Raising Gu Notes

(Chapter 1 is here. Thank you Youyouyou for your support, hehe.)

Hearing that Aunt Zhang said that Zhang Lang had committed suicide, Xie Lin couldn't help being extremely shocked. He ran to talk to several teachers in the library, but couldn't wait for them to agree to ask for leave, so he ran out of the library anxiously.

Only a few teachers were left there to be surprised and inexplicable. After they realized it, they couldn't help but lament why Xie Lin was so abnormal these days.

A few students who were working in the library with Xie Lin were a little excited and started gossiping again.

Xie Lin rode his bicycle and ran back to the dormitory area in one breath. When he came to the No. [-] dormitory building, he threw down his bicycle and rushed in without even caring about locking it.

But after running into the dormitory, Xie Lin saw Zhang Lang sitting on a chair in front of Aunt Zhang's cubicle, with a few loops of cloth rope tied around his body, firmly securing him to the wooden chair. He was tied together, with a towel stuffed in his mouth.

Uncle Liu and a male student pressed tightly on both sides of the chair, their faces were flushed, as if they were struggling.

Aunt Zhang standing beside her was anxious, rubbing her hands there, looking helpless.

There were a few students beside him, all of whom looked at Zhang Lang on the chair with astonishment, as if looking at an alien.

Zhang Lang, who was tied to the chair, was covered with blood on his face, and there was a layer of gauze wrapped around his forehead. There were bright red blood stains on the gauze, as if his forehead had been injured.

His eyes were staring like eggs, and his neck and other places were covered with blue veins. While whining, he struggled vigorously. The chair he was sitting on moaned, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Xie Lin never expected to see such a scene, so he was very surprised, and hurried over to ask Aunt Zhang what happened.

Looking at the situation, Zhang Lang looked more like a villain who had done something bad, was caught by others, and tied to a chair.

When Aunt Zhang saw Xie Lin, she couldn't help showing joy, but the joy was fleeting. She grabbed Xie Lin's hand and said anxiously: "This kid Zhang Lang can't think about it and wants to commit suicide. We It was useless to persuade him, so I had to tie him up."

She told Xie Lin that not long ago, when a classmate, the male student who was pressing the chair with Uncle Liu, passed by Xie Lin's dormitory, he accidentally discovered that Zhang Lang was banging his head against the wall in the dormitory, and his forehead had been covered by him. It was broken and bloody, the classmate hurriedly tried to persuade Zhang Lang, but Zhang Lang didn't listen at all, so he tried to pull Zhang Lang away, but it was useless, so he had to run down to find Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang quickly called Uncle Liu to run to Xie Lin’s dormitory. After persuasion to no avail, she could only forcibly stop Zhang Lang and drag Zhang Lang to this floor, but Zhang Lang wanted to die. In desperation, Uncle Liu and the others had no choice but to tie Zhang Lang up first to avoid further accidents.

After telling Xie Lin what happened, Aunt Zhang with a sad face couldn't help sighing again: "Why is this child so hard to think about it? You said that if he died, his family would be so sad. Doing this for the sake of feelings Why are you so stupid..."

After hearing what Aunt Zhang said, Xie Lin was secretly relieved.When I received a call from Aunt Zhang, because Aunt Zhang didn’t explain clearly, she only said that Zhang Lang had committed suicide, so she asked Xie Lin to go there quickly. Xie Lin thought that Zhang Lang was dead, so he couldn’t help being very anxious. Now seeing that Zhang Lang is still alive , his originally extremely heavy mood also relaxed a lot.

Of course, seeing Zhang Lang like this now, Xie Lin's mood is really relaxed, but it is impossible to be so relaxed.

Aunt Zhang said to Xie Lin again: "Xiao Xie, hurry up and persuade Zhang Lang, maybe he will listen to what you say."

Xie Lin pondered for a moment, then nodded, walked up to Zhang Lang, pressed Zhang Lang's shoulders: "Zhang Lang, Zhang Lang, don't move, listen to me..."

It's just that Zhang Lang is still struggling, his head is shaking violently, his face is a little distorted and hideous, his eyes don't look at Xie Lin, his eyes look a little dazed and numb, with a trace of despair.

"Take off the towel from his mouth. I'm afraid he'll bite his tongue, so I put a towel in his mouth." Aunt Zhang said suddenly.

So Zhang Lang took off the towel stuffed in Zhang Lang's mouth.

"Let me go, let me die, let me die..." Zhang Lang murmured loudly after coughing a few times.

"Zhang Lang, what are you doing?" Xie Lin patted Zhang Lang's face and said, "Why did you do this? Why are you so overwhelmed?"

But Zhang Lang didn't respond to Xie Lin's words, he was still struggling hard, and muttered to himself, "I want to die, I'm sorry for Ayun, I'll die, I'll die... ..."

