Strange Story: Please Stop Telling

Chapter 285 The Paper Man
This feeling.

Lin Xiao slept until late at night.

Last night, he was really not an ordinary person.

First, the mother-child ghost was dealt with, and then several zombies, including a wandering corpse.

Although the wandering corpse was beaten to death by Hei Wuchang.

but……

Tuntian Python was seriously injured, and as a Gu Master, his body also suffered backlash.

It was past seven o'clock at night.

Lin Xiao got up from the bed, washed up briefly, ordered a takeaway, and it was already early eight o'clock after eating.

Without any hesitation, he directly started the live broadcast.

Friends of the water, file in.

The barrage area was bustling.

[The anchor is coming to life!So who, is the water boiling?The pot has been set up, hurry up, shave the hair, what the hell, you ask me where the hair is?Shave everywhere! 】

[The brother upstairs just got out of a mental hospital?Sick?What the hell. 】

[What the hell, I almost laughed. 】

[emmm, I don’t know what to say, I wish: the motherland will prosper and live forever! 】

[Anchor, what story are you going to tell today? 】

Looking at the bullet screens sent by the water friends, a smile flashed across Lin Xiao's face.

Subsequently.

He spoke in an extremely low tone: "In the ancient town of Niutou, there is such a legend: a beautiful girl made paper figurines in the shroud shop opened by her family after falling out of love. One day, she recalled Recalling the beauty of the past, she felt dejected, tears streaming down her face, and the moment her vision was blurred, she accidentally pricked her hand, and a drop of blood penetrated into the paper figurine.

In the dead of night, that resentful paper man walked out of the dark shop... walked into the dark night, and disappeared at the end of the dark road..."

Lin Xiao's words were very abrupt, leaving no chance for the water friends to prepare.

There is no chance for them to react! !

[It is detected that the audience is afraid of the story, and the fear value is +10! 】

[It is detected that the audience is afraid of the story, and the fear value is +10! 】

[It is detected that the audience is afraid of the story, and the fear value is +10! 】

A series of prompts from the system sounded in Lin Xiao's mind.

hiss.

Lin Xiao gasped.

Dare to...

This group of guys are all this kind of people. Only by making surprise attacks can they provide themselves with a lot of fear.

[Anchor, you're such a badass, you really came here right away? 】

[Gan!I almost peed my pants so scared! 】

[This story is interesting!Anchor, let’s talk later, I’ll change a pair of pants first, I swear, I never peed on my body, absolutely… no… Ouch, Mom, don’t hit me…. 】

[Expectation value... has been pulled up!Hurry up, anchor! 】

Lin Xiao adjusted, and then officially began to tell today's story.

"The bell for the evening self-study get out of class finally rang."

"The quiet campus is boiling like a hot pot that has been boiled."

"Students rushed to the dormitory like ants moving house."

"In the brightly lit classroom, the lights were gradually turned off, but all the people in the dormitory were quickly lit up."

"Someone knocked on the washbasin and sang loudly in the open space of the dormitory to vent the fatigue of the day, but soon someone threw a stone down."

"Because, it's really ugly. To what extent is it ugly? It will make everyone who hears it want to beat him hard."

"The sweltering weather and manic mood filled the entire campus with an undercurrent of uneasiness."

"Yang Xiaolin quietly stuffed a test paper into his pocket. He deliberately chatted with people in every dormitory in the class, and then slipped out while no one was paying attention, and walked to the class teacher's room."

"Because the head teacher is a new young teacher, the school allocated him a relatively remote single room. Usually few people come, and at this moment there is no one."

"Before knocking on the door, Yang Xiaolin acted like a thief. He looked around a few times, and after making sure that there was no one there, he knocked lightly on the door."

"Soon, the class teacher came over and opened the door wearing slippers. Yang Xiaolin said with a smile on his face: Teacher, I have a question that I don't understand."

"As soon as I heard this sentence."

"The head teacher seemed very happy: come in, you have been studying very hard recently, if this continues, your grades will improve, tell me, which subject is it?"

"Yang Xiaolin closed the door carefully, then spread out the test paper on the table, pointed to an ancient Chinese question and said: That's it."

