a zombie haunts me

Chapter 304 The Weird Fragrance

The next morning.

"What are you looking at, so seriously?"

Ah Lang suddenly appeared behind me, which made me tremble all over.

"Why did you suddenly walk behind me, do you know, people are scary, scary!"

I tried my best to calm down, but who knew, he suddenly said to me in a deep and terrifying voice: "Miss, have you forgotten, we are not human..."

I hurriedly turned around, facing a face as pale as paper, with a pair of gray eyes hanging on his face, and there seemed to be a green light condensing all over his body, which made me gasp.

"Screw you……"

I reached out a hand, pressed the palm of my hand to his forehead, and gave him a hard push.

Who knows, Ah Lang grabbed my hand and said to me: "My lady, what do you think of my face?"

"I warn you, change back to me immediately, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

I quickly pulled out the gun from his waist and aimed it at him.

"Okay, stop kidding, tell me, what are you looking at?"

Ah Lang's face finally recovered. I gave him a blank look, and my eyes continued to fall on my mobile phone, and I said to him: "It is said in the news that the white-haired youth committed suicide and was buried with his wife who died three years ago. Together, his readers held a memorial service in order to mourn him, and, do you know, the novels of white-haired youth have become extremely popular recently, and their sales have increased N times compared to before."

"Then he made a lot of money?" A Lang smiled slightly and said, "If it's Mingbi."

"Yeah, his studio responded that all proceeds would go to charity, after all, his parents died young and had no children."

Speaking of this, I can't help but feel a little sad, thinking of the man who killed himself dressed smartly, just to let his wife see his exquisite and capable appearance after death.

He loved his wife deeply, but in the end he became a victim of someone else's refining ghost.

"So, I'm re-reading his novels, and I found that these stories are really well written, as if I saw it with my own eyes, and I feel like I'm on the scene, especially the story of 'mask', I God, I'm so scared I can't even look in the mirror."

I said, feeling more and more excited inside.

However, A Lang frowned slightly, looking a little displeased, and said, "This crap novel, will it be more exciting than our story?"

I was suddenly amused by him, yes, if our story is written as a novel, it will probably be more exciting.

However, I shook my head and said to him: "I still remember that you once told me that this novel may be a story dictated to him by his wife, describing everything her wife saw after her death, Tell me, is there really such a mask in this world?"

In the end, my voice became smaller and smaller, and I slowly fell into deep thought.

But A Lang gave me a disdainful glance, and said displeasedly: "I said nonsense, but you actually took it seriously?"

"Isn't it?"

I frowned unhappily, stared at him, and thought, it's impossible, I remember that at that time, the white-haired youth admitted it himself.

But when I think about it carefully, I can't think of anything, as if he didn't explicitly say that...

In short, Ah Lang is always playing tricks on me.

"Miss, don't be angry, is it true? Don't we find out if we go to the novel?"

After Ah Lang finished speaking, I took a deep breath and went to the novel. When did he acquire such a skill?
Seeing me frowning and looking at him suspiciously, he smiled slightly and said, "Didn't you say that his novels are all based on reality, so that means that in real life, there must be a place that is similar to novels?" exactly as described."

With a gloomy face, I said displeasedly: "Didn't you just say that you lied to me?"

"Miss, don't mind."

His hand passed over my shoulder, finally resting on my earlobe, and then hugged me gently.

I was shocked immediately, and stepped aside, but he smiled and said, "Actually, it's not as complicated as you imagined. Novels are half-truths and half-fakes. I think this story may be true in reality. However, after hearing the story, the author did some processing."

After a while, I nodded heavily, and it was indeed as A Lang said, maybe there are other stories in it.

"In this book, this supernatural event seems to have happened in the graduate student dormitory."

I said, falling into deep thought, suddenly, I woke up suddenly: "By the way, there is only one university in the city that has a master's degree, that is to say, the real story may happen there!"

I don't know why, but my mood immediately became excited. When I thought that we might find the next wraith and have a great chance of meeting the witch that the white-haired youth was talking about, I couldn't help becoming nervous.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know when you go and see."