"Zhang Lang!" Xie Lin shook Zhang Lang's shoulder, "Don't move, listen to me..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, you let me die, I'm not alive, I'm sorry for Ayun..." Zhang Lang still kept muttering, shaking his head vigorously there, as if really want to die.

"Why are you like this child?!" Aunt Zhang was very anxious, and interjected: "Why don't you listen to persuasion, aren't you afraid that your parents will be sad?"

A few students beside him couldn't help whispering, and some students whispered: "I don't think he has gone crazy, has he been hit by something?"

Hearing what they said, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but sighed.

But Xie Lin's eyes lit up, he moved closer to Zhang Lang, and carefully observed Zhang Lang's face.

"Why don't you take him to the hospital first." The classmate who was leaning on the chair with Uncle Liu suggested, "I think his spirit is really abnormal."

Aunt Zhang was stunned: "Send him to the hospital? Are you sending him to a mental hospital?" As she spoke, she couldn't help but burst into tears, and patted Zhang Lang on the shoulder, "Son, why are you so fragile?"

"Let me die, let me die..." Zhang Lang kept muttering, looking lost.

But Xie Lin suddenly said to the classmate who was pressing the chair: "Student, replace me."

"I'm fine, I'll just press it." The classmate said enthusiastically.

Xie Lin smiled wryly, then reached out his hand like lightning, and cut Zhang Lang's neck fiercely with a knife.

Zhang Lang trembled all over, groaned, closed his eyes, and drooped his head.

"What are you doing?" Everyone turned pale with shock, even Aunt Zhang and Uncle Liu were puzzled and astonished.

"Let him rest for a while, it's not an option to go on like this." Xie Lin looked very calm, and said: "Students, you go back first, we will watch Zhang Lang, Zhang Lang was just stimulated, maybe he fell asleep. You'll be fine once you sleep."

While talking, he secretly winked at Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang was stunned for a moment, then she understood and helped persuade those classmates to leave.

And Xie Lin, together with Uncle Liu, moved Zhang Lang and the chair into the cubicle.

Aunt Zhang followed in, but couldn't help but wondered: "Xiao Xie, why do you want me to dismiss those classmates? Is there anything you can't tell others?"

Xie Lin smiled wryly again, but nodded.

"What's that?" Aunt Zhang and Uncle Liu couldn't help asking curiously.

Xie Lin pondered for a while, and then said, "I'm afraid Zhang Lang has some strange disease?"

"Strange illness?" Aunt Zhang and Uncle Liu were at a loss, "Isn't it mental illness?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Xie Lin inspected Zhang Lang carefully, opened Zhang Lang's eyelids, looked at Zhang Lang's eyes, pulled up Zhang Lang's short sleeves, and looked at Zhang Lang. body.

He just checked it again, but he didn't find anything unusual about Zhang Lang.

Xie Lin couldn't help but frowned, and began to meditate there.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Zhang and Uncle Liu couldn't help being even more surprised.

Xie Lin didn't speak, just shook his head.

Aunt Zhang and Uncle Liu couldn't help but look at each other.

At this time, Xie Lin's face suddenly turned strange, as if he had thought of something, then he squeezed Zhang Lang's mouth open, and looked into Zhang Lang's mouth.

Aunt Zhang and Uncle Liu couldn't help but take a closer look curiously, but couldn't help but take a breath.

I saw that almost the entire tongue of Zhang Lang was dark red, as if he had just eaten dark chocolate.

"Why is his tongue such a color?" Aunt Zhang couldn't help asking, with a look of surprise on her face.

But Xie Lin didn't speak, grabbed Zhang Lang's right hand again, and forcefully opened his clenched fist.

On the palm of his hand, there was actually a bright red spot the size of a ping pong ball. The shape of the red spot looked like a spider. It was as bright red as blood, extremely gorgeous and lifelike, just like the red tattoo.

After Xie Lin was stunned for a moment, he opened his left hand again, and on the palm of his left hand, there was also a red spot in the shape of a spider.

Xie Lin squatted down again, took off the shoes on Zhang Lang's feet, looked up, and found that there was also a spider-shaped red spot on the soles of Zhang Lang's feet.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhang and Uncle Liu couldn't help being dumbfounded.

Xie Lin's mood became even heavier.

There is a record in that notebook: "Grass ghost syndrome twelve: broken head, also known as ghost hitting the wall, often used to harm people, the grass ghost suffers from dark red tongue, spider-like red spots on the palms of hands and feet, Losing all mind and looking for death, he will hit a hard object with his head until his head bleeds out and dies."

(There may be a mysterious character appearing in the next chapter, can you guess who it is? Haha.)