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Unlike other ghost kings, Shura God only appears online. He is a player of that gun battle online game and appears in random matches. Anyone who kills him will be headshot in reality.

There are rumors that the ghost king is a real-life Internet addicted boy who died suddenly while playing a game and became a ghost in the game.

However, no one knows the true situation, and no one has blocked the game or deleted the account.

The game company strongly emphasizes that there is no such thing as a ghost king, but there are still rumors circulating among the player community.

No one gave up on the game. At worst, if you meet such a person, just don't take action. Dying in the game and deducting points is better than dying in reality.

But there are always people who don't believe in evil, there are always people who make mistakes, and there are always news that experts die and are no longer online. There are truths and lies.

After hearing such words, the ghost actually felt relieved.

It seems that those living people are destined to be killed by the Ghost King, so he can kill people in advance with peace of mind.

They escaped from the school, climbed over the wall, and ran to their usual Internet cafe.

The group of people seemed to be panting, and the ghost's heartbeat was very fast, but these were the aftereffects of running long distances, not a psychological reaction caused by a guilty conscience or fear of murder.

The network administrator saw them and frowned, "Why are you here? Are you skipping school? Go back to class quickly." He waved his hands like shooing away flies and looked at the group of children impatiently.

"It's a day off today."

"Which kind of holiday is Wednesday?" The network manager was annoyed.

"Our school is on holiday on the third Wednesday of May." The boy who lit the fire seemed to be the boss of the group and answered on his behalf.

Others nodded.

The network administrator wanted to say something else, but suddenly stopped.

I saw the ghost's consciousness again.

On the third Wednesday of May, his elementary school did have a holiday. Because there will be real ghosts wandering around the school on this day.

This is another ghost king, a student of their school about ten years ago. I don’t know which teacher caused him to hang himself in the school. From then on, he would linger around the school every year on his death anniversary. When he encounters a lone teacher, he will attack him and hang him to death. The school leaders made a rule and designated this day as a holiday. The whole school had a holiday. If the teacher did not come to work, he would not encounter the ghost.

The network administrator seemed to know about this, and he originally chased away the children. When he heard this, he looked suddenly surprised, waved his hand, and let them in.

Several children rushed to their usual seats and started the game skillfully.

After a few rounds, they heard the siren of a fire truck on the road.

The sound came from far away, nearby, but also a little distance away.

The network administrator ran to the door to check. When he came back, his face was ashen and he found these children.

"Have you been to school today?" he asked.

Several people looked at each other.

The same child who lit the fire replied: "No."

"Zhang... did that person in your school ever set fire to?" The network administrator changed his tune, swallowed what he was about to say, and asked again.

The child who lit the fire continued to remain calm, "No, they were all hanged."

"Um……"

"Brother Da Qin, do you know that ghost?" a child asked.

"Children, stop talking nonsense." The network administrator scolded him, and slowly walked back to the entrance of the Internet cafe, shuffling his feet and looking in the direction of the school.

Several children were talking quietly in their voices.

"They deserve to die. If any of you dare to speak out, I will kill anyone." The child who lit the fire casually threatened without taking it too seriously.

A child wearing glasses timidly asked: "What if they, what if they, turned into ghosts?"

There was silence in the voice.

Several children were trembling.

The child who lit the fire couldn't calm down and said fiercely: "They are the only ones who want to become ghosts? Are they worthy?"

No one answered.

He added: "If that doesn't work... let's find that Shura God. We helped him after all. He can't solve them yet?"

At this time, several children breathed a sigh of relief.

The time in the dream was stretched by me for a while.

The ghost is still alive and more frightened than before, but there is no yin energy entangled in him.

He looked at the darkened house across the street from afar, then suddenly turned around and ran away.

That house is not a campus sports warehouse, but behind the house is the campus.

The sports warehouse of their school is on the edge of the school, close to a circle of green belt, and then the wall.

The green belt has long been trampled on.

Because the wall is connected to the shops along the street. The owner of that row of small shops was also naughty. He directly cut a hole in the back wall and turned it into a canteen and a small restaurant for the school. There are also restaurants that hang their menus under the windows and paste them together with the school walls, making it almost impossible to tell which side they belong to.

The school is small and has only one main entrance, which is in the other direction. There is no canteen on campus. That row of windows has become a public facility convenient for students and teachers. The school leaders didn't know whether a relative was one of the shop owners, or had received money from the shop owner, or had bought things from there, but ignored the matter.

After the sports warehouse fire, black smoke billowed from the warehouse and blew directly into those windows.

A spark fell on the menu sign and it burned, but it wasn't serious.

However, the thick smoke caused the owner of the small restaurant to misunderstand. He thought there was a fire in his kitchen and hurriedly turned off the gas tank to put out the fire. Instead, he was in a hurry and knocked over the gas tank, causing an explosion.

Not only a few students died in the fire, but also many people in the commercial and residential shops along the street. When those illegal buildings burned, it was a raging fire that could not be extinguished for several hours. There were heavy casualties.

Only then did the ghost feel scared.

"What are you afraid of! They don't know it's us! Even if they become ghosts, they won't look for us! Just don't go there in the future at school!"

"Maybe we can just seal it up and we won't let it go there in the future."

"Maybe the school will be demolished directly."

"Hahaha……"

Several children were discussing, feeling relaxed and even joking.

The fire department investigated the cause of the fire, and the police took the charred bicycle anti-theft lock, but no one found them.

Everyone is saying that it is the Ghost King who kills people.

If I go further forward in the dream, I can no longer see this smile.

The ghost became more and more frightened.

He saw that his classmate looked haggard and suddenly turned into a little old man.

"They're here. They're here..." the child said in a hoarse voice, his eyes widening and widening, and he suddenly shouted miserably.

His body did not spontaneously combust, but a blackened handprint suddenly appeared on his exposed arm.

His skin was like paper being licked by flames, starting to burn little by little from the edges. The skin curled up, revealing the blood-red meat inside. The meat soon began to smell, and the smell turned into a burnt smell.

His face also seemed to have had a layer of skin peeled off, and his bones were exposed.

Students in the class started screaming and running around.