Horror game: I can copy weird abilities

Li Chen secretly glanced at Su Jinglan, with long black and dense hair, Bai Zhe's skin, and a few blushes dotted on her pretty face, looking even more delicate and flowery.

In the afternoon, in classroom 403, the macroeconomics teacher did not come for some reason, and soon after, Su Jinglan came to the classroom with a monk.

The monk is kind and kind-eyed, wearing a purple and gold robe, holding a gold bowl in one hand and a Buddhist bead bracelet in the other.

After the monk arrived at the classroom, he only glanced at everyone, bowed slightly, and shook his head.

"Wronged, wronged, the donors are contaminated with a curse!"

Everyone froze for a moment, and they didn't go to the forbidden place like the protagonists of a horror movie.

As

if seeing everyone's doubts, the monk explained:

"As soon as I entered the school, I felt a monstrous resentment, and when I arrived here, I felt a gust of wind, and I am afraid that this is the source of everything. "

Master, none of this is important, is there a way to lift the curse on us?"

the monk smiled confidently.

"Although this unjust ghost is extremely powerful, the poor monk can barely suppress it after fifty years of practice, but it is just ......"

The monk stopped when he wanted to speak.

"Master rest assured, as long as the problem is solved, I am willing to offer a large sum of incense to your temple!" Su

Jinglan said immediately.

Yin and yang are separated, even if you are angry, you should not repay innocent people, and the poor monk will cross you into reincarnation today. The

monk threw the golden bowl into the air, and the golden bowl was suspended in mid-air, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, folded his hands, and turned the beads with his two thumbs, and began to recite the scriptures.

"If I heard it, for a while the Buddha was in the raft city, and the Buddha was in the house. With the great bhikkhus, 1,250 people ...... "

The purple gold robe was automatic without wind, and the golden bowl suspended above the head also began to rotate continuously.

A black gas suddenly appeared in the classroom and on everyone's body, attracted by the golden bowl, and with the black gas being sucked away by the golden bowl, everyone felt that their bodies were loosened and they felt refreshed.

After all the black gas was absorbed, the golden bowl fell, and was caught by the monk with one hand, and the monk was sweating profusely, and said indifferently:

"Good and good, donors, the injustices have been removed, the poor monk has retired, and you must put on more incense on weekdays to get the protection of the Buddha." After

speaking, the monk was about to leave, and the students kept thanking him.

Zhou Xin stood in front of the monk.

"Master, I don't know if there is anything to protect oneself?"

"Good, good, good, this Buddha bead can drive away ghosts and evil spirits and keep you safe!"

Zhou Xin was overjoyed and hurriedly asked.

"Master, how much is this Buddha bead?"

the monk shook his head, "Donor, the thing of merit, not to talk about money, but about fate, 18,000 yuan." With

that, the monk took out a sign with a QR code on it.

"Master, I realize!"

Zhou Xin suddenly realized, quickly took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and then heard a voice prompt.

WeChat collection of 18,000 yuan.

The monk smiled with satisfaction and handed the Buddha beads to Zhou Xin, "Donor, this thing is related to you!" Zhou Xin

took the Buddha beads, if he got a treasure, he no longer had to worry about his own safety!

The monk took the golden bowl and was about to leave the classroom, as soon as he walked to the door of the classroom, the black gas in the golden bowl suddenly burst out, and without waiting for the monk to react, it quickly penetrated into his body.

I saw that the monk's body stiffened, his eyes were as big as a bull's eye, and then his body fell to the ground violently.

Some classmates immediately ran up and wanted to help the monk up, thinking that the master was overconsumed and fainted.

The monk's face was black, he spit out a mouthful of blood, his mouth was closed and he wanted to say something, his head was tilted, his hands were spread, and he died on the spot.

"Ahh

The chief helmsman came, the chief helmsman went up, and the chief helmsman fell

! Sure enough, how could he let him lie down and win!

Soon, the ambulance came to the school and carried the master away, and the police also came again, but still found nothing, and the surveillance did not see any reason.

I found that the monk suddenly fainted while walking, and then died.

The young policeman wanted to ask something, but a middle-aged policeman behind him coughed, and the two left directly.

"What should I do, I don't want to die!" Some

girls cried, but at this time no one comforted her, everyone was a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it was difficult to protect themselves.

"Su Jinglan, save me!" Xu

Ming came to Su Jinglan and cried so much that he couldn't stop crying.

"Let's vote for the first option.

After finishing speaking, Su Jinglan's face was flushed, and she suddenly covered her face with her hands and lay on the table.

With the affirmation of the owner, the students voted for the first option, and soon there was a hint in the WeChat group.

The voting is over, and at ten o'clock tomorrow, Su Jinglan and Li Chen kiss for ten seconds in front of the whole class.

"You can't sit still, you must find a way to break the game, it will definitely become more and more difficult to vote in the future, and you must even die!" Liu

Hao, the squad leader, slapped the table fiercely, angry.

"The master said that there was a curse and a grudge before, did something happen to our school before?"

Chen Junjie, a member of the Xi Committee, put forward a conjecture.

"This is an idea, the school archives should have a record, you can also ask the old people in the school, maybe there is something to gain.

"Then, we divided into two ways, one went to the archives and the other went to ask people. The

students responded one after another, whether it was useful or not, at this time they could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

In the evening, Li Chen and a group of people went to the school's archives.

Luckily, there was no teacher here.

The archives are very large, with dozens of bookshelves in it, recording all the materials of the school since its establishment.

Fortunately, there are time tags on each bookshelf for easy finding.

Everyone began to rummage through the school's historical materials, and Li Chen came to this year's student information area.

The class information of Economics 1601 was quickly found by him, and Li Chen was ready to see what connections there were between the dead students.

It really allowed him to find something unusual, but it wasn't like there was any connection between the dead.

Instead, the student profiles of their classes are stamped with a red stamp that says they are dead, and the photos of the students in the other classes are in color, but their photos are in black and white.

Li Chen was about to inform everyone when he heard a student shouting.

"I found it!" everyone

gathered around, checking the information in his hand.

The content of the material is already 20 years old.

Twenty years ago, a girl named Liu Yuxin hanged herself in classroom 501, and it didn't take long for the students in the woman's class to die one after another.

Even if the school senses that something is wrong, it is useless to stop the class class, and even if you leave the school, you will die inexplicably.

For this reason, the school was temporarily closed, and the school was reopened only after finding a mage to open the altar to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Three years later, another class of students followed in the footsteps, and even if the school was closed, there would be another class of students from other schools who would show up here for no reason and die tragically.

In the end, for unknown reasons, the school reopened as if nothing had happened.

But what remains unchanged is that every three years, a class is selected, and it continues like a curse.

It's no wonder that there are no teachers coming to class today, and I thought there was something wrong.