Black Cat Mansion: Book of Paranormal Events

Chapter 818 Corpse
"If I were a ghost, how could I not be afraid of your spells? You stretch out your hands and throw a spell at him to see if he is not affected by anything. The wounds on his body are clearly torn out by those ghosts. I am with you." He fought, but he was possessed by a ghost, and my strength is simply not enough to hurt him like this. If you don't believe me, you can try to see who has a ghost."

The two insisted on their own opinions, and Ai Jia was completely confused. She quickly cast a look at Yan Xiaoai for help, and she couldn't make a judgment at all.

But at this moment, Wu Yan stretched out his hand and opened the door of the classroom next to him. This is the classroom where they play pen fairy. There was an empty chair on the table, and a red umbrella was propped on the chair, and a full-length mirror stood there strangely on the other side of the table.

The strangest thing was that Wang Zhicheng was still sitting at the table where Wang Zhicheng had been sitting before, and he was still holding a pen.

Several people immediately looked at Wang Zhicheng outside the classroom in horror. Wang Zhicheng was a little uneasy by their eyes. He rushed to the door and looked in. When he saw himself in the room, his brain exploded. Not knowing what happened, he looked down at his hands and yelled in horror.

"I'm dead, so I'm already dead, I've become a ghost."

Wang Zhicheng stood at the door and murmured non-stop, and the evil spirit on his body was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a tendency to turn into a ghost.

"Hold him fast, don't let him become a ghost."

Wang Zhicheng's situation was very wrong. Ouyang Lang and Yu Xiuluo stretched out their hands to hold Wang Zhicheng from left to right. Yan Xiaoai hurriedly reached out and drew a symbol on Wang Zhicheng's forehead. The evil spirit on Wang Zhicheng quickly subsided, and his eyes Gradually became clearer, and seemed to have gradually regained consciousness.

Wang Zhicheng looked up at his body in the room again, this time he became panicked, he seemed to want to go in, but he was very scared, he turned his head to look at Ai Jia, suddenly he shouted: " Ai Jia and Lin Yuan are gone, that evil spirit must have taken Ai Jia away."

Wang Zhicheng was very flustered. He immediately looked at Yan Xiaoai and the others, and begged, "Are you with Ai Jia? Hurry up and save her. Lin Yuan is an evil spirit, a very terrifying evil spirit."

"Don't worry, they have spells on them. We can find them according to the marks on the spells. Let's go into this classroom first."

Wu Yan was not in a hurry to chase Lin Yuan and Ai Jia, but stepped into the classroom. With a wave of his hand, all the candles on the table lit up, and the atmosphere in the room became weird, especially Wang Zhicheng's body, which was holding a pen, was extraordinarily weird. He glanced in the mirror with speechless eyes, and then turned to look at Yan Xiaoai.

"Xiao Ai, come and sit down."

Yan Xiaoai was stunned, but still walked over, but Yan Xiaoai did not sit down in a hurry, but asked, "You asked me to sit down, did you tell me to play with the pen fairy? With Wang Zhicheng?"

"Correct."

Nodding silently, Yan Xiaoai couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but she sat on it anyway. The paper on the table was clean, and there was no trace of scratching with a pen, while Wang Zhicheng on the opposite side continued to hold the pen in front of him. The expression on his face was a bit weird, it was a half-smile expression, and it looked quite pervasive.

(End of this chapter)