is very knowledgeable.

"Don't worry about the reasoning or suspense, just tell us one, as long as it's scary, the better."

"Yes, yes, it's the most terrifying thing, the kind that can completely scare us."

"Well, I'll tell a horror story that happened in school."

Seeing that everyone was so interested, Zhu Songbin was also interested.

In the past, he and Xie Yanping were the only ones who watched horror stories in the class, and no one else watched them much, which made him feel helpless. Since that was the case, I would tell them tonight and completely scare them. As long as they scare them, hey, let them follow them to see the suspense world in the future.

Zhu Songbin was preparing to start the lecture with the principles that good things should be shared with his good friends.

“That’s right, there is a middle school there in the southwest…”

Zhu Songbin is very serious about telling a recent ghost story that he has a more vivid and terrifying one.

However, just after halfway through the story, the classmates in the dormitory became a little annoyed.

"Zhu Songbin, this is the horror story you told. Just go ahead, it's not scary at all."

"Yes, Zhu Songbin, what horror story are you watching? It's not scary at all. Look, after we heard it, we didn't react anyway."

The students in the dormitory were obviously dissatisfied and said one after another.

"Okay, I'll change one, change another supernatural incident that happened in the hospital."

Unfortunately, I was only halfway through the talk, and the dormitory classmate interrupted again.

"Zhu Songbin, forget it, stop telling it. We know the horror stories you told. Either it happened in the hospital, in school, or in the middle of the night, there was too much film in these things, and there was no feeling at all."

"Cao, you guys are so hard to serve. You guys just asked me to talk about it, but now you have said this and that, I won't tell you anymore."

Zhu Songbin was a little angry and scolded them.

"Haha, Zhu Songbin, we're just talking, don't be angry, but your ghost story is indeed average."

They are all classmates and are used to joking, so everyone doesn't take it seriously even when they talk and laugh.

At this time, Xie Yanping, who had not spoken, spoke.

"Everyone, I read a ghost story today. It feels very good. Do you want to listen to it?"

"Forget it, Zhu Songbin said two of them just now, which is not scary at all. You probably think it's the same."

"Anyway, everyone can't sleep, just listen."

"That's right, then Xie Yanping, you can tell me, it's best to tell a horror story where we can't even sleep."

"Okay, listen."

Xie Yanping turned over and sat up. He was about to tell the ghost story he saw at noon - Liaozhai

He planned to sit and tell this ghost story because, he felt that if he was telling it while asleep, he would be frightened by this story.

"Chen Linsheng said: His friend, Mr. Weng, took a nap in summer, and in a hazy state, he saw a woman lifting the curtain into the house..."

The students in the dormitory listened quietly, and no one disturbed Xie Yanping.

Although, at the beginning, the dormitory classmates did not think that this ghost story was so scary.

However, although it is not scary, it feels OK, at least it doesn't feel disgusting. The most important thing is that they feel that this ghost story is very picturesque. Xie Yanping just told a few casual words, and the whole story was released like a movie.

"After a while, the woman put on clothes and put on the old man's stomach. The old man felt that it weighed hundreds of pounds. Although she understood everything in her heart, she wanted to raise her hand and her hands were bound; she wanted to raise her feet, but her feet were unable to move. She was so anxious that she wanted to shout for help, but she couldn't make a sound. Then, the woman sniffed his face, cheeks, nose, eyebrows, and forehead with her mouth. The old man felt her mouth was as cold as ice, and the cold air was boned. He was quick to wisely, and when she smelled her cheeks, she bit her hard. Not long after, she smelled her cheeks, and the old man took advantage of the momentum to bite her cheeks and bit her teeth into the flesh. The woman felt pain and wanted to leave quickly, but while struggling, she cried. But the harder the old man bit her intuition, the blood flowed through her cheeks and soaked the pillow..."

When Xie Yanping talked about this, everyone was already attracted by this ghost story.

Although they still thought that this ghost story was not that scary, they felt much better at this time. Especially when the story was told, the whole picture represented by the story became clearer. They already felt that an old man was pressed on the bed by a ghost, and at the same time, his hands and feet were tied up and he couldn't even speak.

However, when they thought about it, they couldn't help but feel a little numb on their scalp.

Several classmates had goosebumps.

However, after all, it’s still a man who is braver. In addition, there are so many people in the dormitory, what’s there to be afraid of?

Thinking of this in my heart, the horror of the past slowly faded away.

A few minutes later, the ghost story of more than a thousand words was officially told.

"It's not so good, it's ordinary."

The dormitory classmate commented.

"Yes, it may not be very scary. I just feel that after listening to this story, I remember it all at once."

"I think this story is easier to remember, but it's not scary at all."

"Forget it, forget it, stop talking, everyone go to bed."

It was a little late, so everyone chatted casually and said they were ready to go to bed.

"Okay, go to bed."

After everyone finished speaking, they closed their eyes and were about to fall asleep.

However, the bad things came out as soon as the eyes were closed.

Almost all the students in the entire dormitory, when their eyes closed, they felt a shadow in their minds.

The shadow was blowing cold air into their mouths, and it was open, as if it was about to bite them at any time.

In an instant, the vest cooled down and all the hairs stood up.

A few students turned over and got up on the spot, trembling with a hint of scared trembling, and muttered.

"There is a ghost."

"There is a ghost"

"There is a ghost."

"There is a female ghost."
Chapter completed!