"While he was speaking, Yang Xiaolin's hand had already been stuffed into his trouser pocket, and there was... a hammer hidden in it..."

"The homeroom teacher didn't have any precautions. The moment he looked down at the question, Yang Xiaolin suddenly pulled out the hammer and slammed it down on his neck."

"There was a muffled sound, and suddenly, the head teacher's body fell to the ground like a limp noodle."

"Blood, from his neck, kept gushing out."

"The dazzling blood red makes people look at it, shocking."

"Yang Xiaolin's heart was beating violently, as if it was about to burst out of his atrium!"

"He's in a panic now, a lot of panic!"

"However, he has already rehearsed this scene many times by himself, so he returned to normal in a short time."

"Yang Xiaolin bent down and probed his breath with his fingers. After confirming that he was not breathing, he calmly put away the test paper, locked the door, and ran back to the dormitory quickly."

"soon……"

"When the lights out bell rang, it was as if nothing had happened."

"At midnight."

"Everyone is asleep, the whole world is sleeping peacefully."

"Yang Xiaolin got out of bed quietly. He packed the hammer and gloves he used to kill people in a bag. The situation was a bit urgent just now, so he didn't have time to deal with it. Now, he has to deal with them quickly and throw them far away. "

"Yang Xiaolin walked through the back door of the school and walked towards the rugged mountain road."

"Originally, he wanted to bury them on the back hill of the school, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not safe, so he walked to the reservoir three or four miles away from the school."

"It's very easy to kill someone."

"The difficulty is...how to dispose of the corpse and the murder weapon."

"The moon is very white, as bright as water."

"The light of the stars is completely covered by the white moonlight."

"In the rice fields in the distance, there is the whining of an unlucky frog."

"It...is being slowly devoured by the snake."

"Yang Xiaolin's temples slammed loudly, and a chill came over him. His body was trembling slightly, but his steps kept speeding up."

"In the quiet field, his hurried footsteps sounded, making strange noises."

"finally."

"It's almost there!"

"You only need to go through another forest to reach the reservoir."

"Yang Xiaolin looked at the forest in front of him, the dark tree shadows overlapped one after another, as if hiding an invisible fear!"

"He gritted his teeth and trotted into the woods."

"It just so happened that the moon penetrated into the clouds, and the light suddenly dimmed."

"The shadow of the tree has disappeared."

"The increasingly heavy black shadow moved towards Yang Xiaolinlong..."

"In the woods, it seems that someone is snickering."

"The voice, let people listen to it, it's creepy!"

"Yang Xiaolin was startled suddenly, and carefully swept towards the source of the sound."

"There……"

"It turned out to be a new grave!!"

"The small grave mound stood there quietly. When a breeze blew, the tree began to shake and make a whining sound, as if someone was crying sadly!"

"A piece of white paper money flew up leisurely, landed in front of Yang Xiaolin, and lay at his feet..."

"Boom!!!"

"Yang Xiaolin's brain exploded at this moment."

"A stream of cold sweat, from the soles of the feet, straight to the top of the sky."

"In an instant, all the pores on his body opened up, and goosebumps popped out crazily."

"His body, like a spring, jumped up."

"Yang Xiaolin stepped back quickly and looked around nervously."

"nobody!"

"And the sound... also stopped at this time..."

"The moon, drilled out of the clouds again, coated the earth with a layer of white."

"Yang Xiaolin couldn't take care of that much anymore. He rushed forward suddenly. The air current brought up the one on the ground, and it also floated forward, like a shadow."

"finally……"

"A few minutes later, Yang Xiaolin came to the edge of the reservoir. At that time, he was already panting from exhaustion."

"However, he didn't care about taking a break, so he wrapped the hammer and gloves together and threw it into the middle of the reservoir!"

"Except for fish and shrimps who will find them, it is difficult for people to find them. Even if they are occasionally found by fishermen, they will throw them away without any care."

"After all... who would think of this hammer, which once killed a person?"

"Looking at the hammer that sank to the bottom of the water, Yang Xiaolin breathed a sigh of relief."

"But at this moment."

