I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

Yang Shou has seen too many weird things, so he is not afraid of weird things.

But he is about to face the most terrifying existence in the dungeon.

He was not sure, and thought it would be better to act with the roommates in 404.

What's more, these roommates are so enthusiastic, and he volunteered to help him without doing anything.

"Thank you very much, you are as kind as I am."

In the dark corridor, Yang Shou's gentle laughter echoed.

The weird people at 404 didn't answer the conversation, they lowered their heads and walked silently at the forefront.

Long corridors, endless darkness.

In the tightly closed room on both sides, there seemed to be the rustling sound of students.

But this is just an illusion.

All the movements are just illusions in the dungeon.

This is a spooky dormitory lost in the past.

Come back when the weirdness comes.

What is still here, apart from the weirdness, is the evil thought that seems to be everywhere.

Yang Shou frowned, sensing that prying gaze.

He has already begun to miss Ping'an Community.

Every household in the community is weird, but they all live like normal people.

Dutiful, never so impolite.

"Didn't you try revenge later?"

Yang Shou asked.

Room 404 is too afraid of upstairs.

It's not as simple as being killed by evil thoughts.

"We have been."

The bedmate next door who once claimed to be Yang Shou's best friend walked at the end of the line and was closest to Yang Shou.

But it deliberately kept the distance between the two of them, and didn't dare to walk side by side with Yang Shou at all.

"After we died, regret and anger overwhelmed our fear."

"So that night we went upstairs and wanted revenge."

"Everyone joined forces to break up the evil thoughts, but they couldn't find the source of the evil thoughts."

"It must be in room 444."

"It must have died and turned into a weird Mr. Huang."

"The sound of knocking on the wall resounded again and again."

"The prying eyes never stopped."

"But there's really nothing in the room."

"Even if we become weird, we can't seem to find it."

"New evil thoughts reappeared, more powerful."

"Everyone is scared."

"Since then, I have never gone upstairs again."

"Brother Yang, I know you are strong."

"But if we can't find Teacher Huang's body, we can only be torn to pieces by the endless stream of evil thoughts."

Yang Shou smiled, "Actually, I already have the answer in my heart."

"The answer has always been in front of your eyes."

"It's just that you never thought about it."

Ah Qiang, who was walking at the front, thoughtfully, turned his neck 180 degrees, and looked at Yang Shou with a look of asking for advice.

"Brother Yang, you mean, it has something to do with the shoes on the window net?"

This weird and unique way of turning his head seemed familiar.

Teddy from Wang Aunt's family used to use it like this.

Yang Shou was startled at first, but now he has turned a blind eye.

"Yes, no matter how specific the situation is, I have to go into the room to have a look."

"You first help me entangle my evil thoughts."

The ten weirdos stopped walking up the stairs together, and turned their heads together, showing dull expressions.

"Brother Yang, didn't you make the move?"

They can sense the breath of Tianlong.

Powerful, domineering.

Definitely a creepy nemesis.

That's why they let go of their worries and went upstairs again.

After all, with Yang Shou, they only need to lead the way or do odd jobs.

They didn't intend to make a move at all.

But now it looks like Yang Shou is letting them do their best.

"You ten weirdos, can't you defeat one evil thought?"

Yang Shou once again said bitterly: "Finding the dead body is the most critical and dangerous thing."

"Is it wrong for me to let you entangle your evil thoughts?"

A few words were spoken, which made 404 feel ashamed.

They were only high school seniors.

Trapped in the dormitory after death, wandering in pain.

Knowing things has always been very limited.

Yang Shou's words sound reasonable.

Compared with finding dead bodies, fighting evil thoughts seems to be nothing.

"Brother Yang, don't worry, leave the evil thoughts to us!"

Ah Qiang said firmly, and continued to lead the way upstairs.

At the end of the last staircase on the third floor, there is a corridor on the fourth floor at the corner.

The malice pervading everywhere has almost turned into substance, lingering in the darkness, and turning into various terrifying visions.

The prying eyes, with a piercing chill, warned the enemies who rushed in.

Ten Obsession's expression suddenly became more dignified, and his steps were slow, walking forward slowly.

Yang Shou's expression is still very relaxed, but he is ready to shout out to the world at any time.

The ability to freeze time is the best one to use under any circumstances.

Getting closer.

Gradually, you can already see the house number 444 engraved on it.

The shabby gray and yellow door panel is like the sharp teeth of some kind of terrifying monster, which may lift up at any time and swallow its prey.

In the last two or three meters, Ah Qiang and his roommates no longer slowed down, screamed and rushed towards the door.

In the process of rushing forward, their clothes were rotten and tattered, their pale faces were bloody and bloody, and their eyes were vicious.

The door opens automatically.

A vague black shadow, exuding strong malice, was staring at the door.

Standing at the back, Yang Shou glanced at it casually, then moved his eyes away to look at the layout of the room.

The walls were yellow and rusty ceiling fans hung from the ceiling.

Desk, horizontal cabinet, sofa, single bed.

The room was square and square, with a clear view, and there was no place to hide the corpse.

But the strangest source of the whole dormitory must be in this room.

Teacher Huang should have died here.

Where is the body?

Yang Shou looked towards the windowsill.

There were also some pairs of shoes on the window frame.

No laces.

Boom boom boom.

In the dark dormitory building.

There was a knock on the wall.