Erosion

Jiang Shan once watched an old-fashioned film movie on a cramped hospital bed in an orphanage. The old-fashioned equipment produced blurry picture quality. To this day, Jiang Shan only remembers the black snowflakes running across the screen. The female ghost inside wanted to recruit someone to be her scapegoat. She also swiped her arm like this.

For some reason, this scene was almost exactly the same as the situation she was in at the moment.

This scene evoked the deepest fear in Jiang Shan's memory.

It was as if someone had dug this memory out of her mind and recreated the scene.

"You guys are wandering around here and you need a scapegoat?"

You can be reincarnated if someone else dies for you, so one ghost after another continues to encourage the living to die day and night.

Jiang Shan gave in for the first time. Instead of trying to turn around and run away, she simply backed up and tried to take a step back.

As a result, the shadow also raised its feet and took a step straight towards Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan heard the sound of his nerves bouncing.

If Jiang Shan didn't move, the figure wouldn't move either. She always stood at a distance where Jiang Shan couldn't see her clearly, but as long as Jiang Shan dared to walk away, she would definitely get closer.

The vague outline of the facial features gave Jiang Shan a sudden feeling of familiarity?

The more this happened, the more Jiang Shan became wary of breaking out, so she simply took a step forward.

As a result, she saw the figure opposite her imitating her just now. At the same time, she also raised one foot and took a step back slightly. The same distance was opened again.

Not far, not near, never leaving, never leaving.

"You don't kill or hurt people, you just want to drive them crazy, right?" Jiang Shan squeezed out a sentence through his teeth. There are few things in this world that can truly scare Jiang Shan. This sense of oppression is definitely one of the best in her life.

The figure's answer to Jiang Shan was waving, waving, still waving.

Is this enough to attract a soul? Jiang Shan was furious, and he raised his hand and threw out the only flashlight in his hand.

The flashlight turned over and hit the "figure" on the opposite side. As a result, it passed straight through without hitting any entity at all.

But Jiang Shan clearly saw that a large pit appeared on the belly of the dark figure opposite him the moment the flashlight passed through it, but slowly, the pit rebounded and was filled up.

Facing all this unbelievable, Jiang Shan took several breaths of cold air and said, "You win, you are awesome. I still want to see what you are..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Shan rushed towards the figure. What she wanted was a surprise. As long as she could get closer to the figure, just a little bit, she could see the face clearly.

But the human shadow's reaction was not inferior to Jiang Shan's at all. The moment Jiang Shan stepped forward and sprinted forward, the shadow opposite him changed his meek actions before, turned around quickly and ran out like the first time.

It seems that the purpose is for Jiang Shan to chase her.

Jiang Shan only felt that in that flash of lightning, she saw an outline in a trance, as if the outline was really familiar.

Jiang Shan was filled with great consternation and doubts. That face? Why can't she remember?

When Jiang Shan slows down, the shadow running in front will also slow down. She is like Jiang Shan's real shadow, always maintaining the same speed as Jiang Shan.

It's just that Jiang Shan feels that now he is more like the forced shadow, being led along without any choice.

What do you want?

Where do you want to force me to go?

While running, Jiang Shan had already been surrounded and lost her direction. She had no idea where she was on campus, and all she could see was the ghost-like shadow.

Boom, boom, boom.

Boom, boom, boom. This was the sound of her heavy footsteps hitting the ground, but gradually, Jiang Shan couldn't even laugh anymore.

Her ears discerned more subtle overlapping sounds. From the beginning to the end, the thump-dong-dong sounds were not just her footsteps. The figure in front also made a stepping sound with the same frequency every time. Keeping almost the same rhythm as hers, every thumping sound she heard was the sound of her and the figure.

That's why she always felt that her footsteps were so heavy and loud.

Boom, boom, boom.

Boom, boom, boom.

Jiang Shan covered her ears hard. She didn't want to hear this voice again, she didn't want to hear it anymore. She suddenly became afraid of her own footsteps.

She suddenly remembered the ending of that movie. The female ghost stole the master's body, and the master turned into a shadow at the female ghost's feet.

Is she like this now? Why is everything about that figure in front so "in sync" with her? Why! ?

How long will she have to run?

"Zizzi~shan~jiang~" The intercom in his neck seemed to be reminding Jiang Shan of something, and suddenly it kept ringing again.

But Jiang Shan was now on the verge of mental collapse. All she could hear were the repetitive sounds of footsteps, and she couldn't even notice the faint sound of the walkie-talkie.

A door seemed to appear in front of him, and the shadow suddenly quickly passed through it, then seemed to turn around and disappeared on the other side of the door.

Jiang Shan slammed towards the door. She was now completely red-eyed. Even if this door was the entrance to hell, she would follow it.

But the moment she approached the door, she staggered without noticing! She seemed to have tripped over something and threw herself forward, hitting the hard cement floor firmly.

Jiang Shan really fell so hard this time that her soul was out of her body, and the pus and blood flowing from her eyes almost completely obscured her sight.

Jiang Shan lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't recover. She covered her head in severe pain and realized that what she had just tripped seemed to be two rows of steps.

She seemed to have fallen into an empty corridor.

She didn't know when she actually entered the building again. And this building was obviously not the teaching building that Jiang Shan wanted to go back to. There were bombed dust and bricks on the ground, and there was still the smell of dust in the air.

Jiang Shan slowly raised his head.

She saw the "door" close at hand.

A face suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Shan. It was deathly pale, with protruding eyeballs, dilated pupils, and flaring nostrils. He was breathing rapidly. Two lines of black pus flowed from the eyes, hanging on the face.

what! !

Jiang Shan's nerves that had just been adjusted were strongly stimulated again, and she waved her hand forward.

The opponent seemed to wave his hand at the same time, and Jiang Shan's palm pressed against a hard, cold object.

The person opposite also stretched out her hand, in the same posture as Jiang Shan, and the stiff and numb expression on her face looked terrifying and pitiful.

The cold touch in the palm of his hand was transmitted to Jiang Shan's body. The "person" opposite him sat stiffly on the ground, maintaining a lost expression and posture.

This is not a door, it is a mirror.