After Ah Lang finished speaking, his icy hands immediately clenched me tightly. I could feel the cold air all over his body, as if he was stuck on a huge block of ice.

"Look, look, those two are kissing!"

"No way, in broad daylight."

"Go, go, don't disturb others!"

……

Walking past us were two students who had just returned to school from outside, which made me blush and heartbeat, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push A Lang away.

His questions were sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, which made it more and more difficult for me to breathe, as if my whole body had been drained of energy. I reluctantly pressed against his chest and let him take whatever he wanted.

This guy clearly played it deliberately for others to see.

It took a long time for him to finally let me go, and after a while, I heard him say: "My lady, your mouth is so delicious."

"Screw you."

I took a deep breath and punched him hard.

He frowned slightly, looking uncomfortable, I know, that's also from the show.

But at this moment, I faintly saw a faint black gas emanating from the girl who walked past, which seemed to be the smell of a vengeful spirit.

At that moment, I immediately became alert and grabbed A Lang's sleeve: "Look...look at that girl!"

"Miss, don't you let me see other girls?"

There was a teasing smile on his face, but mine gave him a hard look and said, "Don't be so talkative, I'm telling you the truth, what do you see behind her?"

A Lang frowned slightly, and looked at the woman. After a while, I heard him say lightly: "It seems that we have another prey."

My heart trembled violently, and I asked in a low voice, "What do you mean, is that girl being targeted by the spirit?"

However, A Lang shook his head and said to me: "The person who was entangled was not her, but someone very close to him."

In an instant, I felt a buzzing in my head, and if I was very close to that girl, I would be entangled in resentment, which is enough to show how powerful this resentment is.

"So what should we do now?"

My voice trembled slightly, especially when I saw the girl's back, I always felt that she was very close to death.

"Follow up, you'll know soon."

A Lang said, while leading me forward, he put his hands on my shoulders.

I rolled his eyes at him and said, "This is the campus, can you be more serious."

Unexpectedly, he actually smiled maliciously, and said, "It's because this is a campus, so we need to relax even more, don't we?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly and gave me a wink. I saw that there were many couples walking by holding hands not far away, and they seemed to be closer than us.

Well, I'm at a loss for words.

Following the resentment-stained girl, we walked through most of the campus. To be honest, I couldn't tell that there was a lot of resentment here. Instead, I felt that I missed my old school days.

But we never dreamed that the girl actually took us to the graduate student apartment.

"It seems that this story is true."

My voice is low, as if carrying a kind of deep fear.

A gust of wind blew by, and something floated down from upstairs, making me tremble all over.

It wasn't until the falling thing landed next to me that I suddenly realized that it was a bunch of hair, not cut by scissors, but a bunch of hair that fell off automatically, and there was obviously a strand of hair on top of the bunch of hair. Strong resentment.

I didn't know when the cold sweat crawled up my forehead. I wiped it with my hand, but I didn't dare to bend down to pick up the bundle of hair. I just whispered to Ah Lang: "This hair..."

Before I finished speaking, Ah Lang immediately answered me: "The hair is indeed still the same hair, but the person is no longer that person."

In an instant, a cold current slowly climbed up the warehouse pipe, making me feel extremely cold.

A gust of wind blew by, and I smelled a faint fragrance in the air, which was a little unnatural, how should I put it, like the fragrance of cosmetics.

"Ah Lang, do you smell anything?"

I took a deep breath, and felt that the smell was getting stronger. How should I put it, after hearing it, I felt light and light, as if it was a great cosmetic.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Ah Lang immediately covered my nose with a very serious expression: "Don't smell this smell."

After finishing speaking, he handed me the handkerchief, frowned slightly, and said, "Cover your nose."

I'm a little puzzled, but I know that Ah Lang won't harm me.

Is there something wrong with this scent?
Before I had time to think, I heard the conversation between the two girls...

"You let me go, you let me go to that vixen, I want to confront her face to face!"

"Don't be stupid, Xiao Rufeng has already been fascinated by that woman, what's the use of going now, even if you kill her, won't it help?"

"Yes, I'm going to go up and kill her!"

(End of this chapter)