This is not a weird story

Strange tales from an old house.

The trickster boy finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stood in the bloody mist for a long time, until the bloody mist began to disappear.

This shows that the "teacher's last wish" ghost story and the rule-based mania of the 309 dormitory ghost story have passed, the mania has subsided, and the two ghost stories have also calmed down.

However, these two ghost stories are now seriously damaged. After the rule has experienced mania, especially this mania was deliberately caused by someone, this means that the ghost stories themselves may no longer be repairable.

If he hadn't listened to Wei An's words, the Whispering Boy wouldn't have wanted to let the bridge mirror connect these two ghost stories to the ancient house for a moment.

He was afraid that Gu Zhai Wei Tan would also be affected by these manic emotions and become uncontrollable.

But this probability is very low.

The boy lowered his head and murmured to himself: "Sir, it's not that I don't want to wait for you. I've been waiting for you for so long. It's very dangerous for you to be wrapped up by that thing. It's even more dangerous for you to fall into that black hole again." It's a shame. From this point of view, I have done my best to wait for you for so long. Please don't trigger the mark of fear in my body!"

After saying this, he waited again, and then walked cautiously towards the ancient house. After walking in the mist for a while, he could already see the outline of the ancient house outside.

The boy looked back, gritted his teeth for the last time, and stepped out of the mist that was about to turn completely white.

Standing in front of his ancient house, he breathed out slowly, turned his head and glanced in the direction he came from with lingering fear, and carefully sensed the fear in his body.

Well, also, the adult really did not lie to himself, although the fear was very weak.

But now that Wei An is probably dead, even if the boy has this mark of fear in his body, he no longer worries about who can trigger it.

Thinking of this, the boy felt slightly relieved.

He walked up to the door of the ancient house. As soon as he opened the door, everything familiar came into view, making the boy's face show a smug smile again.

With a thought in my mind, I had already sensed the bridge mirror in my room. Just when I was about to let it disconnect the other two strange stories, my eyes suddenly flashed and a figure appeared from the lobby door.

The moment the figure appeared, he obviously didn't expect to see anyone else, and was still mumbling to himself as he walked away.

"It seems I haven't been hiding for long. Why does this strange story make me feel like it's useless?"

This person is Jian Hui who has been hiding.

He first discovered that this strange story was not simple, and when all the participants who came together could not escape their bad luck, he immediately started to hide it.

In this way, it is better to wait until the next group of participants enters and then make plans.

So he gave Chen Fang the remaining unused pills that could hide his aura in advance.

There weren't many pills left, so Chen Fang was quickly discovered by a strange person while hiding in the rockery, and almost died.

Jian Hui did not tell the truth. In fact, he still had three such pills on his body, which he accidentally obtained in one of the strange stories. From then on, he reached the pinnacle of "gou".

This pill has a special feature, that is, as long as there is one pill left that is not used up, after leaving it for a period of time, a second identical pill will be produced in the inventory.

Therefore, Jian Hui never dared to use the last one. He even specially saved two for the end. These two were his bottom line and he would basically never use them.

Now he was only using the third one. He did not emerge from hiding until all the effects of the medicine were used up.

However, after showing up, Jian Hui discovered that there was something wrong with the strange talk. Although he was used to it, Jian Hui had at least experienced a lot of strange talk, large and small, and he still had some sensitivity to strange talk.

He found that the whole weird feeling was fading at an extremely fast speed. There was no sense of weirdness anymore, everything became ordinary, the house was just a house, and it no longer exuded the weird charm it had before.

And I never heard the chanting of Guiying's resentful soul again.

After searching around the house, he saw nothing. Gradually, he began to no longer worry about what danger he would encounter.

Then he saw Guiying's body in one of the side rooms, and also saw some spell patterns drawn on the floor in that room.

Jian Hui seemed to have seen these patterns somewhere before. He had some impressions, but he couldn't tell what they were. After all, in his experience of ghost stories, he had very little contact with this spell.

Although he saw Guiying's weird corpse, Jian Hui did not dare to get close because of the tragic death and the elusive spell patterns in the room.

He has always been very cautious, and he would never choose to take risks in this situation.

The result of Jian Hui not getting closer was that he missed the passage that had been opened under Guiying's body to leave this world of ghost stories.

Now he was wondering. It seemed like this strange story should be over, but as a participant, there was no movement.

There is no prompt to leave this strange story, and there is no reward.

Yes, although Jian Hui almost always fails, there are still more or less rewards, even if every evaluation is "a model of shrinking development", and sometimes he even gets the title of "lucky person".

But to him, these so-called titles are not that important, just like floating clouds in the sky.

As long as he still lives and has something to gain, regardless of the size of the harvest, it is worth it to Jian Hui.

What Jian Hui didn't know was that the ghost story had been destroyed, and it was destroyed in an unconventional way. Coupled with the influence of the bridge mirror, it could only be left through the passage behind Guiying's body.

Rather than being popped up directly.

Jian Hui came out of the front door of the lobby and was talking to himself. When he looked up, he saw the Tricky Boy staring at him.

He was startled.

After wandering around the house for so long, he didn't see anyone, which made him think that all the weirdos here were dead, or that the ones who were not dead had all run away, but he didn't know that the Weird Boy was still there.

The moment he saw the other person, the boy was stunned for a moment, but because his face was covered with various colors, it was hard to tell what his expression was.

"Wow, this distinguished guest, are you leaving now? You haven't stayed here long!"

The boy stretched out his hand and tugged on his braid, and walked quickly towards Jian Hui with a smile on his face.

Jian Hui naturally knew the Trickster, because he was the one who greeted each participant when they entered the ancient house, and then led them to their respective side rooms to rest and wait for bad luck to come.

At this time, after the boy pulled his braid, the corner of Jian Hui's mouth twitched without noticing.

He took two steps back and said, "Excuse me, why don't you have a hut here? I've been looking for it for a long time and it's almost killing me!"

"Oh, that's it. Distinguished guest, you come with me." The boy nodded, walked past him, and walked into the lobby.

Just when he passed by Jian Hui, Jian Hui suddenly moved, and a sharp metal thorn stabbed the boy's head, penetrating directly!