"Before his spirit completely relaxed, a voice suddenly sounded muffled under his feet. This voice seemed to come from deep underground, vaguely: Are you... tired? "

"hiss!"

"When he heard this voice, Yang Xiaolin jumped up in fright as if he had stepped on hot iron sand."

"His forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and then he quickly lowered his head and looked at his feet. There was nothing!"

"Suddenly, the voice sounded again: I...in the sky..."

"I heard the words."

"Yang Xiaolin raised his head and looked towards the sky almost instantly."

"I see..."

"A paper figurine was floating upright in the air, it was dark, and then it began to slowly fall down."

"Yang Xiaolin can clearly see that... the person's body has a face that is exactly the same as that of the head teacher!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

"Yang Xiaolin's pupils suddenly opened wide, and after letting out a horrific scream, he turned around and ran away."

"He dare not look back..."

"I'm afraid that if I turn around, the paper man with the head teacher's face will stare at me!!"

"When Yang Xiaolin woke up, his feet, the child, were pedaling on the bed, like wheels that couldn't stop."

"Yang Xiaolin's eyes were fixed on the ceiling: So... this is a dream!!"

"Thinking of this, they suddenly looked under the bed. The hammer and gloves under the bed were gone."

"But……"

"He wasn't sure if he had thrown him into the reservoir, because he couldn't remember... Is this reality or a dream..."

"Yang Xiaolin never fell asleep again. As soon as the wake-up bell rang, he got up in a daze."

"The entire campus is shrouded in thin morning mist, and it's not very clear from far and near."

"He jogged around the playground track, trying to vent his inner tension and anxiety."

"But suddenly."

"A familiar voice made his heart suddenly hang."

"Yang Xiaolin rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and approached that person full of energy."

"Soon, he had a clear view of the man's clothes, pants and shoes."

"That's right!!"

"He... is the head teacher!!"

"Yang Xiaolin's brain exploded again!"

"His heart is full of doubts: Didn't he be smashed to death by me with a hammer?! How could he appear here? Could it be...he didn't die? Or...he really turned into a piece of paper people?!"

"Yang Xiaolin stared carefully at the thin back of the man. His clothes looked a bit loose, as if they were put on a few sticks."

"This immediately reminded him of the paper man in his dream: it was blown up with a few sticks!"

"Fear, like a tide, enveloped Yang Xiaolin's whole body."

"But, man, it's a bitch."

"The more scared you are, the more excited you are, the more excited you are, the more you want to watch."

"So, he simply gritted his teeth, accelerated under his feet, and passed him directly."

"Then."

"Yang Xiaolin turned his head cautiously and looked over..."

"That's right, it's him!!"

"It's the head teacher!"

"He's running slowly with his head down, very focused, and doesn't seem to notice Yang Xiaolin."

"but……"

"Yang Xiaolin could clearly feel a smell of paper ashes from his body!!"

"Seeing this, Yang Xiaolin's calf gave way and he fell down on the track."

"But……"

"The head teacher turned a blind eye to him and ran straight forward, and was soon covered in mist."

"Yang Xiaolin dragged his exhausted body and sat on a small stone beside the track. He wanted to wait until the head teacher ran over again..."

"But……"

"His wish has come to nothing..."

"The head teacher, like the wind, disappeared."

"After finishing the morning exercises and returning to the classroom, Yang Xiaolin was already out of his mind."

"But at this time..."

"Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the head teacher's face, which flashed across the glass!"

"hiss!"

"Yang Xiaolin took a deep breath."

"Xiaoqiang at the same table asked suspiciously: What's the matter with you?"

"Yang Xiaolin was a little nervous: I saw the head teacher just now..."

"what?"

"Xiaoqiang was taken aback, and quickly pushed the martial arts novel into the desk, while looking around: No! Damn, you kid can do it, and you actually scare me!"

"At this moment, Yang Xiaolin is not in the mood to talk to him about this, so he just made a fool of himself."

"at this time."

"Stand up with the text representative and say: Please collect the texts of the patriarchs of each group, I'm going to hand it over to the head teacher."

"Hearing these words, Yang Xiaolin's heart jumped up suddenly..."

(End of this chapter)