Nightmare Attack

"At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a photo was revealed on the tombstone. Although the photo became blurry after being exposed to wind and rain, if you look closely, you can still identify it. It is the tombkeeper who brought them here!"

"This tombkeeper is the murdered caregiver - Liu Genfu.

"Although Azhe figured it all out, it was too late. The gravekeeper took off his straw hat and the sunglasses on his face. Under the sunglasses, there were a pair of bloody eye holes."

"His eyes were gouged out, and even his head was shaking, as if it would fall off his neck at any time."

"Eye"

“What beautiful eyes”

"Liu Genfu slowly walked towards Azhe and his children. There was a lot of blood on his face, but he was smiling and kept smiling until he put his hands into their eyes."

The man's story ends here, but it leaves everyone thinking. The protagonist in the story, Azhe, is obviously the man in front of him.

Both his temperament and his voice when he spoke were very consistent.

But in the story, the ghost wanted the eyes of Azhe's son, but now that the man can stand here and tell them this story, it means that Azhe himself is dead.

Jiang Cheng thought about it differently, could it be that Azhe voluntarily handed over his eyes in order to protect his son.

He also fulfilled his promise and was willing to give anything for his son.

"Okay, our story is finished." The man raised his head slightly and looked at Jiang Cheng and the others, "It's your turn."

From Jiang Cheng's perspective, he could just see that the man in the darkness had no eyes, only a pair of empty eye holes, and there were dried blood around the eye holes.

After the last person's story was told, the rest of the people began to look at the people in Jiangcheng, including the female students, the writer, the woman in red, the driver of the black car, and the resident singer Azhe.

Slowly, even their bodies changed. The female student’s eyes became blood red, the scarf around the writer’s neck fell off, revealing the blue marks inside, and the woman in red’s legs seemed to be unsteady. The same thing, shaking constantly, the driver of the black car stretched out his left hand hidden in his sleeve, missing a middle finger, and Azhe, whose eyes were gouged out, his head was also shaking from side to side, as if it would fall off at any time.

Huaiyi and Fatty also noticed something was wrong. These were not human beings, they were all ghosts! But they had no way to escape.

Instinct told them that there might be something scarier than the ones in front of them hidden in the darkness nearby.

"Why don't you speak?" The female student's eyes were filled with resentment, "Don't you have any stories to tell?"

"If there is no story, it means they were not invited!" The driver of the black car had a high-pitched voice, which was particularly unpleasant.

The woman in red is even crazier than them. She seems to be sure that they have no story to tell. Her legs are twisted strangely, as if she is about to pounce at any time, "We want to hear stories! Listen to your stories!"

Huaiyi hugged the fat man involuntarily, his face full of fear and trembling.

The "people" who saw this scene became even more crazy. They slowly approached a few people and surrounded them.

Just when the scene was about to get out of control, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded, with a trace of undisguised disdain.

"That's it?" Jiang Cheng shook his head, glanced at the people gathered around him and said, "I really overestimated the dishes you had."

"You have the nerve to tell such a bad story. Are you here to make me laugh?"

Everyone was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this, and then Azhe's voice sounded, "Do you have a story?"

"I have many stories. I'm wondering which one to start with." Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him, as if he had no interest in him.

The woman in red threatened in a low voice: "Before you tell it, I need to remind you that the story you are going to tell must be true."

"Don't think you can get away with fabricated or hearsay stories. You can't hide it from us."

"If you make up a story and we find out, you will be punished accordingly!"

Jiang Cheng paused for a moment and started his first story.

"I have a friend," Jiang Cheng said. "He was once invited to a school to shoot an anniversary celebration. The finale was a girls' chorus."

"But after he finished filming the rehearsal and went back to look at the photos, he discovered something very strange."

"There are 48 girls participating in the chorus, but in the photos taken, there are 49 of them."

"There's an extra person?" Perhaps the scene in the college gave the female student a sense of belonging, and a trace of fear appeared on her face for a moment.

But what she didn't expect was that Jiang Cheng actually stopped, then turned his head mechanically, stared at her, and after a moment showed a strange smile, "Yes, there is one more person."

Jiang Cheng emphasized the last word "human" very strongly.

The female student couldn't help but shrink her neck and stopped talking.

"The weirdness in this school goes beyond that. Later, according to his inquiries, he found that there are almost no male teachers in the school, and even the school security guards are all women."

"And he also found in the school's archives that there were once first-level dancers who were forced to graduate, and the girl who appeared in the chorus was among them."

"She was killed by someone." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice: "A shameless lie from a man."

"This man was his teacher. At this time, he already had a girlfriend, but he was still pestering her. But later, he was worried that the matter would be exposed, so he called out to catch the thief, but then said that it was the female student who kept seducing him."

"Amid rolling eyes and accusations, the female student hanged herself in her beloved dance studio."

"From then on, there was no dancing white swan in the campus, but there was a fierce ghost with tense legs and strange steps."

"Every midnight, in the empty practice room, the strange dancing postures of female students will be reflected in the mirror on the wall."

"But she's not the only one."

"She would also drag the people she killed into the mirror and dance with them."

"Including the male teacher who killed him at that time. His jaw was broken off alive and he will always be left in the mirror to atone for his sins."

Jiang Cheng paused and stopped abruptly: "I'm done telling my story."

"Is it over?" The people who gathered around him were immersed in hearing this, "What's next? What happened to your friend in the end?"

Jiang Cheng was talking about the past copy of the school. He really wanted to say more, but if he continued, the secret would be revealed. He couldn't tell. Then I solved the mission and returned home.

He glanced at everyone with a look that said you'd better not ask, "Believe me, it's best that no one knows the rest of the story."

When Jiang Cheng looked at him, the writer who had been having the most fun just suddenly turned off. He saw the words "untouchable" in those eyes.