The ghost is the husband, the wife is the supreme

Chapter 29 Dreaming
It was the second time someone died in the school, and the death was still in a bizarre manner. Coupled with the successive incidents, it stands to reason that the principal should have been replaced long ago, but the strange thing is that there is no news at all.

Except for the gossip circulating among the students, there was no reaction from above, and even the teachers were talking about it.

Everyone has taboos about killing someone, but now there is not even an explanation, no one can feel at ease, but fortunately, it is to appease the emotions, but the teachers have been paid more, and they have repeatedly asked to take care of the emotions among the students. There is no follow-up.

But sometimes it’s a good thing to be okay, and no matter how many doubts you have, you have to endure it, but there is a generally accepted saying-someone above suppresses the matter.

Zuo Zuo was just a lone and widowed Taoist priest who couldn't attract much attention, so he forcibly calmed down.

But fortunately, it is only three days before the college entrance examination. According to the time in the past, you have to go to the test center school for a temporary stay, and this year is no exception. Go to the school in the city.

Du Ran didn't have many things, a backpack was enough, and he went out after packing a few times. The school arranged a few dilapidated buses, one for each class, and there were only a few cars in total. set off.

Maybe it's because I don't go to the city very often, and the atmosphere in the school is too tense recently, so this group of candidates is still looking forward to it. They all looked at the scenery flying by outside the window with bright eyes, discussing in a low voice, Laughter now and then.

Du Ran squinted her eyes and leaned on her back to close her eyes. Feeling exhausted, she fell asleep.

The sunlight outside the window hit Du Ran's frowning face, she was dreaming, a dream that was not very good but very familiar.

It’s still that room, it’s still the same bed, the big red quilt, the dragon and the phoenix candles, it’s a festive house everywhere.

She was sitting on the bed, covered with a red hijab, unable to move.

It's this dream again, it's this kind of development again, she knows she's going to wake up but she can't wake up anyway, she wants to move, get up, escape, struggling to no avail, Du Ran accepts her fate, it's just a dream , It's just a dream.

Someone opened the door and walked forward slowly. She lowered her head and could only see the pair of shoes embroidered with dragon patterns. Then the hijab was lifted, and she couldn't even look up and was pushed. Pressed onto the bed.

The person pressing down on her seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist. Du Ran was used to this, which relieved her a lot. At least this point gave her the feeling of escaping. She had no idea what was going to happen next. I'm not used to it at all. Anyone who falls asleep day and night will repeat this dream and get used to it. It's not true after all.

But strangely, this time the person who couldn't see his face pressed on her seemed to be competing with her neck, sucking, sucking, and licking, as if he was gnawing a piece of her neck. Average bones.

Du Ran was a little stiff, how could she forget that the location was exactly where the ugly man left his mark?

A horrible guess is rising.

Du Ran tried her best to endure the unnaturalness and shame, and let her neck be bitten. She panted, looked at the bright red curtain above her head, and tried hard to convince herself that it was a dream.

"Ah."

That chuckle poured into the eardrums again, and Du Ran realized that she could move, she slowly lowered her head, and suddenly met those dark eyes that were as dark as the abyss.

"dirty."

My head exploded in an instant.

Obviously he couldn't feel the cold in the dream, but at this moment, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, so cold that he couldn't extricate himself.

"you you……"

"you are mine."

Du Ran broke down a bit, she shook her lips, "Who are you, who are you..."

Her neck was pinched by a pair of cold hands, and she couldn't breathe, her chest throbbed in pain, and she was about to suffocate.

"Duran!"

Opening his eyes suddenly, Du Ran's first movement was to touch his own neck and pant heavily.

Her actions startled Liu Min, "What's wrong with you? Du Ran."

Du Ran turned his head and scanned around, and found that all the seats were empty, everyone got out of the car when they reached their destination, and Liu Min came here to shout when she saw that she was asleep.

"What's wrong, have a nightmare?"

Du Ran shook his head weakly, but showed a rare grateful smile to Liu Min, the head teacher. If she hadn't woken her up suddenly, would she have died in the dream just now?
The feeling of being imprisoned by the neck and about to suffocate is too real, so real that it makes you experience the despair on the verge of death.

Du Ran obediently got out of the car and gathered together, but his eyes were always searching among the classmates intentionally or unintentionally. He looked away as if nothing had happened, stood quietly, and waited for the teacher to count the number of people.

And just after Du Ran withdrew his gaze, Xu Nuo raised his head, a ray of red light flashed in those dark eyes, as if bloodthirsty, fleeting, his lowered hand clenched tightly, Even the blue veins were exposed, perhaps because of the sunlight, which made his face even more stiff and pale. He lowered his head slowly, as if hiding from the sun, while his body was trembling.

No one knew that Xu Nuo was very excited, so excited that he almost couldn't control what he wanted to do, and no one saw a cruel smile on his pale face.

Going back in time, that night, in the dark toilet, the pungent bloody smell filled every corner, and the corpse lying on the ground and covered with steel bars shook, and got up bit by bit, as if there was something wrong with it. There were two shadows, one was lying on the ground, and the other was slowly standing up.

That face was dead white, full of lifeless anger, at first glance, it was not a living person at all, but it was indeed not a living person, it was a ghost, or a ghost that had just died.

"Hey, I'm dead, I'm dead, I can't let it go, I can't..."

People who have just died will be in a chaotic state for a short period of time. Their minds are full of hostility and unwillingness. They are irrational and only subconsciously want to vent and want revenge.

That face instantly turned ferocious, grinning, as if about to eat someone.

Tick ​​tock, I don't know when the faucet dripped again.

Papa papa, footsteps sounded, approaching slowly.

A man, no, it should be a male ghost, excited, he can't wait to harm people, he will become stronger when he dies, and he will become the strongest ghost even after he dies!
A figure stood by the door, his face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but the male ghost didn't care, he just became a ghost without much agility, otherwise he definitely shouldn't get close to it, because that burst of breath represents death.

A pale hand pinched his neck fiercely, and slowly tightened it. A sneer came from the darkness, and the male ghost struggled to escape.

Heart-piercing howls came from the silent corridor, but ordinary living people couldn't hear them at all.

There were stumps on the ground, severed hands and feet, and pieces of black air. At this time, the pair of slender and pale hands were tearing the torso effortlessly, and fell to the ground in two. The last head held in mid-air.

"No, no, don't..."

"Ah."

"bump."

The huge head was scattered on the ground like a watermelon that had exploded. After a while, all the stumps on the ground disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.

That figure was still standing quietly, and behind him, a red shadow was not real, shrinking into a ball, as if afraid of the person in front of him.

"She's mine. Don't touch."

"It's mine, mine."

"Ah."

In the dark toilet, there were only a few permeating laughter, and nothing else.

The boy standing beside Xu Nuo suddenly felt a burst of cold, and shivered abruptly, wondering, why is it so cold in such a hot day?This is a ghost!
(End of this chapter)